The old man's back suddenly trembled.
He had been stooping, but when he was called by Shen Zhenyi, he unconsciously straightened his body and looked taller than the average person. His white hair spread out and moved without wind.
His hemp clothes also swelled, and his whole person immediately showed a dangerous momentum.
Cynanchum Chinense was caught off guard. She hurriedly blocked in front of Shen Zhenyi and put on a defensive driving posture.
Shen Zhenyi smiled and gently guided her with his left hand, indicating that she should sit down.
"It doesn't matter. Today is not the day of the final battle. Mr. Wujian won't make a move."
He slowly picked up the wine glass and took a sip. It was as warm as the spring breeze.
The old man's momentum gradually disappeared. He slowly turned his head. There was no trace of expression on his withered face, like a rotten tree by the roadside. Only his eyes occasionally showed a faint light.
"You knew it was me?"
He asked Shen Zhenyi.
Shen Zhenyi shook his head. "Today, I felt you were here because of the momentum. I didn't expect that the famous Mr. Wujian had been at the foot of the Abandoned Sword Villa all this time, but no one knew. "
This roadside wine and food stall had been there for decades.
Shen Shou had eaten beef noodles here with Shen Zhenyi when he was young.
At that time, the stall owner was a white-haired old man. Shen Shou had also lamented that he had come here when he was young, but it had not changed at all.
Today, Shen Zhenyi felt Mr. Wujian's murderous aura and found his hiding place.
Mr. Wujian was silent.
He slowly walked to the small table. There was no difference in his footsteps, as if they had been measured. With every step, his momentum grew. Cynanchum Chinense's palms were sweating. She was now a master of the seventh level of martial arts, but in front of this person, she didn't even dare to think about resistance.
Shen Zhenyi was still calm.
Mister Five Swords walked to the small table and sat down across from Shen Zhenyi. He stared at the pot of osmanthus wine on the table and said coldly, "I have been practicing the sword for two hundred and seventy-six years. Ever since I mastered the Blood Changing Secret Technique, I have never drunk wine again."
Shen Zhenyi nodded. "There are many taboos in this martial art. One must have a heart like a cold stone and a body like a dead tree. Things like wine and lust are the biggest hindrances in cultivating this martial art."
Mister Five Swords closed his eyes. "However, just by relying on this technique, I was able to obtain the opportunity of the Moon Decapitation. I can be considered the number one expert in the world."
To his surprise, Shen Zhenyi nodded again. "If you can be patient and cultivate the Blood Changing Mystic Technique for more than five hundred years, you may have a chance to meet the Moon Decapitation."
"And then there's you." Mister Five Swords' expression was unsightly. A green light burned in his eyes, like a will-o '-the-wisp.
For the past two hundred years, he had killed all the martial artists who had entered the realm of god. On one hand, it was to cultivate the Blood Changing Secret Technique. On the other hand, it was to prevent the birth of geniuses.
It had to be said that in the current Nine Serenities, at least he had succeeded in the first two hundred years.
It was a pity that there was the Third Young Master Shen.
— — The unparalleled Third Young Master Shen.
At the mere age of seventeen, he had already entered the realm of god. If he was given another ten or eight years, who knew how far his martial arts realm would improve?
Therefore, he had no choice but to come out of seclusion and forcefully use the Killing Method to improve his aura and return to his peak state.
No matter what, he had to get rid of Shen Zhenyi first.
But after seeing him today, he realized that the situation was not as simple as he thought.
This young man had retracted his sword aura and returned to his original state. Even he couldn't see through his cultivation level.
Could it be that he was not only at the ninth level of the martial arts path, but had gone one step further and reached the threshold of the tenth level?
If that was the case, the Moon Decapitation would definitely succeed in the battle between the two of them.
Of course, this was the goal that Mister Five Swords had been pursuing. But it happened in a hurry and even he was not prepared.
"The Nine Serenities has been ravaged by you for more than two hundred years and has been weakened for a long time. Now that the Moon Decapitation is here, I'm afraid there will be trouble in the future."
Shen Zhenyi said leisurely.
Mister Five Swords rolled his eyes and sneered, "Are you imploring me to delay the battle?"
Shen Zhenyi said indifferently, "The longer it is delayed, the more disadvantageous it is for you. If it was this time next year, you would definitely be no match for me. You also know this, so you are desperate and want to fight tomorrow. Even if I ask you to delay the battle, will you agree? "
He seemed to be saying something natural, but Mister Five Swords was unable to refute and was at a loss for words.
After a long time, Mister Five Swords said bitterly, "Then why are you here today?"
"Nothing. I just want to drink with you and see the peace before the Moon Decapitation." Shen Zhenyi raised his glass and drank it calmly.
Mister Five Swords gritted his teeth and snorted. He also poured himself a glass of wine and drank it.
"Let's go."
Shen Zhenyi left as soon as he said he was leaving. He turned his wheelchair around, and Chu Huoluo pushed him away. At first, her legs felt weak, but later on, she walked faster and faster, almost jogging.
The gaze of Mister Five Swords behind her was like a sharp sword, making Cynanchum Chinense feel very uncomfortable.
Mister Five Swords kept staring at them until Shen Zhenyi's white clothes completely disappeared into the night and could no longer be seen. Then, he lowered his head and sighed.
He gently squeezed the wine glass in his hand, and it turned into powder and drifted in the air.
Cynanchum Chinense was silent all the way, and her heart was full of doubts.
Shen Zhenyi guessed her thoughts and took the initiative to explain, "In the martial arts realm, one seeks the Moon Decapitation to become an immortal. If one's strength can dominate the world and break through the bottleneck, one can hold up the sky with one hand and break the Moon's Eye by himself. "
"But apart from that, there is a simpler Moon Severing Technique. It is a decisive battle between two people who have also stepped into the Tenth Realm of Martial Arts. Their Qi will intertwine and trigger the eye of the moon. When the victor is decided, the killing intent will soar into the sky and break the moon. This is the most commonly used method when martial arts in various lower realms flourish."
It was very difficult to dominate the world with one's strength in a normal lower realm. After all, there was a lack of Qi, inheritance, and guidance. A monster like Shen Zhenyi was rare.
Even a monster like Mister Five Swords who practiced strange martial arts was rare. Under normal circumstances, martial arts were flourishing and masters came out in large numbers. Then, in a top battle, they were lucky enough to break the Moon's Eye and be promoted.
But most of the martial arts seeds in the Nine Serenities were killed by Mister Five Swords. The so-called masters that were left were nothing in Shen Zhenyi's eyes. If there was no Third Young Master Shen, the Nine Serenities would have to wait a few hundred years for Mister Five Swords to master the Blood Changing Mystic Method.
But because of the addition of the Third Young Master Shen, Mister Five Swords's wishful thinking was completely ruined.
When these two people fought, the world would be turned upside down.
Cynanchum Chinense suddenly understood.
But she was more worried about what would happen after the Moon Decapitation.
Cynanchum Chinense knew that tomorrow was also a key battle for Shen Zhenyi, so she didn't dare to ask more questions and disturb his thoughts. After seeing the real face of Mister Five Swords, she only felt deep horror. Even the unfathomable Third Young Master Shen couldn't be sure to win in the face of such evil and darkness.
She could only hide her doubts in her heart. Anyway, after tomorrow, all the answers would be in front of her.
Shen Zhenyi returned to the Dreamy Sword Villa.
He still didn't take out his sword. He just sat quietly in the wheelchair, looking at the water-like moonlight outside the window.
The frost fell on the grass and trees, dyeing the leaves silvery white, quiet and mysterious.
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