Chapter 993

Su Zimo moved on.

Before long, a stone statue appeared in front of him.

This stone statue is leaning against a bluestone, with a lazy expression, sloppy body, half-open chest, blurred eyes, and a wine jar in his left hand, which is lifelike.

On the edge of the stone statue, a few lines of words are written.

"I'm... a drunken life, a good wine in my life, you are practicing for longevity, I'm so I can drink a few more years of wine... Hahahaha!"

"What vision list, what... Dharma sign list, there is no good wine to be happy! The so-called practice of long talk and laughter is better than a drunken life!"

In just a few words, in Su Zimo's eyes, this drunken master seemed to be alive, wild and unruly, drunk and dreaming of death.

When he left these words, the great master seemed to be still drinking heavily, his handwriting was scribbled and disorganized, and he was already drunk.

This almighty, in order to drink a few more years of wine, cultivated to the state of integration, which is also an alternative.

"I heard that this drunken master was very famous in the cultivation world at the beginning."

"Don't look at the fact that he didn't mention some of his glory, but this senior used to be the tenth on the Vision Ranking and the ninth on the Dharma Sign Ranking. His combat power is amazing!"

Many monks whispered.

This drunken almighty is obviously much more powerful than the Chifeng almighty just now.

Around this stone statue, there are more monks gathered, dozens of them, and there are still monks coming here not far away.

"I wish to live forever..."

"I would also like to seek the avenue of longevity in this life. Like my predecessors, I also like to drink..."

Many monks shouted loudly around this stone statue, and they set up Taoism in various ways, and most of them were seeking the avenue of longevity.

It's just that the statue has never moved.

At this moment, a cultivator squeezed in from the crowd, came to the stone statue, took out a jar of wine from the storage bag, removed the mud seal, and the aroma of the wine was overflowing.

"Senior, I came to see you with a good wine."

The man said, pouring all the wine into the wine jar in the hand of the stone statue.

call!

The whole stone statue suddenly moved, and the slightly open mouth burst out with the smell of wine, which shot straight into the sky, shrouding the person inside.

In the blink of an eye, the man disappeared in place.

"I'll go, is this okay?"

"This drunken senior is too sloppy!"

"Oh, why didn't I expect that there is this hand!"

Some monks were stunned, some monks sighed, and some monks regretted.

Su Zimo laughed dumbly.

This drunken senior is really a free and easy person.

"Look at that cultivator in green shirt, could it be Su Zimo, the famous evildoer recently?" In the crowd, a Daoist Returning to the Void pointed at Su Zimo and said mysteriously.

"I heard that Su Zimo has a terrifying body and is invincible in melee combat. He must be tall, tall and strong. This man looks handsome and thin, can't it be him?"

"Don't be surprised, there are so many people wearing blue shirts, can you still meet one Su Zimo?"

"Haha, I just said it casually, how can there be such a coincidence, I will scare you."

At first the monk laughed.

When Su Zimo first entered Zhongzhou, the only time he really showed up was at the Qianhe Tea Party.

But at the Qianhe Tea Party, almost all of them were the Yuanying Zhenjun, the virtuous Daoist from the cultivation world, and not many people had seen Su Zimo.

"Go and see, there's a fight over there!"

"Where? Who's with whom?"

"The inheritance of the wind sword guarded by the sword sect was broken into by another sword cultivator, and the two sides fought!"

"Go, go and see!"

The Daoist Returning Void originally gathered near the stone statue all moved in one direction and whistled away.

Su Zimo pondered a little and followed.

It didn't take long for Su Zimo's ear to be strong, and he heard bursts of sword qi contending and the sound of Jin Ge fighting.

I saw on the horizon in the distance, a long sword towering into the clouds, dozens of feet high, slanting into the ground, extremely shocking!

Below this long sword, there are sword lights flying.

The seven sword sects and sword cultivators are walking in specific directions, and the seven people are connected to each other, forming an extremely mysterious sword formation, trapping the other sword cultivator in the middle!

The seven sword sect sword cultivators are all complete in the Void Return Realm.

In their hands, this set of sword formations is obviously a consummate perfection. With a tacit understanding, the sword energy is agitated, and the more fierce and fiery it is!

The trapped Jianxiu had black hair and black clothes, his face was a little pale, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and his cultivation realm was only in the early stage of returning to the void.

The black-clothed sword cultivator was able to strike back a few swords at first.

But with the sword formation fully unfolded, this person can only keep flickering and dodging, passively defending, and completely falling behind!

Su Zimo's expression changed.

He didn't know any of the sword cultivators of Jianzong.

But this black-clothed sword cultivator was an old friend.

The Dugu Sword of the Northern Territory Family!

Dugujian is withdrawn, taciturn, and never takes the initiative to talk to people.

It seems that in his eyes, there is only the sword in his hand.

But Su Zimo had a pretty good impression of him.

It's not just because Dugujian had helped him in the ruins of Dagan.

More because, one hundred years ago in Vientiane City, when the catastrophe came and all the arrogances were retreating, Dugu Jian was the first to stand up!

In Su Zimo's eyes, he is a real sword cultivator!

Unexpectedly, after a hundred years, this old man has already stepped into the Void Return Realm.

Su Zimo observed, in addition to the seven sword sect sword cultivators in the battlefield, there are more than a dozen sword sect sword cultivators, guarding around the battlefield with sharp eyes, prohibiting outsiders from interfering.

At the foot of the giant sword, there are still several corpses of Jianzong Jianxiu.

They are all swords in the eyebrows, killing them with one sword, clean and neat!

"In all fairness, this sword sect is indeed a bit overbearing. The inheritance of the preaching place depends entirely on chance, but the sword sect has been occupying the inheritance of this wind sword power all the year round and does not allow others to enter."

"Who said no."

"Alas, the Sword Sect is powerful, and it is also a place of pilgrimage for sword cultivators in the world. Who would dare to take its edge."

In the crowd watching the battle, many monks were discussing.

"This man in black is not weak, he just broke into it by himself, and he can kill a sword sect sword cultivator in three or two times. His swordsmanship is extremely fast!"

"Unfortunately, he didn't come at the right time."

"Originally, under this wind sword inheritance, there are only twenty sword sect sword cultivators guarding. And these seven sword cultivators came in late, familiar with the sword sect's Seven Luminaries Sword Formation, and the seven together can fight against the titled disciples! "

"I heard that these seven sword cultivators came here for the evildoer Su Zimo, but they saw the man in black fighting with the sword sect sword cultivator. The seven men decisively shot and surrounded him."

"The gap between the cultivation bases of the two sides is too great. If you continue to consume it, the man in black will surely die!"

While this person was analyzing, a huge force suddenly came from behind him, pushing him away.

The man was furious, turned his head, looked at the monk in blue, and said coldly, "What are you squeezing, can't you see!"

Anyone who can enter this preaching place has some ability. This person is from 108, and naturally he is not willing to suffer.

"Excuse me."

Su Zimo glanced at the man lightly, pushed him away, and walked towards the battlefield below the long sword.

"Humph!"

The man spit at Su Zimo's back, and scolded: "What are you arrogant, looking like you are rushing to die! Thinking that wearing a blue shirt is Su Zimo!"

PS: Please let me know, I will be ready to explode tomorrow afternoon! Get ready for my big move!