Chapter 228: Tian Jian Fenghuang

The cool breeze is blowing, and although the sun is shining brightly, the environment is extremely beautiful under the shade. In the green forest and under the shade, Zhang Jun was sitting in the pavilion, drinking tea leisurely. Although the temperature outside is very high, it is the midsummer and the summer heat, at this moment, Zhang Jun was wearing a black windbreaker without any sweat. On the contrary, on the contrary, on the other hand, a trace of mist appeared on the teacup in Zhang Jun's left hand. Outside Zhang Jun's palm, the air also turned into a twisted vacuum under Zhang Jun's true energy. He was surging by heat waves. When Zhang Jun drank the tea soaked in boiling water in one gulp, there was no abnormality at all...

When Zhang Jun drank the water in one sip, the ice true energy in his mouth had cooled it to a very suitable temperature, which would not be too hot or too cold, just so that Zhang Jun could taste the aroma of the tea.

Compared to Zhang Jun's way of drinking tea, the person opposite Zhang Jun is indeed much normal in comparison, but if you look closely, you will find that the other party is not a normal person.

The person sitting opposite Zhang Jun had a messy black hair, which seemed to be a otakus who was obsessed with technology, without any tactile appearance. However, the thick robe on the other party was extremely clean and tidy. The sigh-sighing stubble not only made him look decadent, but instead made him look vicissitudes and showed a mature manly charm.

Under Zhang Jun's eyes, the middle-aged man opposite him, when the tea in the tea cup reached his mouth, dripping liquid rose up in an instant, turning into tiny water swords and sucking into the middle-aged man's mouth. Zhang Jun also felt moved when he saw this. The other party's strength had undoubtedly reached an extremely brilliant state.

Zhang Jun smiled slightly, then put down the teacup and said, "Senior, I didn't expect that the senior will recover so quickly now, and he will go further. It's a joyful congratulations."

"Zhang Jun... For me, martial arts is just a matter of having no idea of ​​passing the time after I was idle. For me, the skills I have recovered now do not matter whether I have it or not." The middle-aged man, full of vicissitudes, just shook his head and savored the tea, seemed to really not care about the impact of this martial arts on it at all.

Even in the eyes of this middle-aged man, what Zhang Jun could see was a look of indifference that clearly sees everything, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes and twists and turns in the world, and had completely seen through the past. It was a look that only a monk could have appeared.

Zhang Jun could only smile bitterly now. The character of his master is really not very consistent with him. However, it was precisely because of his good-looking man who saw through the world that he had made him completely pass on his remaining martial arts skills to Zhang Jun for world peace, allowing Zhang Jun to enter the ranks of the strong ones at once.

However, unexpectedly, in this dream world, Zhang Jun actually returned here again. In the world of wind and clouds, he found his second master, Wuming, who lived in seclusion in the Zhonghua Building.

Of course, Wuming was also very happy to see Zhang Jun, so the scene of Zhang Jun and Wuming drinking tea appeared.

"Brother Zhang Jun, I didn't expect that Brother Zhang, your martial arts have improved so quickly, and now it is no less than the sword saint when he was the first one." Wuming slowly took a sip of tea and said with a smile.

"I like the feeling of progress brought by this martial arts, just like the exploration of the world of knowledge. As I progress, my vision is also expanding, allowing me to feel the little happiness brought by that kind of progress, enjoy the progress brought by martial arts, and cross the peaks. This is my purpose of practicing martial arts." Zhang Jun actually added another sentence in his heart. Not only did he want to do this, but he also wanted to become an immortal god who is immortal and immortal, and an existence beyond the existence of the living body of the mortal world. This is his ultimate pursuit. But this ideal is too shocking. If Zhang Jun really said this to Wuming, Wuming would probably regard himself as a madman who practices martial arts.

"Why might as well give me some advice?" After the words came, Zhang Jun felt a little eager to try. The feeling that Wuming brought to Zhang Jun was still as empty as he felt when he saw him for the first time. It seemed that the whole world was merged with it, and the flowers, plants, trees, wind, clouds, light and shadow between heaven and earth all became part of his body, or the whole person was integrated into these natural things, making Zhang Jun unable to detect at all. The other party had obviously reached the state of unity between man and nature.

After the words came, Zhang Jun's left hand, which was placed on the stone table, suddenly emitted an invisible force of elixir. The tea cup next to his hand was still motionless, but the tea in it seemed to be boiling, and suddenly sputtered a drop of liquid and flew ten centimeters above the water cup. At this moment, his right hand happened to appear in front of the water drop, and his middle finger bent slightly and shot the drop of water.

Bang! A slight and crisp sound of breaking through the air appeared in an instant. The water droplets that were originally before Zhang Jun's finger turned into a bullet that was shot directly into Wuming under the control of Zhang Jun's superb strength.

Wuming raised his eyebrows, but there was a slight smile of relief on the corner of his mouth. His fingers moved, and the teacup in his hand suddenly appeared in front of the liquid droplet comparable to a bullet, just blocking the drop of tea.

Ding! A crisp and melodious collision made the entire teacup vibrate and crack! A slight cracking sound surprised Wuming slightly. It turned out that a huge force was condensed on this droplet. Although it was blocked by the teacup, the teacup itself was covered with cracks under this huge force, like a shabby antique, and the countless crisscrossing cracks seemed to be able to crush the teacup immediately with just Wuming exerted a little force.

Wuming smiled slightly when he saw this scene. Although he didn't like martial arts competitions, he wanted to give guidance to Zhang Jun, a potential young man who was like half of his disciple, who was like a potential disciple, so that he could help him avoid detours.

"Then let's try it a little, just click it and stop." He nodded slightly, and the teacup in his hand suddenly turned into ashes powder. The tea in the original teacup turned into countless sharp swords flying out from the gaps of his name's fingers, like dragons rushing out.

"The Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, and I finally see them now. It's really a joy for three lives." Zhang Jun's eyes stared at Wuming in front of him. The wind blew, the leaves fell, the flowers bloomed, and the dew fell. At this moment, Zhang Jun felt that all the movements in the surrounding space stopped. The flowers did not move, the wind did not leave, the birds did not sing, and everything was quiet.

But in this extreme tranquility, a trace of sword energy beeping, as if it started to rise from the bass, and slowly became high-pitched, and finally filled the entire world, as if only this trace of sword sound was left between the world.

A bright red blood color spread out, turning into a terrifying storm behind Zhang Jun like a red waterfall. Half of the sky seemed to have become a bloody setting sun under this rich bloody aura. At the same time, under Zhang Jun's feet, a piece of ice and cold spread out. Everything around the pavilion was instantly covered by a layer of white frost, and the water droplets and trees turned into ice sculptures.

"What a heavy killing spirit, so cold and cold. This is your choice? That disappoints me so much. You finally entered the demonic path." Wuming saw this scene and smelled the bloody smell in the air and the coldness of almost extinct creatures on the ground, but shook his head and said with a regretful tone.

The momentum shown by Zhang Jun is completely a kind of cold and killing demonic nature, which makes the sword reach the world, and the will of the sky, and the Wuming who walks in the sky feels an inexplicable anger. This is simply the demonic nature and instinctive resistance of the Heavenly Sword that Shuntian and respond to Zhang Jun.

Just after Wuming finished speaking, the sound of the swords between heaven and earth suddenly came to an abrupt end. At the next moment, the wind moved, the clouds surging, the leaves fell, and the birds sang. For a moment, the whole world was flowing between Wuming's thoughts and immortality.

The wind carried the fallen leaves to pass by Wuming, blowing the ends of the other party's hair, bringing Zhang Jun a hint of coolness and sharpness. Under the red blood above Zhang Jun's head and the ice aura under his feet, under this ordinary breeze, it seemed that he had encountered some powerful sword edge. The blood and cold light formed was shattered under the flow of fallen leaves, turning into countless pieces, and turning into nothingness in the void.

Zhang Jun's eyes turned cold. Is the wind blowing the fallen leaves still the usual air flowing in Zhang Jun's eyes at this moment? It was simply a series of extremely sharp lights. Under Wuming's thoughts, the fallen leaves turned into peerless sword light and turned the entire red murderous aura and cold air into dust under the sword energy.

The fallen leaves in the breeze broke through Zhang Jun's murderous aura and cold air blockade. The airflow merged with the fallen leaves again into a huge sword energy sharp edge, pointing directly at Zhang Jun's assassination.

This is the sharpness of the Heavenly Sword. The power of the Heavenly Sword is not the poisoned and half-destroyed realm of the Heavenly Sword before, but the power of the Heavenly Sword that climbs to the top after the peak. It uses the mind to control the sky and the earth and transforms the sword into use. This is the real Heavenly Sword. One sword transforms into two, two transformations into three, three transformations into all things, all things become swords, and the sword transforms into all things.

The sky sword aura was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, pointing directly at Zhang Jun. The blood-colored murderous aura was cold and the ice peaks were melting. Under the sword aura, it was completely impossible to resist. A trace of wet fishy liquid slid down from Zhang Jun’s face, and a drop of blood was sliding down from Zhang Jun’s eyebrows.

Ding! The wind blows the leaves, and the sword energy as thin as a gossip is like a gentle breeze flowing into omnipotent cutting towards Zhang Jun. A layer of golden bell-shaped energy outside Zhang Jun's body suddenly turned into a trace of fluorescent light in this storm-like sword energy. Under the cutting of the sword energy, the golden bell-covered protective energy continued to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye. Seeing that the sword energy was about to reach its body, Zhang Jun stretched out his finger and pointed directly at the sharpness of the sword energy in front of him.

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