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Jing Tian has been very busy lately.

First, Yu Jian took Tang Xuejian back to Yuzhou City. Then, Tang Xuejian unexpectedly learned that her grandfather had already died, instead of being seriously injured. Furthermore, because the Five Poison Beast was lost, they were being chased by Tang Family Fortress. After escaping together, they decided to head to the headquarters of Thunderbolt Hall.

As for going to Penglai to help Zixuan, that can only be postponed for now, as they don't want to involve Zixuan in this matter.

Deep inside the Thunderbolt Hall dungeon, Jing Tian took a deep breath.

Jing Tian: "Cough cough, it stinks!"

Tang Xuejian said disdainfully, "This is a dungeon. People eat, drink, and relieve themselves here. Of course it stinks."

Jing Tian immediately defended himself: "I'm learning from Brother Jie. Brother Jie has a very keen sense of smell. He can always detect something is wrong just by sniffing around, and I really did smell a dangerous odor."

"Tch, pretending to be an expert." Tang Xuejian curled her lip.

"Wait, there seems to be someone there."

"Ok?"

There were footsteps ahead, probably the Thunderbolt Hall disciples patrolling the dungeon. At first, Jing Tian could hear the sounds, but gradually even Tang Xuejian could hear them.

The footsteps grew closer, faster, and more frequent.

It even turned into a rumbling sound.

The next moment, Jing Tian and the others saw a large number of Thunderbolt Hall disciples rush out.

"Oh no, we've been exposed!" Jing Tian quickly drew his sword to defend himself.

The Thunderbolt Hall disciples didn't even glance at them, leaping past them and rushing towards the dungeon entrance.

Jing Tian, ​​gripping his sword in a defensive stance, stared blankly as the crowd parted to avoid him and the others, rushing outside.

As the last Thunderbolt Hall disciple prepared to escape, Jing Tian quickly reached out and grabbed him.

"Hey, why are you running?"

"Of course we have to run for our lives!" The Thunderbolt Hall disciple was covered in sweat. "The sky has fallen."

"what?"

The group dared not utter a word and instinctively followed the direction in which the Thunderbolt Hall disciples had fled. They had been completely bewildered when they came in, wandering around in a maze, but now, following the Thunderbolt Hall disciples, they easily reached the ground. It was indeed the best to run with the locals.

After taking a couple of deep breaths, Jing Tian looked up at the sky.

"Has the sky really fallen?"

"boom!!"

Flames exploded, and the sky-filling firelight transformed into a red cloth large enough to blot out the sun, blocking the azure sky behind it.

Jing Tian clearly saw a familiar red figure in the flames.

That red-haired man who once used a single penny to buy a magic sword.

The fire raged fiercely, as if the sun had been suddenly pulled closer to the earth's surface, its intense and fierce flames carrying a chilling and brutal intensity.

Jing Tian, ​​who believed that his strength had greatly improved after this period of training and cultivation, looked up at the sky and felt a sense of powerlessness.

"That looks like Master Tan," Tang Xuejian's voice came.

"Brother Jie? Where?!"

Jing Tian immediately turned his head and saw the figure surrounded by the raging fire, wearing golden chainmail, a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, and riding a dragon-shaped train.

Instead of being afraid of the raging fire, he opened his mouth and spat out a huge fan that quickly appeared in his hand.

With a gentle wave, a raging fire surged back towards the red-haired man.

"Whoosh-"

The resulting gale actually overturned a mountain peak next to Jiuding Mountain, blowing it into the sky until it disappeared from sight.

Although they were standing outside the battlefield, they could still feel the shockwaves caused by the violent air movement, as if they were standing in the eye of a typhoon, their bodies being pulled and staggering into the gale.

Jing Tian reacted quickly, planting the demon sword in the ground and grabbing Tang Xuejian to prevent her from being swept away by the wind.

"Is this Brother Jie's strength?"

Previously, Tan Wenjie said that his weakest skill was swordsmanship. Now, Jing Tian completely believed that compared to the swordsmanship that Tan Wenjie had taught him, the skill Tan Wenjie was displaying was earth-shattering.

He's genuinely not good at it; he wasn't exaggerating at all.

The wind swept away the mountains and cleared the sky, but it didn't take away the red-haired man.

His long robe fluttered in the wind, and his red hair became even more unruly.

"Phew, why did those two start fighting?"

Jing Tian had just gained his footing when he was faced with a situation where one person had given him a sword as a gift, and the other had taught him skills. They were not his master, but they were more like masters to him.

We can't just watch them fight to the death.

"Boom."

The ground shook.

Jing Tian noticed that the pebbles on the ground began to bounce violently.

The mountain was shaking.

Wait, why is it dark?
Jing Tian looked up and saw a huge iron rod sweeping across his head. The thickest part of the rod was about the thickness of a mountain peak. When the iron rod swept across his head, the sky was completely blocked out, and the shadow completely enveloped him.

The thinner end was held in Tan Wenjie's hand with one hand.

"boom!!"

The red-haired man was hit by a stick.

The impact of the collision caused a violent shock to his internal organs, making Jing Tian dizzy and disoriented for a while, with only a buzzing sound in his ears.

He could no longer see the battle after that; flames, thunder, and the constantly rolling, swirling funnel-shaped black clouds completely obscured Jing Tian's vision.

Only by occasionally hearing the sounds of violent collisions and impacts could one barely guess how far the struggle had progressed.

……

Above the black thunderclouds, Chonglou unleashed his Flaming Blood Blade, gazing at the three-headed, six-armed divine general before him.

"Hahaha! That's great!"

Since Fei Peng was reincarnated, he had not experienced this feeling for a long time.

However, there was one thing that Chonglou couldn't understand: why Tan Wenjie's work style and fighting style were so different.

A person may go to any lengths to do things, even to the point of being a little shameless, but when it comes to a real fight, you'll find that their attacks are wide-ranging and powerful.

"What a load of rubbish!"

Tan Wenjie adjusted his breathing rhythm.

As expected of the Demon Lord Chonglou, he is undoubtedly the strongest in the world of Chinese Paladin, possessing a "copper head and iron arms".

[Copper Head and Iron Arms Lv13: Can reflect 130% of the damage dealt by enemies; recovers 13% of health and stamina upon being attacked]

He is the kind of person who becomes stronger and more courageous with each battle.

His fighting style has completely shifted to one of offense without any defense.

Chonglou was able to withstand 130% of the counter-shock damage from his own attack, and with Tan Wenjie's attack, the two fought to a draw.

The battle, which nearly turned the entire Jiuding Mountain upside down, started unexpectedly and ended even faster.

"You haven't used your full strength yet."

Chonglou stretched his muscles and bones, and the more he looked at Tan Wenjie, the more satisfied he became. It was worth spending so much time following Tan Wenjie, all for this fight today.

He couldn't even imagine how perfect his life would be if the divine general Fei Peng could return.

Tan Wenjie: "Too tired, maybe next time."

His remaining strength was only enough to unleash the Law of Heaven and Earth, and it was uncertain whether he could hit Chonglou after his body became gigantic.

Thankless effort.

"I'll wait for you to make your move."

"as you like."

His ears suddenly twitched.

"Brother Jie, Brother Jie!"

"Hey, Tian, ​​what are you doing here?" Tan Wenjie turned his head and looked at the figure on the ruins.

Jing Tian, ​​Tang Xuejian, Long Kui, and Hua Ying were all there, but Zi Xuan was nowhere to be seen.

This allowed the red-haired monster to escape again.

Chonglou: "?"

It was that familiar look in his eyes; I've already told you he could never be interested in any woman.

Seeing that Tan Wenjie and Chonglou had stopped fighting, Jing Tian breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Why did you two suddenly..." "Oh, we suddenly felt itchy hands, so we decided to have a friendly spar."

"A friendly spar?" Jing Tian looked around.

Jiuding Mountain is gone, and only a few peaks that were cut in half remain within a radius of dozens of miles. A battle that changed the terrain is described by you as just a friendly spar.

Tang Xuejian and the others greeted each other respectfully. The difference in strength was too great, and they weren't very familiar with each other, so it was better to be polite.

Looking at Chonglou beside him, and then at Jingtian surrounded by girls, even the flying duck could turn into a girl, the protagonist of the Great World is really arrogant.

I wonder when I'll have the luck to be the main character again. Next time, I'll do my best to accumulate merit.

"Um, do you still want your sword?" Jing Tian's aura weakened rapidly when he saw Chong Lou.

He pawned the sword for a single coin, but he carried it around aimlessly.

He will definitely return it if the other party wants it back.

"How is the sword?" Chonglou asked.

"This sword is excellent!" Jing Tian nodded repeatedly.

"Then use it; it is your sword to begin with."

"Hehe, that's too kind of you."

Jing Tian held onto the Demon Sword the whole time, showing no intention of letting go. Logically, the sword belonged to someone else, but physically, he believed that Brother Jie would definitely be on his side.

After a brief reunion, it was time to part ways.

Chonglou wanted to see the divine general Feipeng at his peak, but Jingtian held no appeal for him. At present, Tan Wenjie's allure far surpassed that of Jingtian.

Tan Wenjie dislikes others taking girls to fight monsters and level up, so he definitely won't act with Jing Tian.

"Nothing lasts forever... uh."

"gone."

"Goodbye."

Both sides spoke concisely.

The other party keeps refreshing on my usual route, so I guess we'll run into each other again soon.

……

"Chonglou, didn't you say you knew where Shennong Jiuquan was?"

“The nine springs are interconnected, and one spring can lead to another.”

"What are you waiting for?"

You can't wait to farm equipment.

"It needs to be forged from the Soul of the Spring." Chonglou displayed his Flaming Blood Blade.

The name of its artifact, "Yanbo," is taken from Yanbo, one of the Nine Springs.

“You cannot forge it,” Chonglou said. “Within the Six Realms, I only know that the Heavenly Emperor Fuxi has the ability to forge divine artifacts.”

Tan Wenjie slammed on the brakes and hovered in mid-air: "You cheated?"

In order to deceive himself into fighting, Chonglou resorted to lying and underhanded tactics.

Chonglou: "I can take you to Shennong Jiuquan."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

He's always the one taking advantage of others, but today he's been outmaneuvered by that big-eyed bastard Chonglou.

He suddenly turned the corner.

Chonglou: "Where are you going?"

Tan Wenjie: "Shushan".

If he can't forge the Nine Springs Divine Artifact, then surely he can just steal an unclaimed lost divine sword without any problem.

A thousand years ago, Demon Lord Chonglou and God General Feipeng made a duel in the New Immortal Realm. Later, Feipeng's sword, the Zhaodan Divine Sword, was lost in the mortal world.

The Shu Mountain Sect, the foremost of the Seventy-Two Immortal Realms, had a founder who once found a divine weapon that fell from the sky and named it the Demon-Suppressing Sword.

The Demon-Suppressing Sword is the same as the Radiant Sword, forged by the Heavenly Emperor using the Radiant Spring Soul and meteorite divine iron, and is completely comparable to Chonglou's Flaming Blood Blade.

Now, the Evil Sword Immortal has become a consumable for Tan Wenjie to forge and strengthen weapons. Although Jing Tian's adventure has only just begun, without the Evil Sword Immortal, those tragedies will no longer need to be repeated.

His ultimate goal was to roam the world, uphold justice, and finally become the richest man in the region, living a happy life.

The divine sword was too sharp; Ah Tian couldn't handle it.

Shushan.

The Jianfeng Mountains stretch endlessly; climbing them and piercing the clouds, one can see the legendary Shu Mountains.

The disciple carried a demon-slaying manual on his back.

The entire Shushan Mountain is now filled with a desolate and solemn atmosphere.

After the Demon-Sealing Tower collapsed and demons wreaked havoc, most of the Shu Mountain disciples went down the mountain to subdue demons, while the remaining disciples barely managed to keep the sect running.

The Five Elders of Shushan personally oversaw the event.

Xu Changqing, a former disciple of Mount Shu, has returned. Upon his reappearance, all his fellow disciples address him as their senior brother.

Although there were rumors that the eldest disciple had been seduced by a woman, and rumors that he was going to give up his right to inherit the position of sect leader, and despite all the rumors, everyone was respectful when Xu Changqing appeared, and was willing to listen to the orders of a "discarded disciple".

This is what reputation is all about!

Xu Changqing quickly arranged for his fellow disciples to take action and strictly enforced the order not to disturb the Five Elders' seclusion.

"I wonder how Zixuan is doing."

He looked up at the distant sky.

It looks like two figures are flying over.

Xu Changqing leaped forward.

The newcomer possessed an extremely strong aura, and just one glance was enough to make Xu Changqing break out in a sweat.

One person had striking red hair, while the other wore a mask.

"I've told you so many times, we're here to rob you." The masked man was speechless. "If you weren't masked, could you at least stay away from me?"

"Hmph, I disdain such petty theft," the red-haired man said. "With your skills, why hide your true colors?"

"You know I'm doing petty theft. Who would brazenly steal something?"

"..."

Even Xu Changqing thought what he said made a lot of sense.

Xu Changqing: "Gentlemen, I wonder..."

Masked man: "Oh, we're just passing by."

You just said you were coming to rob someone, to steal chickens and dogs, how can anyone believe you were just passing by?

"Shushan has suffered a great change." Xu Changqing said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "No matter what your purpose may be, please forgive Shushan for not welcoming you."

"Hahaha, Tan Wenjie, he looks down on you!" Chonglou laughed loudly.

"Damn it, don't say my name!" the masked man shouted angrily as he turned around.

The two people who came to Shushan were naturally Tan Wenjie and Chonglou.

He would never bring Chonglou along again for the next big thing, and he was 100% certain that Chonglou had done it on purpose. This devil may seem reckless, but he is actually cunning.

How many demons are truly naive?

"Forget it, let's just force our way in." The masked man, Tan Wenjie, turned to look at the Demon-Locking Tower.

With the Demon-Sealing Tower completely collapsed, all the demons and monsters inside escaped, inevitably causing considerable bloodshed.

But everything can be discussed.

Leaving the sword in the tower is pointless.

"The Demon-Sealing Tower?" Xu Changqing felt a sense of foreboding.

If the visitor's target is the Demon-Sealing Tower, then his master and uncles will be in danger.

The remaining Shushan disciples had already flown over, forming an array and flying on their swords to meet the enemy.

Amidst a flurry of flying swords, Tan Wenjie raised his finger and gently pressed it down.

He possesses sword control skills, allowing him to directly confront flying swords head-on without needing to speak with their masters, forcing them to submit.

Xu Changqing's forehead was covered in sweat, and the other Shushan disciples reacted almost identically.

The sword, disobedient, trembled like a tamed horse encountering a pride of lions, too afraid to move. (End of Chapter)