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One hundred and thirty, do not know each other

ps: Are there any monthly tickets and recommendation tickets?

Chen Ji was self-reliant and had been a disciple for more than ten years before he became a disciple. How could he suffer such a loss?

He shouted, and the long sword in his hand condensed slightly, and shook seven times. Suddenly, seven apertures flew out from the tip of the sword and came towards Xu Le.

Seeing this, Xun Jing shouted: "Chen Ji, are you crazy? Are you a fellow disciple who is trying to do such a heavy move?"

Chen Ji ignored Xun Jing, with his long sword slanted, and his sword energy soared into the sky, and his eyes were full of coldness.

Xun Jing knew that he had no time to stop Chen Ji, so he drew his sword with his backhand, but for a moment he was a little confused and didn't know how to intervene.

If he attacked Chen Ji, he might ignore Chen Ji's character, and he could not really take action, so he would lose the meaning of surrounding Wei and saving Zhao. If he attacked him, he was not sure. If Chen Ji took action to him, Xun Jing would naturally not be afraid, but Chen Ji took action to Xu, and he would be far from reaching him if he was separated by a platform.

Xu Le didn't think so much. He was not afraid and held the silver fox sword in his palm and turned it into a silver thread. He put out the sword technique that he had recently integrated, and broke Chen Ji's seven sword energy aperture with one sword.

Chen Ji was quite arrogant. He thought that he was about to break through the Twelve Sword Passes and was expected to march into the Tiangang Taoist Priest, but he could not win a mere new guy?

He had never heard of Xu, nor did he know Xu's origin and ability, so he had such confidence.

When his most proud sword technique was broken by Xu Li, it seemed that he had enough energy to do it. His face changed drastically. The sword slashed through the air, and the sword light was like the waves of the Yangtze River, extending endlessly, and rushing towards Xu Li.

Xun Jing suddenly felt relieved when he saw Xu's response. He thought to himself, "I didn't expect that Junior Brother Xu is also capable. It seems that I don't need to take action. I will just smooth out the situation for the two guys later. Now let's see if they fight for a while, they will vent their anger and come and persuade them to fight!"

Xu Le fought with Chen Ji for two moves. He knew that this senior brother was a really capable person. Chen Ji was almost at the peak of a level nine spiritual sage. His spiritual energy was surging and vast, slightly stronger than him. Even if he was swordsmanship, he was not much worse than him.

Although Xu Le was still stuck on the eighth level demon genius, with the supernatural power of the mysterious gold demon aura and the black light demon aura, his demon aura was reconciled. With his demon aura ripples, he could almost be regarded as the most purest in the demon aura. He was much higher than Chen Ji's in terms of the demon aura, so his frontal hard bar was not inferior.

Although both of them were a little angry, after fighting a few sword techniques, they calmed down and refused to make a move again.

There are seven Tiangang Taoist priests in the generation of the Dongxuan Immortal Sect. Further down are Lu Lang, Xun Jing, Chen Ji and others. They have all entered the ninth level spiritual sect, but they are not able to break through the pass without having to practice sword skills. However, as long as they get a few opportunities, anyone will have the opportunity to break through.

Chen Ji was also quite conceited. He didn't expect that Xu Le could compete with him. One of the most outstanding disciples of the young generation of the Dongxuan Immortal Sect, he was reluctant to let go because he knew that Xu Le was just a new disciple. If he lost a move and half a stance, his reputation would be bad. Even if he won, if he didn't win, he would be treated as a joke.

What's more, Xun Jing was watching from the side. If he had something to be criticized for his swordsmanship, he would be a little embarrassed to say it out.

Xu and Sun Bofang and Sun Zhonghu brothers were tempered, and there was no concept of "sword fighting with the same disciple" in their minds. He only felt that Chen Ji really wanted to kill him, so he was becoming more and more cautious in his actions, for fear of being caught by the enemy.

The two of them had their own concerns, and the sword light became more and more solid. The two sword lights turned into a river of light in front of them. Every time they turned, they were accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder. A slight collision was shocking!

The two no longer compete with the exquisiteness of swordsmanship, but simply confronted with swordsmanship. This kind of confrontation is the most stable. Whoever has a higher level can firmly win the opponent. It is not like approaching the sword moves, but also the possibility of defeating the strong with the weak.

After another twenty or thirty moves, there was a little sweat on both of them. Xun Jing, who had been watching for a long time, finally couldn't help it, shouted softly, drew his sword and took action.

Xun Jing's long sword turned into a thunder, inserted into the sword lights of the two, and shouted: "It's enough to fight to this point. Do you really have to divide life and death?"

Xu Lao knew at this time that even though he was talented and his swordsmanship was very fast, he could not fight against this senior brother Chen Ji. Chen Ji also felt that even if he could win, he would have to pay a huge price. Therefore, Xun Jing intervened, and the two of them slowed down their sword light and restrained their demonic energy.

Xun Jing slashed with a sword, separated the two of them, and took back the sword light. He was really afraid that the two of them would get angry, so he also dragged himself in. Seeing that both of them were retreating, he felt a little relaxed and shouted: "I don't know how long you have to stay in this ghost place. You two have a fight and are so sick of each other. How can you stay there? For my sake, forget about this matter. Chen Ji, you are the senior brother. What's wrong with Xu even if you robbed a black demon dragon? Can't you afford to lose it?"

Xu Lao didn't wait for Xun Jing to speak, and then politely said, "I'm so anxious that I want to refine the little demon banner earlier, so I snatched this black demon dragon. This is wrong with me. Senior Brother Chen Ji has a lot of it. Can you forgive me this time?"

Chen Ji snorted, put his sword in his sleeve, and said coldly: "For Xun Jing's sake, and also because you have just started, I will let you do it once, no such example."

Xun Jing looked at the battle and resolved it, and said happily: "We don't know how long we will stay in Yunlan Peak. Who will be the next one to replace us. Usually everyone is too lazy to move. Since they are very leisurely and elegant today, why not make a bunch of people and drink wine?"

Xu Le first applauded. He took out a box of six bottles of Feitian Moutai from his combat beast Qiankun, took out a few cooked food from the supermarket, and put it on the ritual platform, saying, "I'll treat you! Everyone has some cultivation, and they are not afraid of getting drunk, nor will they delay serious business. It's not a problem to come and have a few drinks."

Xun Jing first applauded, Chen Ji snorted coldly, and did not continue to show his face. Zhuo Jue didn't need to say anything. His attitude was originally inclined to the side. Among the five people, four of them decided to gather together for a meal, and the last person had no choice but to advance and retreat with everyone.
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