My talent is resurrection

Chapter 461
Standing high in the sky, Chen Jiu shook his fist, turned to look at the sword fairies, and asked, "Do you still want to take the sword?"

All the sword celestials were at a loss for words for a while, they didn't know how to answer, but they didn't want to give up the fairy sword, so the sword celestial who had the most background among them asked, "I don't know what is the origin of the senior?"

Chen Jiu tilted his head, looked at Li Xian and Jiang Ci again, and shook his head slightly, "You just tell me whether you want to take the sword or not, don't ask me where I come from, the sword cultivator who dares to draw the sword only after knowing the background , is there any under this world?"

Chen Jiu's sarcasm made all the sword immortals bow their heads slightly, not knowing how to refute.

Seeing that no one answered, Chen Jiu looked back at the fairy sword again, looking at it with complicated eyes, knowing that it was exactly the same, but it still didn't look like it.

Can't come back.

Chen Jiu thought sorely, and pulled the hood on his head again, standing on the highest point, attracting everyone's attention.

A sword fairy gritted his teeth and said, "You have to give it a try. How can you retreat without a fight if you have the spirit of a sword cultivator!"

After finishing this sentence, a group of sword immortals drew their swords one after another, and shouted the name of the sword to Chen Jiu.

"General!"

"plain!"

"Song Moon."

"..."

A total of nine flying swords and nine sword immortals came towards Chen Jiu in a siege lineup, and the sword energy vibrated and filled the sky for thousands of miles.

Chen Jiu exhaled, the black martial arts wrapped his whole body, and put on a fist fight.

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Near Pingbei Sword Soil, a woman on a fast horse rushed over, her pretty face looked anxious, but because of her lack of cultivation, she couldn't make it quickly, and could only look at the fairy sword and pound sword above the sky from afar. The majestic sword energy swept across.

Zhou Xian didn't know what happened, she just wanted to get back senior brother Chen Jiu's flying sword, so she specially called her senior brother Wutong layman.

When Layman Wutong heard about it for the first time, he was a little surprised, "You have just started practicing swords, so go get the fairy sword if you don't have to. Besides, when you become a sword fairy, there are plenty of flying swords for you to choose."

Zhou Xian shook his head and explained: "This is Brother Chen Jiu's natal flying sword."

Now that he came here, Layman Wutong knew that his feelings were for that boy Chen Jiu, he frowned and said in distress.

"This time taking the sword is not as good as before. Do you know that the Taoist Tianzun Xianma personally sat down in the Pingbei Sword Land, and our Xuegong Yuesheng sat opposite him, tit for tat, and sword immortals are unwilling to take this muddy water. "

After saying this, Wutong layman said in a muffled voice: "Your senior brother, I can't beat fresh horses, those sword immortals are enough for me to drink a pot."

Zhou Xian was also distressed, so he had to say: "Just do your best."

Layman Wutong thought about it, nodded, and said to Zhou Xian: "It's fine for me to fetch the sword, and it's fine for you to practice the sword, but you must promise me one thing first."

Zhou Xian said, "Say it."

Layman Wutong looked solemn, and said slowly, "Don't leave Middle-earth China before you reach Sword Immortal."

Zhou Xian paused for a moment, then fell silent.

Layman Wutong pursed the corners of his mouth, shook his head slightly, and said softly.

"I know the reason why you practice swords. I want to go to Tianguangzhou to find Chen Jiu, but now that Guangzhou has become a world of monsters, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a dragon's pool and a tiger's den. When you become a sword fairy, you will be counted. Only with a little bit of self-preservation can we be qualified to leave Middle-earth China."

"But to go to Tianguang State, I hope you will think about it when you reach the thirteenth realm."

After finishing speaking, Layman Wutong sighed again and frowned, "You are the disciple with the highest talent, sir, there is no problem at all in reaching the thirteenth realm, senior brother is useless, as you said, I didn't go to the border, I just I hope the Academy is better, and our lineage is better..."

Layman Wutong touched his forehead, "I'm useless, I don't like to fight, I don't want to risk my life, but I also hope to protect your safety, you are a junior sister, according to what the master said, I should protect you..."

"Senior brother is useless, don't blame senior brother."

After saying this, Layman Wutong lowered his head, and he could see that most of his hair had turned white, his face was slightly wrinkled, and he was old after all.

Zhou Xian frowned, and said proudly: "When I reach the thirteenth realm, let me protect senior brother instead."

Layman Wutong was taken aback.

Zhou Xian had already left on a fast horse.

He sat down against the railing, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and nodded frequently, "Okay, okay."

Layman Wutong is Jia Sheng's eldest disciple. He was over 400 years old when he took care of Zhou Xian, and he loved Zhou Xian very much on weekdays.

So much so that the schoolmates laughed at him, saying that layman Wutong was not taking care of his junior sister, but more like taking care of his own daughter.

Layman Wutong would smile when he heard this, and would not refute.

He thinks so too.

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After half an hour, Chen Jiu was really the only one standing on the sky.

The rest of the sword immortals all fell.

The onlookers were already terrified, and began to count how many rounds had passed.

"Half an hour, a total of [-] rounds, the nine swordsmen made their sword moves together, and were blocked by the man in black in an orderly manner. In the fifty rounds, the sword fairy who was the first to fight was punched and eliminated on the spot..."

"At one hundred rounds, the second sword fairy left with the first one, and at 160 rounds, the remaining seven sword fairies fired their swords together, and the sword intent merged together, majestic like a river and sea, destroying this black-robed man Sleeves..."

"Three times in 310, the seven sword immortals all fell down, so far no one is there, and this black-robed man only..."

When the monk said this, the corners of his mouth curled up, his expression became surprised again, and he continued.

"Only the sleeves were destroyed."

The monks present exploded again, discussing the origin of the black-robed monk.

Chen Jiu looked around and saw that there was no more sword repair, so he reached out to take the sword.

Yue Sheng stood up suddenly, resisted Chen Jiu with Tianyin, and shouted: "Wait a minute."

Chen Jiu punched forward with a single fist, but was still repelled by Tianyin for a thousand meters, drawing a trace in the air.

In the eyes of Xianma Chaole Sheng, his pupils were slightly red, and he asked indifferently, "Give me a reason not to beat you."

With his hands behind his back, Le Sheng took a step, and without looking at the fresh horse, he replied: "This monk has an unknown origin, and his attacks are fierce, and his words are always aimed at my school. It's a bit weird. I just want to know his origin."

Xianma said disdainfully: "Your Academy shouldn't be targeted, what's so weird?"

Le Sheng stretched out his hand and replied flatly: "I hope you don't mess around."

The crimson color in Xianma's pupils unfolded, and the long river of time in the place was distorted. With a gloomy face, he stretched out his hand to the Le Sheng and asked, "Do you really think I shouldn't kill you?"

Le Sheng didn't answer, just looked at Chen Jiu standing on the sky.

In the Middle Earth Academy Palace, there was a middle-aged man dressed in white clothes with polite characters who stopped his pen and ink, stood up, looked south, and then took a step forward.

Then he suddenly appeared in front of the fresh horse.

Xianma raised his brows, let out a breath of white air, "I said why this Le Sheng suddenly became bold, so he can fight."

The middle-aged man in white turned the brush in his hand, pointed at the fresh horse, and said indifferently: "It's been a long time."

The second place in the academy - Li Sheng.

(End of this chapter)