The older generation of monks of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect like to change their names for their disciples. For example, the name of Wang Tianlong, the master of the Sword Pavilion, was changed by his master. The name of his disciple, "Song Haoran", was changed by his master. The name of his disciple was "Song Haoran", which is enough to show his importance to this little disciple. Jian Wuji did not call this name before, but his name was chosen by Master Kunjun; Wuji means: "Borderless, infinite, infinite, and endless." The three words Jian Wuji are the ultimate concept that Master Kunjun has practiced swords for thousands of years and has understood the sword path.

As the only remaining Great Sword Sect in the Han Dynasty, Master Kunjun naturally needs no further explanation for his strength; however! He also had many things that he could not accomplish, and his life's expectations were hidden in Jian Wuji, hidden in the name "Sword Wuji". What Master Kunjun himself could not do - the sword is boundless, the sword is endless, the sword is infinite, and the sword is endless; now it is all entrusted to his little disciple.

Thirty-mile canyon, silent.

Above the peak of the mountain, the two have a peak duel.

Jian Wuji gently pushed out a one-inch sword body and silently recited word by word: "Sword Wuji!"

The three-character exit, the pressure appears, the sky collapses and the earth breaks, and the mountains are flattened for dozens of feet.

This gravity was extremely strong, and Zuo Que used his spiritual power all over his body to maintain his body with difficulty.

The reason why Jian Wuji went to the sword tower was ordered by Master Kunjun; he climbed to the eighteenth floor in a very short time and reached the highest level; he stayed on the eighteenth floor for more than half a year before he understood Master Kunjun's intention; Jian Wuji was different from mortals. He understood the sword intent when he was very young, but the sword intent he understood was different from that of ordinary people. Most of the sword intent of ordinary monks were understood through sword techniques, such as Li Changan's Qinglian sword intent, but Jian Wuji's sword intent was the understanding of the word "sword" and the original meaning of the sword itself!

Jian Wuji's sword intent is naturally several levels higher than the sword intent that can be understood by sword technique. Because the sword intent is unique, if you carve the sword intent on Jian Wuji, it will become a problem. Master Kunjun thought about it day and night, and thought for a long time, and finally decided to let Jian Wuji go to the sword tower. The sword tower itself is a sword. Master Kunjun originally wanted to use the power of the sword tower to temper Jian Wuji's sword intent, but unexpectedly, things went against his wishes. The plan to temper the sword intent did not make any progress, but Jian Wuji understood the gravity in the sword tower.

At this moment, under Zuo Que's gaze, in front of everyone's eyes, Jian Wuji moved...

Only a afterimage was left on the top of the mountain. Jian Wuji's figure was as fast as lightning, and it disappeared in an instant. Zuo Que's eyes flashed, and he didn't see clearly what was going on. He didn't fear that Shura's sword body had not yet been unsheathed, and the tip of the sword was straight towards Zuo Que's forehead, retreating hundreds of feet.

Zuo Que was hit hard by the flying body. His body was embedded deep into the ground, and the ground was cracked a hundred feet.

Jian Wuji fell down and stopped in front of the pit that was smashed by Zuo Que.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake. Jian Wuji looked at the pit, not afraid of Shura being sheathed for another inch. The shaking was suppressed by gravity, and the shaking was slightly slowed down. But after a moment, Jian Wuji seemed to notice the approaching crisis, quickly moved his body and flashed a hundred steps away. Just where Jian Wuji was standing, a hundred-foot-earth dragon broke through the ground and overturned the earth.

Facing this opponent with unknown strength, Zuo Que did not dare to be careless; looking at the earth dragon transformed into sword energy, Zuo Que removed the magic and held the Nanhua sword in his hand. Zuo Que's driving spiritual power, and a wisp of light that looked like a fish line flew out of the tip of the sword.

The light accumulated in small amounts and a giant sword slowly drew in the air.

The magic has not been completed yet, so it should be the closest opportunity to take action, but Jian Wuji did not take action. He waited quietly for Zuo Que to complete this magic.

Zuo Que fell back to the ground with mud all over his body, feeling embarrassed. He muttered: "I'm careless."

There was a sudden discussion in the stands.

"I didn't expect that Jian Wuji could compete with Zuo Que in a evenly match!"

"I underestimated Jian Wuji, this person is still somewhat powerful."

"I can summon Wuwei Shura from the sword tomb. I think this sword Wuji should be a bit extraordinary."

"This sword Wuji only has a little advantage; if he had not been with the power of not fearing Shura, he would not be able to defeat Zuo Que."

Gu Yina's face turned red when she heard these nonsense. His favorite uncle didn't draw his sword out of the sheath! He obviously used his own strength to suppress Zuo Que! Why did he just rely on the power of Shura?

Master Kunjun looked at Gu Yina with a flushed face and said nothing, nor did he defend his little apprentice; he and Jian Wuji have very similar personalities. If they can solve things with their strength, and if they can use their strength to shut up those who are dissatisfied, then try not to speak.

Chen Tianyuan and Xie Xiaokang looked at the battle on the field and looked at the giant sword drawn by Zuo Que using spiritual power. Xie Xiaokang was the first to speak: "Senior Brother, why did you pass on "Tian Geng" to him?"

Chen Tianyuan slowly spoke, "You are a master, you are idle everywhere and your disciples don't teach you. Now you are asking me."

Xie Xiaokang defended: "Senior brother, the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked. I am idle, I also learned from my master? Why don't you say that the master goes? After he accepted me back then, he ran out in a few days. Now he hasn't returned to the Nine Heavens Sword Sect for almost two hundred years!"

Chen Tianyuan glanced at Xie Xiaokang indifferently and said helplessly: "I think you are looking for a fight, so I will give it a word! If you don't learn good things, just learn bad things."

Xie Xiaokang smiled and said, "The master left the sect to temper me, just like me to temper that kid. If I don't leave the sect, that kid will always rely on me and will never grow up."

Chen Tianyuan said speechlessly: "Don't give me serious nonsense. You and the master are used to wandering around. It's to temper your disciples."

Xie Xiaokang waved his hand with a smile: "Seeing through, not saying it out loud, seeing through, not saying it out loud."

"Tian Geng" is a secret technique that is passed down by the single lineage of Tianjizi in Xuantian Pavilion. Apart from Xiao Yichen, Tianjizi, Chen Tianyuan and Xie Xiaokang, only Zuo Que can use this trick. This secret technique uses sword energy to draw pictures, contains sword art, and has extremely strong killing power.

Under the painting of light, the giant sword in the air slowly took shape, and Jian Wuji, who was a hundred steps away, still did not take action.

Xie Xiaokang looked at the giant sword in the air and said nothing, "I'm done with magic, you're dead!" and other nonsense. He stepped out, approached the giant sword, used spiritual power with his right hand, and pushed the giant sword. Under the push of Zuoque's spiritual power, the giant sword slowly flew towards Jian Wuji.

Facing the giant sword that was slowly flying towards him, Jian Wuji closed his eyes.

Jian Wuji stepped forward with his right foot and bent his left foot backward, making a running shape.

His left hand looked at the hilt of the sword, and his right hand held the scabbard, making a sword-drawn shape.

The giant sword flies very slowly, only slightly faster than the speed of ants crawling.

Every moment the giant sword flies, the speed will increase by one point...

The speed of the giant sword at the beginning was only faster than that of an ant.

After flying a little more, the speed of the giant sword increased, which was equivalent to that of the Child.

In another moment, the giant sword had already flew out dozens of feet.

The speed and so on will get faster and faster.

At the end, Zuo Que pushed the giant sword, and the giant sword and Zuo Que turned into a thunder and flew low, the giant sword wrapped around the dead branches and leaves, and plowed a wide river of sword marks on the ground.

The giant sword came to Jian Wuji's face in the blink of an eye.

"Thirty-six Troubles Wind!" Jian Wuji suddenly opened, and his act of raising his strength to draw the sword suddenly. He was obviously drawing the sword, but he was not afraid of Shura but did not pull out the sheath. The one with the sheathed was not afraid of Shura, sprinkling a tiny ripples.

Eyes, ears, nose, mouth, body, and mind are the six senses of human beings, plus good, evil, and peace! Each has tranquility and pollution, which is the thirty-six worries of a lifetime.

Thirty-six worries in a lifetime, and one sword cuts the thirty-six worries wind.

The ripples called "Thirty-Six Troubles" collide with the giant sword painted by "Tian Geng". The two magic swords collided, and the giant sword was as vulnerable as tofu, and the sword body was broken inch by inch.

At this time, Zuo Bi, who was moving forward, pushed the hilt of the giant sword, and had no choice but to retreat...

Just as the ripples were about to swing towards the left bird, the light flashed and the left bird suddenly disappeared into the canyon.

In the square, Zuo Que posted some of the fact that he had been teleported out of the canyon by Chen Tianyuan. Leaving the canyon means elimination. Zuo Que said anxiously: "I can still fight! Master will send me in!"

Chen Tianyuan looked at Zuo Que and said softly: "You lost."

Zuo Que said stubbornly: "I don't have it!"

Xie Xiaokang patted Zuo Que on the shoulder, "You will die if you are hit by that move."

Zuo Que gritted his teeth and looked at Jian Wuji with his eyes closed in the field, clenched his fists; he didn't believe that he would lose, but to someone who didn't even draw a sword.

Zuo Que was dissatisfied, but he was powerless. He suppressed his cultivation for more than ten years just for today, but he did not expect that he would be defeated so much.

The range of the canyon was only thirty miles, and all the monks who participated in the battle had seen the horror of Jian Wuji. These monks looked at each other and had an idea at the same time. If they did not solve this person, they would not be able to get the first place.

These people were preparing to join forces to solve this powerful enemy and compete for the first place. At this time, most of the monks rushed towards Jian Wuji.

Jian Wuji did not move, and he quietly waited for the group of monks to approach.

Just when a monk was less than dozens of steps away from Jian Wuji, Jian Wuji inserted Buyan Shura into the ground and suddenly showed his power. The gravity covered the radius of three miles, crushing all the monks within three miles to the ground. Only a few monks who summoned the sword aura to protect the body and forge the sword pavilion barely got up.

When the remaining monks saw that the situation was not good, they scattered birds and beasts.

Looking at Jian Wuji, who was flawless, Li Changan felt quite moved. They all entered the sword tower together. Why could Jian Wuji understand the gravity, but he couldn't do it. Thinking of this, Li Changan couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

"Sparse!" Flashes of footsteps recalled Li Changan's thoughts. Li Changan held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, looking alert.

"Hey! Brother Li, don't take action, it's me!" A familiar voice sounded.
Chapter completed!