Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 167 The winner is calm, the loser is open!
"If you can take my ancient mountain seal without hurting me, you will win this game!"

An indifferent voice came, the thunder dissipated, and Shen Tuchen's figure gradually became clear. He raised his hand lightly, and a black ancient seal rose up and down on top of his head, revealing a terrifying brilliance.

This ancient seal is in the shape of a mountain, turbid, exuding the air of earth and rocks, and the people below are shaking. Could this really be refined from a small ancient mountain?

As soon as the words fell, the ancient mountain seal on Shen Tuchen's head rose in the wind, and fell towards Xu Jun who was not far away.

"boom"

A loud noise pierced the sky, and a black sacred mountain was seen approaching from the sky, like a Sumeru descending to the mortal world, crushing the eternity, covering the sky and the sun for a while, carrying supreme power, crushing down horizontally.

"Zixiao Yujian Xianglong!!"

On the martial arts platform, Xu Jun stood tall, his fingers forming a sword, holding on to the sword art, his black hair was raised, the surrounding thunder flashed dazzlingly, and a clear and clear sword chant gradually rose from his body.

The sword chanted like a dragon, piercing the sky!
The Leihuang Sword hummed and shook, and the whole body gathered thousands of thunderbolts, turning into a deep purple thunder dragon, facing the crushed black mountain above its head, roaring and roaring, like leaping into an abyss, and soaring up into the sky.

"boom"

Amidst a burst of roaring noise, the purple thunder dragon slashed into the black mountain with its peerless sword, and the two collided suddenly, sparking brilliant sparks.

Shen Tuchen was as indifferent as ice, without showing the slightest emotion, turned his hands and pressed down.

At the same time, the black sacred mountain transformed by the ancient mountain seal suddenly flashed green, mysterious as deep as it was, suppressing and crushing it forcefully.

"sing"

At this moment, Xu Jun moved, stretched out his hand to recall the Lei Huang Sword, the sword gave a dragon chant in an instant, and jumped up, the Lei Huang Sword swiped, cutting out a series of mysterious sword marks in the void, with the thunderous sword intent of destruction It diffused, and instantly condensed on the body of Lei Huangjian.

"broken!"

Xu Jun shouted violently, he floated and stomped, his whole body was as sharp as a sword, the deep purple sword energy was sharp and thick, and when the sword fell, it seemed to split the black mountain above his head and tear the world apart.

"Chila."

The air was pierced, and a vacuum sword mark stretched for several feet, cutting through the air, and fell on the black mountain.

"boom"

When a huge force came, Xu Jun's tiger's mouth was shattered, blood spattered, Lei Huangjian was thrown away immediately, dozens of dark purple sword qi were all crushed, and the ancient mountain seal was lifted almost ten feet high. His complexion turned pale.

However, Shen Tuchen recovered in an instant, with Taoist methods in his body, the spiritual power in his body was released like a torrent, and the Binghe sword turned into a ray of cold light, instantly killing and piercing the sky.

There was a void above his head, and the ancient mountain seal fell again. Xu Jun's face was pale and he was powerless, trying to catch Lei Huang's sword from slashing the crossbar.

Xu Junganglie would rather fall off the stage with serious injuries than be crushed by Shen Tuchen on the stage, and be protected by the prohibition formation of the stage.

This scene fell into the eyes of everyone, and the Daoists at the Returning Realm appreciated it a lot, and most of the Dragon and Tiger cultivators were respectful, while those cultivators at the Cauldron Transformation Realm mostly shook their heads and sighed, with puzzled expressions on their faces.

What's more, they looked at Xu Jun with a little mocking look, thinking that he was trying to save face and suffer.

"Shentu Chensheng." Lu Xiangsheng said flatly after glancing at Xu Jun with admiration.

"That's right, I'm not wrong! Shen Tuchen has one more spiritual weapon than Xu Jun, so winning is certain."

Song Fan, who was paying close attention to the results of the battle, saw Shen Tuchen's victory, his eyes lit up, and he said loudly, as if he was the one who won.

"Brother Song observes people meticulously, I can't wait."

Next to him, a monk of Huading shook his head and sighed, looking at Song Fan with admiration.

In front, a group of dragon and tiger monks showed shock and could not laugh or cry.

It can only be said that the blind cat encountered a dead mouse, and this Song Fan was inadvertently fooled once.

Standing with a sword, Xu Jun slowly got up. Some Ding Hua Ding cultivators from small and medium sects in the distance just wanted to sneer, Xu Jun's eyes swept over, and everyone fell silent. His Taoist robe was stained with blood, revealing an indescribably tragic aura.

After Lu Xiangsheng announced the result of the battle, Xu Jun turned around indifferently and walked towards Master Yuqing. No one dared to criticize him on the way.

Leaning on the sapphire case table, the drunken Taoist laughed loudly: "It's magnanimous to lose, let's make it clear!"

With a wave of his hand, a sapphire-colored wine gourd flew out from his cuff, and Xu Jun came back behind Master Yuqing, just in time to catch it with his hand, and drank silently.

The wine and blood mixed together, overflowing from the corners of his lips, Xu Jun sat down cross-legged under the gesture of Master Yuqing, the Lei Huang sword was sheathed, his eyes were closed and he didn't smell anything, his appearance without any grudges seemed to be completely harmless. Take the previous victory or defeat to heart.

Xu Jun's move was extremely rude, and other real people would already feel angry, but in the eyes of the drunk Taoist, he admired this kid more and more, looked at Xu Jun with a little surprise, and said: "I see you The boy is not bad, why don't you join my Shushan Sword Sect?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell into silence again, and all the monks in the room had black lines on their heads and remained silent.

Duanchou shook his head and smiled lightly, he was also speechless in his heart, this drunken Taoist is really stupid, in front of the real Yuqing, he made people abandon their sect and change to Shushan, digging the wall so confidently, it is really amazing.

If he could be as shameless as a drunk Taoist, and turn to the sect when he saw something pleasing to the eye, maybe he would have completed the main task of the system long ago.

With a calm expression on his face, Duanchou secretly sighed in his heart.

"Old drunkard, this is my apprentice." Master Yuqing glanced at Taoist Zui and said coldly.

"I know." After taking a sip of Yuqiongjiu, the drunk Taoist laughed.

Frowning slightly, Master Yuqing looked at the drunk Taoist coldly, and said slowly: "If I want Jingfeng from your sect, will you give it?"

"I don't care. If he is willing, he will go back to Zixiao Temple with you later." Waving his hand, the drunk Taoist said indifferently.

Jingfeng behind him smiled wryly and remained silent.

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As soon as these words came out, Duanchou shook his head, the hundreds of monks in the hall were completely convinced by the drunken Taoist, even Master Yuqing was speechless, snorted coldly, and ignored the drunken Taoist.

However, Shen Tuchen, who won this battle, stood behind the real Jingyue very low-key after Lu Xiangsheng's words fell, his eyes were always calm and indifferent, unmoved by external objects.

"Junior Sister Jingyue, you can choose a disciple on the gold list." Lu Xiangsheng said with a smile.

Master Jingyue nodded lightly, his eyes fell on Master Yuqing, and he smiled humbly: "Your Majesty has accepted."

Master Yuqing's expression remained unchanged, he nodded in praise and said: "Where, it's true that the disciples of the noble sect performed extraordinary, and Xu Jun's defeat is not unjust."

The harmonious atmosphere disappointed those Guiyuan Realm real people who wanted to see his jokes, as well as the Dragon Tiger and Cauldron Transformation monks from small and medium sects.

(End of this chapter)