Chapter 421 I am the Drunken Swordsman, Slaying Demons Between Heaven and Earth"With your eyes?" Hou Yuanxi remained silent after hearing this. She always felt that Tao Sanxiao, who was drunk every day, was actually more sober than anyone else in the world. This is a man of great wisdom. He is suspected to be an old friend of the Wine Immortal Li, and the last person of the Wine Immortal Li in this world. However, Hou Yuanxi could never figure out what he wanted to do and what he was waiting for all these years. "I see." Hou Yuanxi nodded slightly, turned and left. Although he gained nothing, his mentality was much more stable than before. With the Drunken Immortal Tao Sanxiao here, 90% of the Dharma Immortals in the world could not surpass that sword full of alcohol. “I don’t realize that I am just a guest in the dream. I indulge in pleasure for a moment, but the wine makes me sad… I am the wine and sword fairy, I eliminate demons between heaven and earth!” A faint singing voice came from the mountains behind. Hou Yuanxi paused and continued walking forward.

Drunken Immortal, Drunken Sword Immortal. She was already 70% sure about Tao Sanxiao's former identity. But neither side ever mentioned the past. This is a tacit understanding. An instinctive vigilance and preparedness that comes from deep within the soul. October 15th. October seventeenth. The battles began and ended one after another, in full swing and intense. Shui Qianrou, Yan Ze and others who had recovered from their injuries attacked vigorously, trying to defeat their opponents in the shortest possible time in every battle. The nine of them seemed to be competing to see who would win first. of course. It was Song Lin every time, without exception. His flying knife skills never miss their target. No one has ever been able to dodge that knife, not a single one! The divine and ghostly sword that contained the ten ultimate golden lights completely shocked countless practitioners in Baimang Mountain and left a deep impression in the hearts of the people. You can't dodge this knife! After some powerful people in the Life Dan realm put themselves in Song Lin's shoes, they shook their heads and said that they were not absolutely sure that they could dodge Song Lin's flying knife. Even if you are 90% sure, there is still a 10% chance of failure. Facing such a flying knife, if you fail, the price will be your life. "The Great Dao of the First-Rank Golden Body! After seven thousand years of silence, the first peerless swordsman with a first-rank golden body will finally appear at Jianya Xuanfeng! I really look forward to the day when he breaks through the Dragon Elephant Golden Body Realm." "It's hard to imagine how terrible his golden body tribulation will be!"

October 19th. The last day of battle finally arrived. In Baimang Mountain. Song Lin was holding a flying knife and dressed in white. He looked like a handsome young man in this corrupt world, or an immortal who had been banished from the mortal world. "What a strong momentum!" "With eight consecutive wins, his momentum has reached its peak." "I feel it! That flying knife skill is a way to be invincible! He is cultivating a strong confidence, and he will become stronger and stronger with each battle, until he becomes invincible!" "So scary~~~No one has confidence in facing that knife. This confidence waxes and wanes. The more Song Lin wins, the scarier that knife becomes!" "If no one can break his winning streak and rub his edge, this crazy swordsman will surely grow into an invincible swordsman in Donglin. The invincible road that 'Donglin Sword Lord' once walked is really not a dream!" "Oh I see……" Many people couldn't help but take a deep breath. My heart is surging and shaking. at this time. The ten people around Song Lin all had solemn expressions, as if they were facing a powerful enemy. pressure! Pressure like a mountain and a sea. Faced with that unknown flying knife, their confidence was already crumbling before the battle even started. "This can't go on like this!" "Let's change the way we do things today. Let's all attack together. Even if it means losing face, we must teach him a lesson!" "it is good!" "Three, two, one..." boom! Ten spells of different forms bombarded Song Lin. Facing ten powerful golden-bodied warriors who were at a realm beyond his own, Song Lin felt as if he was in a stormy sea and did not even draw his sword for a moment. 'efficient! ’ Everyone looked happy. One at the peak of the Divine Mansion, and ten at the Golden Body Fighting Realm. If any one of them was taken out alone, Song Lin would dare to fight against them with his Divine Palace True Qi. But facing the concerted efforts of ten people, he had to temporarily avoid the sharp edge. however.

The mountain platform is only that big. He retreated again and again, transforming into a sword dragon, as if he was in the midst of a raging sea, and was gradually forced into a dead end by the waves of magic. suddenly. The agile sword light paused, revealing Song Lin's figure. The edge of the ring was behind him and he had no room to retreat. "Then fight!" Song Lin suddenly smiled. Afterwards. His figure turned into a stream of light, and like a moth to a flame, he resolutely dived into the magic spells. "careful!" "No-" "Don't hurt him!" Many people around couldn't help but exclaim. This was just a competition, and Song Lin was risking his life by doing this. As the treasure of Jianya Xuanfeng, if anyone hurt him even a little, he would be in trouble. For a while. All ten people from the hundred sects in Mangshan looked hesitant. "Sword Nineteen: Bitter Snail." Song Lin's voice rang out from the divine light in the sky. next moment. A golden sword dragon cut through the sky, breaking three magical attacks in an instant. It seemed that in the previous duel, he had already caught many flaws of his opponent. This sword completely changed the situation! call out-- The familiar sound of breaking air resounded throughout the world. "not good!" The ten disciples from the hundreds of sects in Mangshan were greatly shocked and dodged almost subconsciously. The real flaw has appeared! Pfft~~ A disciple of Tianhai Palace covered his neck with his hands and fell straight down. at the same time. Song Lin held the Red Blood Demon Sword in his hand and appeared in front of a disciple of the Corpse Spirit Treasure Sect. "Spirit Corpse, return quickly!" The disciple of the Corpse Spirit Treasure Sect was suddenly shocked.

"late!" Song Lin smiled slightly and swept his sword across the man's neck. "Uh……" The disciple of the Corpse Spirit Sect subconsciously covered his neck. "You are already a 'dead man'." Song Lin didn't even bother to turn his head, but flew up with his sword in hand. "..." The disciples of the Corpse Spirit Sect looked helpless and lay obediently on the ground like dead people. He knew in his heart that defeat in today's battle was inevitable! Just now, everyone's subconscious evasion caused the perfect encirclement to collapse instantly. If they were clear-headed enough, knowing that they couldn't dodge the knife, they simply didn't dodge and continued to attack, and they would definitely win this battle. however. Fear of life and death is the instinct of every living being. The knife, which was aimed at an unknown person, tore apart this perfect formation. Victory or defeat is already determined! really. A moment later, three beams of ten-absolute golden light penetrated the sky and earth, and all the people present fell to the ground. Four people died from Song Lin's flying knife skills, and six people died tragically under his exquisite swordsmanship. The disciples of the hundreds of sects in Mangshan who were good at various strange magics were like lambs to be slaughtered when Song Lin approached them. "One sword breaks all laws, and the flying knife shakes the world!" "He is worthy of being the most outstanding disciple of Jianya Xuanfeng's generation! Not only does he have the unique skill of flying knives, but he also has nearly flawless attainments in swordsmanship. Their loss was not unfair!" "Alas~~ After fighting for so many days, I actually forgot that he has the same outstanding sword skills. What a mistake, what a mistake!" "Besieging him is the only way to deal with him. If we wait until he enters the golden body, this only shortcoming will be made up. By then, I'm afraid that Song Lin will be almost invincible after entering the golden body." "Only a Dharma Immortal can defeat him." Everyone was amazed and talked about it. "Song Shangxian, we lost." "I am convinced by this battle." "Ten people besieged you but failed to take you down. I guess there won't be another chance in the future. What a pity. We missed the only chance in this life to defeat the future peerless swordsman." Ten disciples from hundreds of sects on Mount Mang all bowed with expressions of admiration and regret in their eyes. Just a little bit. Just a little bit and they win!

As a result, because of the fear of death, Song Lin easily broke through the perfect encirclement. "Concession." Song Lin smiled slightly and bowed in return. Is it really just a little bit? Now, he, in front of the disciples of the hundreds of sects in Mangshan, is like the fisherman facing Chen Guzhou. That insignificant little bit... is the distance between life and death. That so-called little bit is more likely to be billions of bits! Half an hour later. Yan Ze, Song Xiangyu and others also completed today's duel. Still victorious. Fighting for nine consecutive days without a single defeat! The defeat convinced all the disciples from the hundreds of sects in Mount Mang, and also delighted the countless sects and families from the surrounding prefectures. "Is this Jianya Xuanfeng?" "As expected of the Supreme Immortal Sect of the East Land! Even though the inheritance of Jianya Xuanfeng has been cut off, it is still so powerful." "Over the past thousands of years, the four great peaks of Donglin Xianya have all developed their own methods of first-grade golden body. It is hard to imagine that Jianya Xuanfeng is so powerful, so what about the other four peaks?" "It is said that the team that came down from Donglin Xianya to train this time, including Ling Zhenzi, Lu Niangzi and others, are all first-grade golden bodies with unlimited potential. Each of them has a higher cultivation level than Hou Yuanxi..." There were heated discussions coming from all directions. Song Lin gathered with eight other fellow disciples and were about to leave. Suddenly a man came riding on the wind. "My name is Chen Xuangui from Changsheng Bookstore. I have come here specially to invite you to attend my father's birthday banquet today. I respectfully invite all of you immortals..." The man who spoke bowed deeply, performing a very high-level ceremony. "We will be there in three hours." Hou Yuanxi looked calm as he made a decision. "Thank you for your mercy, Immortal!" Chen Xuangui showed joy on his face and nodded repeatedly. With the Immortal Donglin in charge, tonight’s difficulties are - overcome! We must know that fortune and misfortune go hand in hand, overnight. Chen Changshou got the Diyuan Longevity Fruit, so he had to face the covetousness of the world's cultivators. If he wanted to make this longevity treasure into a pill and take it, it would take at least half a year, and he had to invite a master of alchemy to refine it. Everyone is afraid of an old-fashioned life-saving elixir that is about to expire, but they are also eyeing the Changsheng Book House that is about to lose its fangs. Tonight's birthday banquet is an opportunity to discuss the distribution of benefits. If they fail to pass this level, Changsheng Bookstore may be in danger of being destroyed. If they pass it smoothly, they can form alliances and even use this opportunity to climb to the top of Jianya Xuanfeng. From now on, Changsheng Bookstore will be the best in Baimang Mountain! afternoon. Jianya Xuanfeng and his group were sitting in the ancient courtyard of their master's family.

Listening to Song Lin's account of the strange things that had happened during this period, Yan Ze and others couldn't help but look worried. "Big Sister, if this is most likely a trap, why are we still going there?" "Yeah yeah!" "I think it's better to leave this vortex as soon as possible, practice cultivation, and live a peaceful and free life." Several people expressed their opinions. "hide?" Song Lin smiled and said, "Fellow brothers, what is the meaning of our practice?" "of course……" When everyone heard this, they were about to answer, but suddenly they all stopped. Yes! What is the meaning of spiritual practice? The chivalrous path of immortals is to shoulder the responsibility of all people. This answer subconsciously emerged in their minds. This has always been the philosophy that Donglinxianya and Jianyaxuanfeng have adhered to for thousands of years. The first lesson they learned when they embarked on the path of cultivation was to care about the world and defeat demons and monsters. They had to take on the responsibilities that an immortal should shoulder. As an immortal. Why should we retreat when facing evil? As a sword cultivator. We should be courageous and diligent, how can we retreat? This is the second lesson on the path to immortality - advance and retreat. Only when you know how to advance and retreat, understand gains and losses, and know how to make choices can you become a fairy among men and a god among swordsmen. "Since the enemy in the dark has already locked onto us, running away... will only make them more brazen. Even if we escape this disaster, we will encounter stronger enemies and bigger conspiracies on the way back." Yan Ze said with emotion: "I never thought that after so many years of learning, I would be taught a lesson by my junior brother today." He stood up and bowed to Song Lin. "Yan Ze, I'm grateful for your advice!" (End of this chapter)