When Ji Chen crossed the river before, the purple-eyed corpse followed the boat for a while. Ji Chen suspected that the current scene might be a memory of the purple-eyed corpse.
From the moment he stepped ashore and saw the light, it entered his memory.
Ji Chen couldn't determine whether it was true or false. He could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.
If this is really a memory of Zi Yan, it proves that what is happening now has really happened before, and this memory is very important to Zi Yan, so it is deliberately preserved.
Ji Chen's tense nerves also relaxed slightly.
If this is the case, then everything you do next will be reasonable, and this will form a closed loop.
When he met Zi Yan, his memory was triggered. He went back to hundreds of thousands of years ago through this memory. After experiencing all this, he left a deep impression on Zi Yan and asked him to save this memory. memory.
Hundreds of thousands of years later, he met Zi Yan again, which triggered his memory, walked into his memory, and went back to hundreds of thousands of years ago through this memory.
This is an infinite loop, a bit confusing, but easy to understand!
The battle between the streams is over.
The process of this fighting method is very fast. Basically, the winner or loser is determined in one round, and the victory or defeat can be won in an instant.
Including life and death duel, it is also a matter of life and death.
At this time, a person flew down from the rocks on the other side of the stream and stood on a huge stone in the stream.
"It's Bafeng's senior brother, Yan Guinan, and he actually stood up!"
Every year at the Chengjian Conference, in addition to the new disciples Chengjian, there will also be competitions between various peaks.
Yan Guinan had already inherited the sword five years ago. Now that he stood up, he naturally wanted to challenge.
Everyone is curious, who is he going to challenge?
There was silence on both sides of the stream, everyone was waiting.
Ji Chen had a bad feeling in his heart, could it be me?
It turned out that he was right, it was him.
Amid everyone's curious gazes, Yan Guinan looked at Ji Chen.
"It's rare for the fifth junior brother to come back. After several years of experience, I think my swordsmanship has improved a lot. Senior brother also wants to witness the fifth junior brother's superb swordsmanship."
"Please!"
There were not many surprises for those on both sides of the stream.
They noticed Ji Chen as soon as he appeared here. In fact, many people wanted to challenge him. Being able to win the favor of Master Tantai and being the only disciple of the Ninth Peak, everyone wanted to know what his advantages were. .
Well, Ji Chen knew that he might not be able to survive if he didn't fight.
At this moment, Shen Ke reminded in a low voice, "Swordsmanship competitions are not based on cultivation, but the control of swordsmanship. After all, there is a hierarchy of knowledge, and it is unfair to compete on cultivation."
This sentence gave Ji Chen some confidence. If he wanted to talk about cultivation, he couldn't see through Yan Guinan's cultivation. Even if he didn't surpass Nirvana, he was probably close to it.
Ji Chen stepped out, came to the top of the stream, and stood on a stone in the stream.
"Where is your sword?" Yan Guinan asked.
Ji Chen took out the Pojun Hengdao from the ring, slowly pulled it out, stood with his head bowed, holding the knife in one hand and pointing diagonally at the stream.
The shape of his sword also amazed people on both sides of the stream.
It is the first time they have seen this kind of sword with a single edge and a beveled tip.
The horizontal sword style is a Daxia-style war knife, which is made uniformly to take into account the characteristics of swords and knives.
Ji Chen also inherited the tradition of Heng Dao from his previous life, so in this life, people had never seen Heng Dao a hundred thousand years ago.
Moreover, Ji Chen's starting sword stance made everyone confused. This was not the Holy Land Sword Style.
But this has little impact. Tianxuan Holy Land is open to all rivers and can allow disciples to learn other techniques besides Tianxuan Holy Land, even magic techniques.
Yan Guinan drew his sword, and a sword light pierced the air and came straight to the door in front of Ji Chen.
There is nothing fancy, a straight sword, and the sharp sword light comes in an instant. As long as it breaks through to an inch in front of Ji Chen's eyebrows and hovers there, Ji Chen will lose.
The sword light was approaching and there was no time to think.
This is the flying sword.
The thought moves and the sword moves.
Read it, and the sword will arrive.
Yan Guinan's sword was about to break through to Ji Chen's eyebrows, but Ji Chen's sword had not moved yet and was still in his hand.
Lost!
This is the voice of everyone.
That's what sword fighting is like, whoever's sword reaches it first wins, even if it's the first one.
The battle between life and death is often about this hero.
On the stream, Ji Chen's eyes were always fixed on the sword light. Just when the sword light was about to break through to the distance between his eyebrows, he drew his sword. He raised the horizontal sword with one hand and slashed at the flying sword.
"Ding!"
The horizontal sword struck the flying sword accurately, sending the flying sword flying out and falling into the grass on the left bank of the stream.
The horizontal sword in Ji Chen's hand suddenly flashed with sword light. He turned the blade, and like a mirror refracting, a ray of sword light shone into Yan Guinan's eyes.
He used the principle of sunlight refraction to shine the light of the knife into Yan Guinan's eyes, and the knife's intention penetrated into his heart.
At this moment, Yan Guinan's eyes were filled with white light, his soul stung, and he fell down.
Suddenly, a ray of sword light came, supporting Yan Guinan's body to prevent him from falling into the stream.
Immediately afterwards, a figure leapt into the middle of the stream, helped Yan Guinan fly back to the shore.
After a little inspection, I found that it was nothing serious.
"If your spirit is damaged, you can just recover for a while."
Both sides of the Taiwan Strait were very quiet. Ji Chen's move just now was beyond everyone's expectations. When everyone thought he was going to lose, he fought back and won in an extremely simple and crude way.
There is no superb swordsmanship, no exquisite control, just a simple and rough smash to knock the opponent's sword away. This method is quite a slap in the face.
For sword cultivators, the sword is life. If the sword is with the person, but the sword is gone, what can you use to fight with the person?
For a sword cultivator, it would be better to kill him directly.
At this time, the young man who had rescued Yan Guinan came to the stream and stood where Yan Guinan stood before him, ten feet away from Ji Chen.
His name is Wen Shao.
The defeat of Yan Guinan meant that the Eighth Peak was defeated, and it was defeated in a humiliating way. The people of the Eighth Peak were naturally unhappy, so Wen Shao stood up.
He is the second senior brother of the Eighth Peak, so naturally he has to come back to get this face.
In fact, among the nine peaks of the Holy Land, the senior brother is not necessarily the strongest.
The eldest brother may have the best overall ability and be good at management, but that doesn't mean he is absolutely number one in terms of strength.
Just like the nine peak masters, the leader may not necessarily be the strongest.
"You were fighting against the same sect, but you hurt others. You haven't returned to the sect for three years, which also made you forget the friendship between the same sect."
Wen Shao's voice was a little cold, and he seemed to be very unhappy with what Ji Chen did just now. Ji Chen defeated Yan Guinan in an almost humiliating way, which not only made him hate Ji Chen, but also made the entire Eighth Peak hate him. Ji Chen.
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Asking for a monthly ticket!
(End of chapter)
