Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 25

[Chapter 25 The Top of the White Pagoda]

Shen Zhenyi didn’t sleep all night, and watched the scenery outside the window slowly change. When the sun rose, the red light came from the east, and the sky turned white. Only then did he bathe in incense, change his clothes, and go out towards the White Pagoda in the Back Mountain.

The martial arts people gathered at Abandoned Sword Villa, headed by Shen Shou, Liu Ru, and others, had long gathered outside Mengjian Xiaozhu, waiting for Shen Zhenyi to come out.

“It’s still early. I’ll wait at the Houshan White Pagoda first. You can come back in the evening.”

Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly to them as a greeting.

Zen Master Liuru and the others did not dare to say more, but where can they rest assured to stay at the bottom of the mountain, they followed behind Shen Zhenyi and went up the mountain behind Abandoned Sword Villa.

The white pagoda stands majestically, and the red morning glow is reflected in the air, which is like a magnificent and spectacle in the picturesque.

Shen Zhenyi, dressed in white, sat in front of the White Pagoda, closing her eyes and resting, like a statue.

“Old monk, what do you think of today’s battle?” Mad Xian quietly asked Zen Master Liuru.

The martial arts people all hoped that after the battle between the third son of Shen and Mr. Wujian, the land of Jiuyou would return to peace. But they all had a hunch in their hearts that after today, everything would be different.

“I only hope that the third son can show his might, except for the devil.” Zen Master Liuru folded his hands together, sighing and praying.

The martial arts people behind them all gritted their teeth and said, “Third Young Master, you must avenge us!”

Mr. Wujian has made a lot of murders in the past month, and more than half of the people present have a bloody feud with him – there is almost no hope for them to seek revenge for this old devil, and they can only look forward to Shen Zhenyi.

Third Young Master Shen did not answer, he seemed to be immersed in his own world, and he never said a word.

The sun gradually rose and gradually moved westward.

The crowd of onlookers were tired and hungry, and did not want to leave.

“When will the old devil come?”

“Isn’t it because you are afraid of the power of the third son, you dare not come?”

“It was said that the full moon came, it should be night.”

The crowd murmured and became impatient.

Even Zen Master Liuru, Shen Shou and the others were a little anxious, and their emotions showed on their faces.

Shen Zhenyi sighed in his heart, these people in Jiuyou Land are already top-notch, but their temperament is still far from enough. After today, the situation is even more difficult.

As the sun sets in the west, don’t be surprised by the magpies, screaming mournfully, across the dusk.

The moon wheel rose from the endless seaside, and the silver light was diffused, making it even bigger and rounder than usual.

“coming!”

Those with sharp eyes saw a black spot in the center of the moon wheel, and upon closer inspection, it was a man in black walking on the waves, with five long swords behind him, releasing the blood energy soaring to the sky.

Mr Five Swords.

Even stepping on the sea is like walking on the ground. Every step seems to have been measured precisely, not even an inch.

The fine waves rose at his feet, but the shoes and socks didn’t get wet – the use of this infuriating qi was almost superb.

Many were amazed.

“He…he used all his true energy to hold himself up! God! How much true energy does he have to squander?”

“For more than two hundred years of immortality, the total amount of infuriating energy is naturally terrifying!”

“This move, even the third son of Shen can’t do it!”

Everyone couldn’t help but worry, Mr. Wujian showed his ability to crush.

“good.”

Shen Zhenyi just nodded slightly, contentedly.

gray hair.

black.

Five blood swords.

When Mr. Wujian stepped on the cliff of the back mountain, it was also his most powerful time.

Except for Shen Zhenyi, everyone else took three steps back in unison, only to feel that the breath in their chests was stagnant, and there was a sense of oppression that they couldn’t breathe.

Mr. Wujian was tall, wearing black linen and straw sandals, with only a straw rope tied around his waist. Apart from the five swords on his back, there is no other decoration on his body, his white hair is scattered, and his expression is solemn.

—This is a far cry from the image of him mulling wine by the fireside last night.

His eyes narrowed, his eyes were like needles, and there was nothing in his eyes.

To him, everything in Jiuyou Land is like ants.

Shen Zhenyi looked at him from a distance and sighed softly: “The secret technique of blood exchange, if you can practice it to this level, you are considered tough.”

This kind of opportunistic practice, although longevity can accumulate infuriating energy, but it is also easy to lose yourself. If the spirit, energy and spirit cannot be unified, it is difficult to cultivate to a higher realm.

Mr. Wujian looked at the sky above his head, and said sternly: “This old man has been exiled here, and all he wants to do is to return to his hometown, how can he be like a common man?”

Since he was born, his vision and knowledge are not comparable to those of ordinary people in Jiuyou Land. How can he endure being imprisoned in this corner?

Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly, “Since you came from the upper world, you should have your own way of cultivation, but you have to practice this kind of secret method of blood exchange that harms others and benefits yourself. Don’t you think it will harm the good fortune?”

Mr. Wujian burst out laughing, “My generation of martial arts practitioners, the strong are respected, what good news is there?”

Now that he has chosen the path of martial arts, of course he will only believe in himself.

Shen Zhenyi nodded and said no more.

Both were silent, waiting for the moon eye to lift off.

The mountain behind Abandoned Sword Villa fell into a strange silence.

The people surrounding the audience were deterred by the inadvertent aura of these two people, and they didn’t even dare to let out the air. He only stretched his neck and widened his eyes to see how these two masters who were beyond the imagination of the Nine Serenity Land Warriors would fight?

Chu Huoluo broke into a cold sweat for Shen Zhenyi, and she didn’t know what to do.

“Master will definitely not be defeated! Even if the eight great masters attacked him together, he can break it by just understatement! This mere Mr. Wujian’s pretense must not be Master’s opponent!” She could only comfort herself like this.

But Chu Huoluo actually knew in his heart that Mr. Wujian was definitely not pretending.

The people present, except for the third son of Shen, he can easily crush them with one finger.

Midday on the moon.

Everyone was bathed in the soft moonlight, like a beam of light, piercing the night and covering the White Pagoda.

Mr. Wujian opened his eyes, looked at Shen Zhenyi, nodded slightly and said, “Let’s start!”

He gently kicked his feet, like a big black bird soaring into the air, flipped two somersaults in the air, and leaped to the top of the White Pagoda.

Shen Zhenyi smiled and tapped lightly on the armrest of the wheelchair, the wheelchair actually floated lightly out of thin air, like a feather in the wind, soaring up with the airflow!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the lightness of these two people was completely beyond everyone’s understanding.

Mr. Wujian is nothing more than that, he is still using his huge infuriating energy to support himself to borrow strength, so that he can jump dozens of feet high.

But Shen Zhenyi’s method is only jaw-dropping, and I don’t know how it can be done.

“A feather in the eternal sky!”

Mr. Wujian’s face sank, and he sneered: “Sure enough, you came from there.”

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the moon eye in the sky.