The strongest brother system

Chapter 223
The voice of the Confucian scholar in white had completely dissipated, but on the plank road in Central Shu, Xuan Yue was still standing there, her brows slightly frowned, her eyes blank, as if she had fallen into some kind of contemplation.

After a while, Xuan Yue moved.

Along the winding plank road, facing the slightly fragrant spring breeze, there is no Yujian flying into the sky, no Yufeng crossing, just walking slowly step by step, down-to-earth.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his breath was calm, and he seemed to ignore all the changes outside because of meditation.

Keeping in this state, Xuan Yue walked step by step on the curved plank road. During the walk, she didn't even notice the little flowers that fell on her shoulders at some point.

The dangerous and rugged plank road, the bamboo forest with rustling green leaves, the sea of ​​flowers with fluttering bees and butterflies, the small bridge with gurgling water, the solid and smooth official road...

Before she knew it, Xuan Yue had already crossed this uninhabited Jiannan Road just by walking.

When it reappeared, it was near a remote town in central Shu.

Since the aura of true energy has long been dissipated, his image now is somewhat different.

There was a little dew on the clothes, and a few bamboo leaves even fell between the long hair. Although the blue and white Taoist robe was not stained because of the material, it still became a little wrinkled due to the influence of crossing the river and passing through the forest.

"My heart?"

Xuan Yue was still trying to figure out what the Confucian scholar in white said last, but she still couldn't get the point.

At this time, when he passed near the small town, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"This taste."

A familiar scent slowly wafted into her nose, Xuan Yue raised her head slightly, and saw a wine flag erected high in the town.

With a heartbeat, he walked into the small town.

Half an hour later, when he left again, he had a slightly ordinary jade pot in his hand. When he shook it gently, there was a muffled ding-dong sound from the pot, and it was impressive that the pot was full of fine wine.

"Drunken talk?"

With a trace of curiosity, Xuan Yue lifted the jug, took a sip of the fine wine in the jug, and slowly left the place.

And after he left, not far from the town, on a thick tree, the figure of a scholar in white appeared.

White robe with wide sleeves and a long sword hanging from his waist, but in his hand was another strange-looking wine gourd. He was sitting on top of a big tree with his back against the trunk. There are a little water stains, a slight smile hangs on the corner of the mouth, and the eyes are still in the same half-drunk state as at that time.

"Even if you have good talent, you are just a mere mortal, and you deserve your attention. How can you give out the fairy wine 'Dream Soul' in a different way?"

A cold snort sounded from behind, his tone full of arrogance, and a red-haired man in black armor slowly walked out.

Hearing this voice, the smile on the corner of the Confucian scholar's mouth in white faded away immediately, and a trace of helplessness appeared in his slightly drunk eyes. He took a sip of the wine gourd, pinned it to his waist, and slowly stood up Come.

Seeing this, the red-haired man frowned and said in a low voice.

"You want to escape again!"

As soon as the words fell, a purple-red demonic energy pervaded the air, sealing off the surrounding space.

Seeing this, the Confucian scholar in white also had helplessness in his eyes.

"I'm already willing to bow down, so why does the Demon Lord keep chasing after him so hard?"

The red-haired man looked at him like this, the strange spikes on the shoulders of the battle armor exuded a strong devilish energy, making him appear to have a certain aura of his own.

"Since Fei Peng disappeared, only you Sword Saint Qinglian is left in the entire God Realm, who can enter my eyes of Chonglou. If I don't look for you, I will look for someone else!"

Having said that, the red-haired man burst into anger.

"This time, you have to fight me!"

After finishing speaking, Zi Hong was so angry that she was ready to strike directly at any time.

As we all know, among the human world, the God Realm has always been the place that all immortal cultivators dream of. Many people spend their whole lives cultivating desperately, only to pursue the illusory dream of immortal gods in the end.The God Realm has always maintained an extremely ethereal and beautiful image in the hearts of mortals.

However, when the Confucian scholar in white heard the "God Realm" mentioned by Chonglou, his eyes were full of disdain.

"God? Don't compare me with that group of ignorant protoss. Although I have ascended for a thousand years, I have never regarded myself as one of them."

Having said that, he paused and continued.

"What's more, I was defeated by you when I was a god. Now that my divine power has dissipated due to my reincarnation, my mortal body can't compete with you. Why do you keep chasing after me? The strongest in the God Realm Zhijian has always been Fei Peng, wouldn't it be better for you to find him?"

There was a hint of loneliness in his tone, but the meaning was still obvious, he didn't want to do anything.

However, Chong Lou snorted coldly when he heard the words.

"You think I don't want to? I haven't heard of him since he appeared in the Jiang country area of ​​the human world thousands of years ago. Although his power is strong, after reincarnation, there is no one like you. Qinglian Jianxin has always maintained the memory of her previous life, and it is not easy to find him in the vast crowd!"

"Also, don't use the issue of low cultivation to prevaricate me. When we reach our level, the amount of energy is no longer the key point."

After finishing speaking, the purple red aura around his body was churning again, obviously as if he was going to strike if he didn't agree with each other.

Seeing this, the Confucian scholar in white sighed helplessly, he had nothing to do with Chong Lou, a martial idiot, knowing that this battle was indeed inevitable.

'Hu~'

He let out a breath, and slowly placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his eyes began to no longer be hazy as before, but became extremely dignified.

Seeing this, Chonglou was overjoyed and clenched his fists, ready to receive the attack from the opponent at any time.

"Qinglian Sword Song"

A low-pitched whisper sounded slowly, and as the white-clothed Confucian scholar pulled out the long sword from his waist little by little, blue suspended light filaments began to appear in the surrounding space, and then slowly gathered to form blue lotus flowers.

Chonglou's eyes were fixed, and the fighting spirit in his heart was rising. He had adjusted his whole body to the peak state, and he was full of anticipation for the next battle.

Then, I saw the Confucian scholar in white suddenly raised his head, looking at him with a playful smile in his eyes.

In an instant, the blossoming green lotus shattered from it at the same time, turning into dots of dazzling blue light, and a clear blue sword light appeared in front of Chonglou.

However, this sword did not cause any damage to Zhonglou.

'click~'

Under Chong Lou's astonished gaze, the purple-red aura barrier that had enveloped the two of them suddenly burst with a crisp sound, and a striking crack appeared.

Then, I saw the serious white-clothed Confucian scholar smile triumphantly, and fly out of the crack in the form of a cyan rainbow, flying away through the air.

"Meteor and white feathers are inserted in the waist, swords, flowers and green lotuses come out of the box"

The iconic singing slowly echoed in the sky, with an unconcealable smile in it.

"Qinglian still has important things to do today, so let's go ahead. There will be no end of time, Mozun!"

Out of the sword, breaking the boundary, and Yujian breaking through the sky.

This change happened only in an instant, but for a moment, Chonglou was the only one left on the big tree where the two were originally, glaring at the blue light that was slowly dissipating in the sky.

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(End of this chapter)