Nascent Soul boss in the interstellar

The gloomy eyes in Qu Zixiu's eyes became more and more obvious, and the air pressure on his body became lower and lower. His whole body was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and it would never be sheathed unless it was stained with blood.

Qu Zixiu's momentum was like a rainbow, but the wretched trio couldn't help being shocked. The news they got was that Qu Zixiu and Mingchen were only at the third level of the sky-toucher. Even in the past 20 years, their cultivation In order to advance by leaps and bounds, it is absolutely impossible to reach the current level!

The wretched three looked at each other and exchanged glances with each other. In the next moment, the moves in their hands changed, becoming more weird and agile, which made people overwhelmed.

But Qu Zixiu didn't care about these at all, the moves in his hands were still extremely simple, but every time he attacked and defended just right, it was hard to guard against.

The momentum of the four collided fiercely, Qu Zixiu's face was calm and composed, while the wretched three gradually broke out in a cold sweat, Qu Zixiu's strength really far exceeded their expectations.

They gritted their teeth fiercely, and decided that they must quickly take down the song repair, otherwise, they will definitely be the ones who suffer later.

The calculating expressions of the three of them just surfaced on their faces, and in the next breath, they completely froze on their faces.

They lowered their heads in disbelief, a slender scar appeared on their necks, and traces of blood slowly seeped out from their necks.

And right beside them, a long sword exuding cold air hung coldly in mid-air, it was Qu Zixiu's Breaking Edge Sword.

With his backhand, Qu Zixiu held Po Feng Sword, and he stepped forward step by step, every step seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the three of them.

Although the Pofeng Sword cut a slender slit in their necks, it cannot be fatal in a single breath. For the wretched trio, it would not be a fatal wound, but although they did not So they died directly, but their psychology completely collapsed.

The tip of the Pofeng Sword slashed across the road, making piercing and sharp sounds, which fell on the ears of the three people, which only made their hair stand on end, and their bodies couldn't help trembling.

The short few steps suddenly became extremely long. In their eyes, every movement of Qu Zixiu seemed to be infinitely slowed down, which was shocking.

A sharp sword edge scraped against the ears of the three of them, chopped off a piece of hair from their foreheads, and heard the sound when they fell to the ground.

Qu Zixiu's eyes turned cold, his lips moved slightly, and the words he spit out were also filled with a biting chill. He asked, "How did you recognize us?"

The eyes of the wretched three shrank, and the next moment the Pofeng sword approached, the clanging sound of the sword struck in the heart.

The short man said quickly: "It was said by Huo Shengtian from Baiyu City that Mingchen is a celestial yin body, an excellent cauldron, and its own cultivation level is still high, so it's even more..." Effortless ...

The short man silently swallowed the rest of the words. He felt that if he continued to speak, the Pofeng Sword would pass directly through his neck.

Huoshengtian!

The corner of Qu Zixiu's mouth twitched into a sneer, it's really a good job!How dare you plot against him like this behind your back? You really have the guts!

Seeing the movements in Qu Zixiu's hands, the three wretched people paused, looked at each other, and just about to run away, they only felt the breath around them increase, and the body that had just flew off the ground fell heavily, making several muffled groans.

Qu Zixiu's voice was cold, and he asked slowly: "You shouldn't think about it, you shouldn't watch it, you shouldn't do it, if you cross the line, you have to pay the price, understand?"

The next second, a tragic sound sounded, and I saw two huge holes appeared in the eyes of the short man, two streams of blood flowed out of the eye sockets continuously, and screams and wailings continued to resound from his mouth .

Qu Zixiu flicked his sleeves and disappeared in place.

Now they know that the news about Ming Chen's physique has been spread. Although it has been 20 years since the news got out, in order to avoid future troubles, both Qu Zixiu and Ming Chen changed their appearances.

Quzixiu and Mingchen were sitting under a tea shed drinking water. The scorching sun always made people feel a little upset. When they saw the tea shed, many people would choose to come in and drink a cup of cool tea to cool off gas.

"The Succession Ceremony of the Head of the Wuji Sword Sect will start in three days. If we come here now, we should be able to see it just in time."

"The successor master is Zhang Fengyang, an inexhaustible genius of the Wuji Sect. His knowledge in swordsmanship is extremely deep, and he can leapfrog to kill. It can be said that he is the No. 1 in the world of swordsmanship!"

"But I heard that Zhang Fengyang is a sword idiot. Apart from practicing swords, he has no other thoughts. Can he be the head of the Wuji sect?"

Which sect's head can't deal with all kinds of things, but Zhang Fengyang puts all his energy on the way of swordsmanship, this Wuji sect might let him manage it!

He only heard another monk click his tongue, showing a meaningful smile, Ke Pu said: "You don't know this, there is a way behind this!"

"Zhang Fengyang is at best the head of the sect in name only for the purpose of deterring the outside world. In order to make Zhang Fengyang willingly take over the position of head, the Promise Sect specially arranged for someone else to handle the daily sect affairs on his behalf."

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Ming Chen took their words into his ears, gently tugged on Qu Zixiu's sleeve, lowered his voice and said, "Zixiu, let's go and have a look."

What Qu Zixiu practiced was the Heaven-breaking Sword Art, which was also a kind of sword art. When he was in the cultivation world, Qu Zixiu belonged to the top sword cultivator. No one could guide him, but it was the first time they heard of it when they reached the Heaven Realm. What about sects related to kendo!

Gathering the strengths of hundreds of schools, one can continue to make further progress. Suddenly hearing about the Sword Sect of the Lower Heaven Realm, Ming Chen felt a little bit worried.

Qu Zixiu understood Ming Chen's meaning at a glance, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a smile, it's really nice to be in the relationship with his wife.

The Promise Sect belongs to the top sect in the Xiatian Realm, and the succession ceremony of the head is naturally very lively. Almost all the sects and sects, those who can be named and those who cannot be named, are here.

The Wuji sect has a set of Wuji swordsmanship. When the successive masters succeed, they must perform the Wuji swordsmanship in public to show their strength to other sects in the lower heaven realm.

And Qu Zixiu and Ming Chen's goal was aimed at this so-called Wuji swordsmanship.

Zhang Fengyang's whole body was just like his name, like a long sword unsheathed in the air, his whole body exuded a lingering aura.

Moving with the sword, as if frightened, with the long sword in his hand, Zhang Fengyang's aura suddenly reappeared, as if he had completely merged with the long sword, and countless sword intents were displayed in the air...

Qu Zixiu narrowed his eyes. He had also read about sword intent in an ancient book, but after trying countless times, he didn't have any clue at all, but he didn't take it seriously. When he saw it today, he realized that There is such a big difference between whether there is sword intent or not.

Zhang Fengyang briefly demonstrated, then put away the long sword, and his gaze returned to indifference again.

His eyes swept over casually, and happened to meet Qu Zixiu's thoughtful eyes, and his eyes paused for a moment, then moved away.

"Zixiu, what are you thinking?" Mingchen looked at Quzixiu worriedly. Ever since he saw Wuji swordsmanship that day, Quzixiu has been distracted from time to time like this, and his face is also a bit dazed.

"Huh?" Qu Zixiu glanced at Ming Chen, shook his head and smiled, "It's okay, but there are some things I didn't understand."

Ming Chen sighed, took Qu Zixiu's hand, and said softly, "Zi Xiu, why don't we go to Wuji Sect to have a look."

Qu Zixiu showed doubts.

I only heard Mingchen continue: "Two days ago, I saw the announcement that Wuji Sword Sect is recruiting people, we can try it."

After a moment of silence, Qu Zixiu nodded. He always felt that something was about to come out of his mind these days, but when he thought about it carefully, it was always a little bit worse. Maybe he should go to Wujizong to have a look. Let him see the opacity of this point clearly.

The Promise Sect is the top sect in the Lower Heaven Realm, which is equivalent to the top big companies in the interstellar era. They recruit people, and naturally there are a lot of people who come to sign up.

Qu Zixiu and Ming Chen came late, and there were more than a hundred people sent in front.

Qu Zixiu couldn't help but clicked his tongue, lowered his voice and said in Ming Chen's ear, "I didn't expect there to be so many people. It seems that the Promise Sect is more prestigious than I imagined!"

Mingchen nodded.

When it was finally their turn, it was already afternoon, and the person in charge of registration glanced at Qu Zixiu, yawned and said, "Two hundred Xuanjing registration fee!"

Qu Zixiu took out [-] medium-grade Xuanjing and put them on the table.

The man's eyes, which were blurred a moment ago, widened in an instant. He rubbed his eyes, stared carefully at Xuan Jing on the table, and then looked up at Qu Zixiu.

Qu Zixiu blinked innocently, with a look of confusion.

"Little brother, are you kidding me, two hundred middle-grade Xuanjing?!!!" The man weighed the Xuanjing in his hand, sneered, and threw it back into Quzixiu's hand.

Qu Zixiu asked solemnly: "Isn't this what you asked for, four hundred Xuanjing for the two of you."

"With two hundred high-grade profound crystals, not everyone in our Everlasting Sect can come. If you are so poor, you still want to join our Everlasting Sect." The man's tone was full of sarcasm.

A dark light flashed in Qu Zixiu's eyes, but thinking about the sword intent was more important, he calmed down the anger in his heart, took out four hundred high-grade profound crystals, and put them on the table with a snap, "Is that enough?" ?!"

"Registration form, fill it out before going in." The man casually handed the two registration forms to Qu Zixiu and Mingchen, and began to receive the next one with a weary expression.

Qu Zixiu, the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's gate, understood this truth more deeply today, and he is really powerful!

Qu Zixiu and Mingchen filled out the registration form, and followed them to a chaotic sword post. There are different swords stuck everywhere in this chaotic sword post, and there are all kinds of swords, and there is a constant sense of coercion. It emanated from Jiangang.

"All of you, if you can find your own sword inside within two hours, you can enter the middle courtyard of the Wuji Sect, and those who can stay safely inside for two hours can be qualified to enter the outer courtyard. One wisp was eliminated."

After explaining the rules in a few words, a group of people left Chaos Sword Hill.

As soon as the footsteps stepped in, a sword aura mixed with ten thousand might swept over. Qu Zixiu dodged it. Although this sword aura did not contain much killing intent, it was still very powerful. Accidentally, he was directly recruited and was wiped out of Chaos Sword Post.

After doing this once, the rest of the people obviously became more cautious.

Qu Zixiu went to a sword and felt it, but there was no resonance. Ming Chen was always by Qu Zixiu's side. Although he was not sure that he could take out a sword here, but after staying for two hours, It can still be done.

The sword energy is activated more and more intensively, and various types of sword energy are continuously activated in the chaotic sword post. The monks are looking for a sword that can resonate with themselves, and they have to be alert to all kinds of sword energy all the time. , they all seemed quite embarrassed.

Suddenly, Qu Zixiu stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the sword in the middle. He closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

The criss-crossing sword aura constantly reverberated in the arena, but the seemingly irregular sword aura actually followed a certain pattern.

Qu Zixiu invested all his spiritual consciousness on the heavy sword in the middle. Every time the sword qi swayed, it was after the sword screamed. To feel, not to notice at all.

"Chenchen, wait for me here." Qu Zixiu said in a deep voice.

Ming Chen nodded slightly.

Quzi leaned back quickly, slipped his toes, and strayed away from several sharp sword auras, then flew up quickly, and stopped in mid-air.

Qu Zixiu stared at the heavy sword in the middle with scorching eyes, and quickly typed a sword formula with both hands, and the spiritual energy formula flew towards the heavy sword.

"boom--"

The moment the sword formula touched the epee, all the surrounding swords vibrated at the same time, and all the swords were ready to strike. For a moment, everyone was stunned, and they cast their eyes on Qu Zixiu's body.

Qu Zixiu's eyes were piercing, he adjusted the aura in his body, and tried to keep the spiritual consciousness emitted by him as consistent as possible with the cries of the epee.

Like a concerto, Qu Zixiu's spiritual consciousness gradually matched with the epee, and his whole body and mind gradually immersed in it, as if he had settled down.

Mingchen raised his eyes and looked at Quzixiu steadfastly. The expression on Quzixiu's face was incomparably flat. The whole person exuded a kind of comfort and harmony. Mingchen's hanging heart gradually settled down. At the same time, he paid attention to vigilance. around, don't let others take the opportunity to repair the tune.