God level swordsman

Chapter 301

Chapter 301 Nine Serenities

The pilgrimage hall was silent, Xiao Wenrui glanced in disbelief at the several peak masters who were sitting upright, now is the time to share the same hatred and unite with the outside world, why have all of them become dumb?

"Speak, you guys, can you be indifferent if the dead disciple is not from your main peak? You must know that you are not only the peak masters of each peak, but based on that identity, you are also disciples of the Nandou Sword Sect." Xiao Wenrui said in front of other elders He mercilessly reprimanded several peak masters.

"Everything should be based on the overall situation, and it's better to think about it in the long run." Liu Chen responded with a smile, neither in a hurry nor annoyed.

"It's a long-term plan, thank you for being able to say it." Xiao Wenrui snorted coldly.

"Hehe." Liu Chen smiled without saying a word.

Before Yu Xiao made a decision, any argument between them was meaningless.

Seeing that several peak masters were about to argue, Yu Xiao could only stop it in time.He pondered for a moment, then said calmly: "Little Bai Gu Sect dares to attack our disciple next time, there must be shadows of other sect forces behind it, and maybe it may have been instructed by the Demon Sect General Altar.

If we jump into a rage and lose our sense of proportion, then we have just fallen into the trap of the devil.In my opinion, for the time being, we should stand still for the time being, and when the wind and sea calm down, we will sail on the boat again, and we will be caught off guard when we hit the Baigumen. "

Xiao Wenrui changed color slightly, he didn't expect that even the suzerain would back down.

This matter is related to the face of the entire Nandou Sword Sect, so just say a word and stand still, expose the matter, and treat the deaths of Chen Shen's genius disciples as if they never happened?

Xiao Wenrui didn't understand why Yu Xiao didn't give up half a fart even though a compassionate Bodhisattva was still angry. Chen Shen was raised by him since he was a child.

No matter how hard-hearted you are, you should show something, right?

Unfortunately, he didn't.

Xiao Wenrui glanced at the reactions of other peak masters, and then sneered in his heart.

Now it's time for the election of the suzerain, each peak has different thoughts, all focus on fighting for the suzerain's position, but turn a blind eye to safeguarding the overall interests of the suzerain.

With interests at the forefront, I'm afraid it's impossible for them to be united and open to the outside world.

Now the main peaks with no disciple casualties are all sweeping the snow in front of their gates, and they also want to see Yu Xiao's excitement.

The four peak masters unanimously agreed to take a long-term view, which put great pressure on Yu Xiao.

And they think so

Yu Xiao rubbed his temples, and ordered: "Send some elders and disciples to wander around the Shiwanda Mountain. Remember not to go deep. If the disciples of the Baigumen dare to show up, you don't have to hold back. However, I forgive them for not having the guts."

"Yes, suzerain." The peak masters and elders got up and said goodbye.

After everyone left, a cold look appeared in Yu Xiao's vicissitudes of life, as if there were two peerless swords emitting stunning sword light.

After half a month,

The conflict between Nandou Jianzong and Baigumen in the Jianghu is still continuing to ferment.

And one of the handsome young men was practicing the Nine Nether Demon Eyes in the misty swamp of the Shiwan Dashan.

Zhao Tai had no distractions, his whole body was covered by a layer of faint black mist, and then covered by dark purple aura, which looked extremely strange.

For half a month, except for the dragon's chant that sounded from time to time, there was a dead silence in the swamp.

Even snakes, insects, rats and ants are gone, let alone ferocious birds and beasts.

Thanks to this, Zhao Tai was not disturbed by anything during his practice and could concentrate on studying the Nine Nether Black Eyes.

The blood-drinking magic skill he practiced in his previous life is in the ranks of demonic skills, and it can be said to have the same root and origin as Jiuyou Motong. With the accumulated practice experience in his previous life, it is not difficult to cultivate the eighth-rank Jiuyou Motong.

As a type of pupil technique, Jiuyou Black Eyes has high requirements on mental strength.

Fortunately, everything is in line with what Zhao Tai has.

Several hours later, Zhao Tai slowly opened his eyes. The originally deep pupils were like the Purgatory of Nine Nethers, cold and gloomy, making one feel like falling into an ice cellar.

As his gaze moved horizontally, a beautiful poisonous flower in the distance quickly withered and turned into nourishment for the swamp.

"After the preliminary cultivation, there is still a lot of room for improvement in the future, and the refinement can be regarded as an extra trump card.

Moreover, this Jiuyou Motong is a very orthodox magic art, which can be traced back to a senior in the Demon Sect's main altar, and Zixia's magic art is dark and bright, so it is much easier to conceal the identity, and it is more convenient to act .

It seems that God is helping me too. "

Zhao Tai's eyes flashed, and he regained Gu Jing Wubo's indifferent appearance, only the occasional flashes of eyes can show the extraordinaryness of his eyes.

He looked back, his eyes seemed to penetrate through the ages, and he whispered to himself: "You are really persevering, you like to wait, so wait slowly."

In the jungle outside the swamp, every few tens of feet, there was a martial artist with a cultivation level above the top of three flowers squatting on guard.

These people are all disciples of Baigumen, and among them is the old acquaintance Zhong Tiangong.

With Zhao Tai's current cultivation base, it is still very reluctant to defeat Zhong Tiangong, not to mention there are so many elite disciples, so he can only go to the villain's city to avoid the limelight, improve his strength silently, and take revenge when the time is right.

Thinking of this, Zhao Tai took a step forward, passing across like catkins.

The ground in the Misty Swamp is untenable, and there are still puddles accumulated in many places, and the depth of the water is unknown.

In addition, the visibility on the inside is extremely low, and you can only see the scene within a few feet.

And after practicing Jiuyou Motong, Zhao Tai's eyesight has improved several levels, and he can already see through the situation tens of meters away, which also makes it easier for him to identify the direction to the wicked city through memory.

More importantly, it can avoid the nest of the evil dragon.

This kind of ancient ferocious beast has a particularly strong sense of territory. Anyone who dares to appear in front of it will be torn to pieces.

Traveling across the road for several hours and walking for hundreds of miles, there is still no end in sight.

Even Zhao Tai couldn't take it anymore, he was extremely exhausted both physically and mentally.

This was a kind of silent torture. It was as if he was the only one left in the whole world, with no one to talk to and could only bury his head in the road.

Those who are not strong-willed may have already collapsed, cried loudly, and given up moving forward.

Thanks to Zhao Tai, he has the memory of his previous life, and his mind is stronger than that of martial artists of the same rank.

In the swamp, a blurry figure quickly passed by, and the thorny bushes quickly retreated.

Roar,

Suddenly, a deafening dragon chant sounded, and the void seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Zhao Tai's face changed suddenly, his earlobes were bleeding, he took out the cloud pine wood and pushed it with all his strength, like an arrow flying from the string, he reached the end of his sight in the blink of an eye.

The sound of dragon chants was endless, and the ground trembled violently.

At this time, Zhong Tiangong, who was guarding the periphery of the swamp, turned pale, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that it was fortunate that he didn't rush into the swamp with a sudden fever.

The predecessors before the Baigumen are a lesson from the past.

It is said that the inside is the territory of a dragon, unless he is a martial arts master, otherwise he will die if he enters.

(End of this chapter)