The strongest tea ceremony

Chapter 122 The Rising Tyrannosaurus Rex

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"Chen Long! You will regret it, ah..." Tian Shupeng screamed like a pig.

"Regret? Hmph!" Chen Long grabbed the back of Tian Shupeng's neck, twisted it up and down, and hit the floor, causing a large red and swollen lump on his forehead. "In Lao Tzu's dictionary, there is never the word regret."

As he spoke, he stood up and kicked Tian Shupeng like a tackle.

"boom!"

A cyclone in the air, carrying bricks, charged towards Chen Long from the gate of a teahouse.

Chen Long's eyes were quick, his feet slipped, and he dodged. The brick passed by his ear. If he was half a minute slower, he must have been shot in the head by a brick.

Lin Xu and Jia Zhengyi breathed a sigh of relief, Tian Shupeng finally deserved his fate, and finally came the savior.

Chen Long took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on a teahouse. The figure of the ghost servant appeared in the teahouse, and his eyes of the hawk were looking straight at Chen Long.

"You really are a cultivator of immortals!" The ghost servant seemed to be more sure, and said every word.

With Chen Long's stern face, he glanced at the ghost servant, "So what if you are, so what if you are not?"

The same words made the ghost servant extremely upset. He glanced at Chen Long coldly, "Today is the time for us to really compete."

Tian Shupeng struggled to stand up from the ground, Lin Xu and Jia Zhengyi hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and asked with concern: "Young Master Tian, ​​how are you?"

"Fuck, Mr. Ghost Servant, you want to avenge me and cut him off." Tian Shupeng touched his red and swollen forehead, and when he saw Ghost Servant, he immediately regained his arrogance and shouted loudly.

Chen Long's sword eyebrows were slightly lowered, the tea energy in his dantian surged, flowing through the eight extraordinary meridians, and condensed in the palm of his hand, while in his spiritual consciousness, the Imperial Immortal Sword obtained from the Xuanchen Taoist priest of Xianwu Temple hovered in his spiritual consciousness, turning into a A delicate sword.

He knew in his heart that he was still at the Houtian level of the Huang field, and still at the level of a tea master, and the ghost servant who was going to confront him was at the Xiantian level of the Xuan field, a tea master of the tenth level of tea, obviously one level higher than himself.

This kind of battle between the strong and the weak can almost be said to be a thousand miles away, that is to say, the disparity in strength between them is very large.

Therefore, if you want to defeat the ghost servant today, you can't attack by force, you can only outsmart it.

The consciousness was opened, and as far as the mind could reach, a light blue whirlwind condensed. Chen Long reached out and grabbed it, and suddenly there was a long sword with a light blue aura in his hand.

It seems that the ghost servant is not weak in knowledge. He also knows the Yuxian sword in the world of cultivating immortals. After a closer look, the corner of his mouth twitched a few times in astonishment, frowned, and muttered: "The Yuxian sword? Immortal sword inheritance?"

"MD, what the hell? What the hell is the Yuxian Sword? Why is there an extra sword in his hand?" Tian Shupeng rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Lin Xu and Jia Zhengyi were also blindfolded and blinked in disbelief. .

"Hmph! You are wise, ghost servant. As a cultivator of immortals, you help the evildoers. Today, I, Chen Long, will act on behalf of the heavens." Chen Long held the Immortal Immortal Sword in his hand, and his heart was full of justice and a heroic heart.

At that moment, he felt like the swordsman in those martial arts novels, defending justice in the world with the sword in his hand.

The ghost servant let out a "bah", "Everyone is the master, don't say it so grandiosely, today either you die or I die!"

While speaking, he waved his arms, opened his mouth and howled wildly, and spit out a mouthful of fiery red airflow. Those airflows condensed together in the air in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he was very similar to Chen Long when he took out the Yuxian Sword. He picked up a ghost-head steel knife.

There was a faint flame-like breath lingering on the blade, as if the ghost-head steel knife in his hand was forged in a furnace, full of evil spirit.

He slowly raised his hand, turned his wrist, pointed at Chen Long with the ghost-headed steel knife, "Chen Long, die!"

This scene frightened Tian Shupeng, Lin Xu, and Jia Zhengyi completely dumbfounded, and stood there motionless.

Chen Long's heart sank slightly, he took a step, leaped lightly, leaped out from the gate of a teahouse, took a breath, jumped up, turned over and jumped onto the high-rise building beside him, after a few ups and downs, he had already jumped up Several building roofs.

Not to be outdone, the ghost servant frowned, jumped up and followed Chen Long's figure.

The two were flying on the roof, one in front of the other, and Chen Long looked at the Golden Mile International Building in front of him, standing among the buildings, standing out from the crowd, towering into the clouds.

Chen Long jumped onto the roof of the Golden Mile International Building, stopped, held the Yuxian Sword tightly, turned around slowly, and stood awe-inspiringly, with the tip of the sword drooping and bright eyes, facing the ghost servant.

After a while, the ghost servant turned over and landed on the Jingyu International Building, holding the ghost-headed steel knife in his hand, shaking the blade, and smiled coldly, "Chen Long, you are very good at choosing places, today you are on the top of the Jingyu International Building , fight to the death."

Chen Long raised his brows slightly, turned his wrist slowly, the light of the sword was sharp, and the lingering light blue aura on the blade showed the power of the Immortal Sword, "Ghost servant, stop talking nonsense, come on!"

Unexpectedly, this battle turned out to be a bit like a duel between knights.This kind of decisive battle can be said to be a battle of life and death.

The city has its rules of the game, and the world of cultivating immortals has its rules for cultivators. This battle, the decisive battle is on the top of the buildings in the city, but it is a battle for cultivators.

In other words, from now on, Chen Long, in a real sense, began to fight in the world of cultivating immortals with the Immortal Sword in hand.

There was a trace of murderous look on the ghost servant's face, both hands clenched the handle of the knife, waving the ghost-head steel knife in the air, his figure flashed, and he slashed at Chen Long head-on.

Although Chen Long had never learned real sword skills, he held the Yuxian Sword in his hand. Whether he had watched martial arts TV dramas or martial arts novels before, those moves were reflected in his consciousness like a spring. Withdrew one hand backwards and raised the Yuxian Sword horizontally.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

I only felt that the surrounding air was shaken away by two powerful forces, and the aftermath made a rhythmic sound.

In just an instant, the top of the Jingyu International Building became turbulent, and the sky was full of swords, lights and swords.

Every time the sword stabs, it is like a turbulent wave, swallowing it, and the ghost head steel knife sweeps across the air, shaking the air flow, turning into a ball of flames and attacking Chen Long.

Who would have thought that on the top of a building in a first-tier international city like Shenzhen, there would be such a two-person duel to the death.

Who would have thought that there would be a lot of traffic and people coming and going in the building, but above the roof there were swords, swords and shadows, fighting for life and death.

In this battle, the sky was dark and dark, the flame-like airflow transformed by the ghost head steel knife was domineering and powerful, and the sword energy inspired by the Yuxian sword was awe-inspiring and upright, combining strength and softness.

However, no one will see this battle, otherwise, they will be so horrified by this scene that their souls will disappear.

(End of this chapter)