Sword comes

While Huang Zhen and Zhu Lu were drinking tea and listening to Taoism under the vines on the mountain path of Huayang Palace, Zheng Juzhong and Liu Xiang were passing through the mountain gate archway and stepping into the desolate mountain area.

Ancient ruins, new battlefield.

The earth was already covered with ravines and devastation. Fist energy, sword energy, and martial luck were all mixed together, and the world was in chaos.

It was as if the entire blue sky was beginning to crumble, with the smoked and melted glaze dripping down to the earth.

The two figures passed each other, Jiang She twisted his wrist, and the body behind him that he had broken in half was split into two in the air.

Even though Jiang Shangzhen had seen similar scenes countless times, he was still in a weird mood. They all said that people who practice Taoism are no longer human, so what about our mountain master?

Cui Dongshan had no expression on his face, he just stared at Jiang She. There was really no flaw, and the pervert was really perverted.

Thousands of years have passed, times have changed, and after a joint beheading, the so-called ancestor of the military strategist has become unworthy of his name and only the title remains, and he has not been worshipped for thousands of years.

The Yin Spirit has not yet returned.

Among the eleven realms of warriors, five of them have martial fortunes, but they are fighting within the human world, forcing Jiang She to fight against external foes while maintaining domestic stability at the same time.

Invisibly, he was suppressed by Zheng Juzhong.

Wu Shuangjiang was still standing aside, watching with eager eyes, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

But even so, Jiang She still beat the divine Chen Pingan so hard that he could only defend himself and was unable to fight back.

Jiang She's huge golden body, with its majestic appearance, stood in the center of the battlefield ruins. He pounded the soft blue sky barrier with his hands, constantly testing the toughness of Wu Shuangjiang's talisman.

Wu Shuangjiang was amazed. If he left it alone, in the long run, Jiang She would probably expose the truth.

Chen Pingan had just received a punch from Jiang She's real body, and finally stood still, but the result was that half of his body was completely exposed to the golden bones. To be precise, Jiang She had broken countless golden threads on his divine body without flesh and blood. Fortunately, he relied on this divine body and was completely at a disadvantage, but he did not fall into death.

As a witness of the two-handed fight, Jiang Shangzhen was terrified at the beginning, surrounded by dangers, horrible, and heart-wrenching. He tried his best to stabilize his mind and watch the fight with a mindset of watching the Tao. In the end, he became completely numb. Jiang Shangzhen didn't know how to describe this one-sided "martial arts performance".

Wu Shuangjiang suddenly spoke up and asked with a smile, "Senior Jiang, since the winner between you two is clear, but you still can't tell who lives or dies, why don't you both take a break?"

Jiang She took the statue and said, "Just chat for a few more minutes and tell me about my last wishes."

The three Wuyuns who were committing treason were about to be completely suppressed by Jiang She.

The person Jiang She was most afraid of, of course, was the taciturn Zheng Juzhong.

Chen Pingan and Jiang She distanced themselves from each other, and Jiang She also took control of the formation-breaking spear in his hand.

Wu Shuangjiang had some free time, so he waved his sleeves and said, "Since you want to give it away, it's all yours."

Four imitation swords rushed towards Chen Ping'an at lightning speed, and finally the sword tips pointed to the ground, surrounding Chen Ping'an.

Wu Shuangjiang has removed all restrictions on the imitation sword and it is currently ownerless.

Chen Ping'an was somewhat puzzled and even more worried. Without the four imitation swords, would Wu Shuangjiang lack killing power?

After all, Wu Shuangjiang's original intention in refining the imitation sword was to make up for the lack of killing power compared to Yu Douwendao.

Wu Shuangjiang explained: "This is the reward you deserve for protecting the Dao. Don't worry that I don't have enough killing skills."

Cui Dongshan muttered quietly: "Sir, it's very hot."

It was extremely precious, after all, it was the next-level authentic one of the four immortal swords. I believe Wu Shuangjiang had spent countless natural treasures, time, and skills to refine them. An ordinary Ascension Realm cultivator would probably wake up laughing in his dreams if he only owned one of the replica swords.

Sure enough, Wu Shuangjiang smiled and reminded, "Whether to accept or not, there are pros and cons. Accepting them is good for you. You are a sword cultivator, and you know that owning them is infinitely useful. It is not just about owning four sharp weapons. Although they are badly damaged and difficult to repair, and you need to spend some energy and immortal money, but you will definitely make a profit."

"The disadvantages are not small either. If you are against someone in the future and you casually use them and someone with ulterior motives sees you, it will be equivalent to confirming that you are an ally of the Suichu Palace. Of course, even if you are caught, it will not be easy for Bai Yujing to have some free time in recent years."

Chen Pingan rolled up his sleeves and put away the four priceless imitation swords without hesitation, saying, "Take them, why not."

Taibai, Daozang, Wanfa, Tianzhen. Every immortal sword that cannot be refined contains an ancient orthodox Dao vein.

Therefore, each imitation sword is Wu Shuangjiang's dismantling and reshaping of the four Dao veins, just like the four exegetical works of the ancient Heavenly Dao with detailed annotations and explanations. As long as Chen Pingan holds all the imitation swords, in the future years of cultivation, the process of repairing and refining the imitation swords is like reading four heavenly books with words. How beneficial is it?

At the same time, Chen Pingan also has a unique innate advantage. He and Ning Yao are Taoist companions and can come into contact with the magic sword "Tianzhen".

He also had a piece of the sword tip of Taibai Immortal Sword, which he refined into the long sword "Yeyou". Moreover, his fellow countryman Zhao Yao also had a quarter of Taibai. Calling him uncle now was a favor, but calling him national master in the court of Dali in the future would be his duty.

Previously, Wu Shuangjiang led the group to ask for swords in Baiyujing. The four imitation swords had fallen in rank and were useless when used to deal with Jiang She. Rather than being completely shattered by a few punches from Jiang She, it would be better to give them to Chen Pingan and have a good ending.

Jiang She said with a hearty smile: "Zheng Juzhong, the capable ones work harder and the strong ones get more. It is only natural. The title of the founder of military strategists and Jiang She's life are up to you to take, provided that you can leave this place alive!"

Zheng Juzhong nodded in greeting.

Jiang She looked at Wu Shuangjiang, "I didn't expect that there is a hero like you on our road. Fortunately. But you are not likable, very not likable."

Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said, "No problem."

In the willow-shaded Taoist temple with birds singing and flowers blooming, which looked like a fairyland, Jiang Shangzhen said with a smile: "Master Jiang, please don't be the hidden Fifteenth Realm. We failed to surround and kill him, and instead we were wiped out in one fell swoop."

Cui Dongshan, who was in charge of the little world of the ancient Shu Lake, said, "Unless he kills us all, this guy will have a chance to enter the fifteenth realm."

Jiang Shangzhen rubbed his hands and said, "Then I feel relieved. I am willing to be the vanguard general and lead the charge."

Cui Dongshan reminded with a smile: "Don't let yourself be defeated by Old Ancestor Jiang in just a few rounds. It would be a waste of your life and would only boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige."

Jiang She glanced at them and shook his head, mocking himself and saying, "It's true that any cat or dog can have a seat at the table to eat."

If Xiao Mo and Bai Jing were to interfere, one was a sword cultivator at the Quasi-Fourteenth Realm, and the other was a perfect Ascension Realm cultivator. Their qualifications and killing power were there, and they really should not be underestimated. It would be fine for them, but the two immortals in front of them? What the hell were they?

Cui Dongshan said angrily: "Chief Zhou, this guy praised me for having nine lives and called you, the True Lord Beng Le, a dog. Can you tolerate it? I don't appreciate it. Why don't we join forces to destroy him?!"

Jiang Shang, who called himself the True Lord Beng Le, was calm and composed. He had the ability to swallow insults when he was around. "Now, this is not even considered an insult."

If being scolded could improve one's cultivation, Jiang Shang would have already reached the 14th level.

Jiang Shangzhen asked Cui Dongshan in his heart, "They all have the surname Jiang, can't they be my ancestors?"

Cui Dongshan said frivolously: "What's the big deal? I'm bullying my teacher and you're destroying your ancestors. What a good brother."

Jiang Shangzhen rubbed his chin and said, "That's right."

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "Last time I asked you to hurry to Daquan Dynasty and beat up old Pei Min, and you became the chief priest. This time, you will be the deputy head of Luopu Mountain, right?"

Jiang Shangzhen took a deep breath, and his frivolous look disappeared.

Chatting with Cui Dongshan is just to give myself courage.

After all, he was going to face off against the founder of the military strategists in a life-and-death battle. Even Jiang Shangzhen, who was known for his daring, would still feel unstable.

Fortunately, Jiang Shangzhen had just obtained a freshly made flying sword, so he could practice with it first.

The flying sword was the same length as his sword. Jiang Shangzhen held the long sword and shook it to make a beautiful wrist flower.

This sword was obtained from an old friend whom I am only half-acquainted with.

At Huangheji, a blessed land of Jiang's Cloud Cave, he was a ferryman holding an oar, using the pseudonym Ni Yuanzan. His former name was "Lu Sheng", a scholar from Ouhua blessed land, with the courtesy name Xizhou. He was the teacher of Sui Youyou. In the past, when Chunyang Lu Yi traveled to Ouhua blessed land, he enlightened Lu Sheng and gave him a dream. Not long ago, Lu Sheng received a decree from the old temple master, and at the same time, he was given a Taoist secret.

It was not until that moment that Lu Sheng realized that Jiang Shang had not lied to him. Lu Sheng, the blessed land of lotus flowers, and Ni Yuanzan, the blessed land of cloud caves, were indeed, existence itself, a sword.

God has spoken, so how could a commoner like Lu Sheng, who lives under someone else's roof, dare to disobey?

Besides, Lu Sheng did not suffer any loss. From then on, the sky was high and the earth was vast. He was free to practice Taoism, study, and live and die. He was truly free.

Jiang Shangzhen looked calm and said to himself, "The old master has great skills, but he is a little narrow-minded. He asked Lu Sheng to give away his sword and let me die just because he said a few nonsense words to Ni Yuanzan."

Now I have received the sword from you, sir, and it shines a light in the dark sky and earth.

Chen Pingan waved towards Jiang Shangzhen, indicating that he didn't need help for the time being.

Jiang She twisted his neck and looked at Chen Pingan in the distance.

"Just because you served as the last hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall doesn't mean you are qualified to get involved in the high position of the military strategist."

"You are just Cui Luo's junior apprentice. After all, you are not that embroidered tiger."

"You are too soft-hearted. You are too ruthless to yourself. You are too righteous and moral when dealing with your allies and close friends."

"Wu Shuangjiang is okay. He has a clear goal and does things by any means necessary. He is a straightforward person. Can you really get a glimpse of what Zheng Juzhong is thinking and what the great way is seeking?"

Coming out of nowhere, practicing Taoism for three thousand years, and building Baidi City, what exactly does Zheng Juzhong want? This is indeed a big question.

"Are you not afraid that the fisherman will benefit from the quarrels between the snipe and the clam? First, Zheng Juzhong will eat Jiang's Dao, and then catch all of you in one net, chew you up and swallow your stomach? Do you really think I don't know the truth of this site? You, Chen Ping'an, are a body outside your body, a dream inside a dream. His heart, Zheng Juzhong's heart, is a belly inside a belly. The two together are the prototype of a Dao on a Dao. What about the student Cui Dongshan who pretends to be playful, and the chief Jiang Shangzhen who is willing to die, are just a trick that can be mistaken for the real thing. Ha, I forgot that there is this Taoist companion. With such a soft heart and womanly kindness, what qualifications do you have to work with Zheng Juzhong, Wu Shuangjiang and the like to conspire for a great cause?"

Cui Dongshan and Jiang Shangzhen looked at each other.

Are you fake? Are you fake too?

Ning Yao, who had been enduring until now, rolled his eyes.

Jiang She poked the ground with his spear, loosened his hands, and stretched his muscles. It didn’t matter whether it was true or false.

"By then, who in the entire world can hinder Zheng Juzhong's path? Will it be the three founders of the three religions who have already dispersed, or the ritual saint who must keep an eye on the track of the Qingdao? Or Yu Dou who is busy suppressing civil strife and rebellion everywhere? Could it be the barbaric Bai Ze? Once Zheng Juzhong chooses not to hold back, he will be more than the second Zhou Mi?"

Wu Shuangjiang smiled and said, "I'm almost convinced."

Jiang She's remarks are not alarmist or divisive.

Zheng Juzhong looked calm. Jiang She's suggestion was a good suggestion and worth considering.

Wu Shuangjiang was helpless, Mr. Zheng, please don't scare people.

Chen Pingan rubbed his eyebrows.

Jiang She looked around and said to himself, "One stick of incense is enough."

In the ancestral temple of military strategists throughout the world, as well as the martial arts temples across the Nine Continents, the portraits of the ancestors hanging on the walls rustled without wind, and tiny cracks began to appear on the painted clay sculptures of famous generals enshrined in the halls.