Chen Ji had acknowledged Xu Liao as his master more than ten years earlier, so how could he be willing to suffer such a loss?
With a loud shout, the longsword in his hand froze slightly and swung around seven times. Instantly, seven halos flew out from the tip of the sword, heading towards Xu Liao.
Seeing this, Xun Jing shouted, "Chen Ji, are you crazy? How can you be so heavy-handed when sparring with fellow disciples? "
Chen Ji ignored Xun Jing and pointed his longsword diagonally. Sword Qi soared into the sky, and his eyes were filled with coldness.
Xun Jing knew that he could not stop Chen Ji in time. He pulled out his sword but was at a loss as to how to intervene.
If he attacked Chen Ji, with Chen Ji's personality, he might ignore him completely. Xun Jing could not really attack him, and that would lose the meaning of attacking Wei to save Zhao. If Xun Jing tried to stop Chen Ji, he knew that he had no confidence. If Chen Ji attacked him, Xun Jing was naturally not afraid. However, if Chen Ji attacked Xu Liao, Xun Jing would not be able to do anything as he was separated by a spell platform.
Xu Liao, on the other hand, did not think too much about it. He was not afraid at all. Holding the Silver Fox Sword in his hand, he transformed it into a silver thread that hovered in the air. He executed the sword technique that he had recently mastered, and with one strike, he broke through Chen Ji's seven sword qi halos.
Chen Ji was rather conceited. He was someone who was about to break through the Twelve Sword Gates and had the potential to become a Tiangang Daoist. How could he not take down a mere newcomer?
He had never heard of Xu Liao and did not know Xu Liao's background and abilities. That was why he was so confident.
When the sword technique that he was most proud of was casually broken by Xu Liao, Chen Ji's expression changed drastically. He slashed his longsword across the air and the sword light was like a surging river, extending endlessly towards Xu Liao.
Seeing Xu Liao's move, Xun Jing was suddenly relieved. He thought to himself, 'I didn't expect this Junior Brother Xu Liao to be quite capable. Looks like I don't have to do anything. I'll just mediate between the two of them later. Now, let's watch them fight for a while and vent some of their anger. Then, we'll come and mediate! "
After exchanging two blows with Chen Ji, Xu Liao knew that this senior of his was a capable person. Chen Ji was almost at the peak of a Level 9 Spiritual Knight. His spiritual energy was surging and vast, and he was slightly stronger than Xu Liao. Even his swordsmanship was not far from Xu Liao's.
Although Xu Liao was still stuck at the eighth level of Demon Warrior, with the mystical properties of Dark Gold Demon Aura and Black Light Demon Aura, his Demon Aura was extremely condensed. His Demon Aura waves could be considered as the purest of Demon Aura, a level that could not be improved. His Demon Aura was much higher in quality than Chen Ji's Demon Aura. Therefore, he was not inferior to Chen Ji in a direct confrontation.
Although both of them were a little angry, after exchanging a few moves, they both calmed down and were no longer willing to advance rashly.
In this generation of Dongxuanxian School, there were a total of seven Tiangang Daoist Priests. Below them were Lu Lang, Xun Jing, Chen Ji and the rest. The few of them had already become Level 9 Spiritual Knights. Only their swordsmanship was not fully honed, so they could not break through the bottleneck. However, as long as there was an opportunity, anyone would have the chance to break through.
Chen Ji was also a rather conceited person. He did not expect that Xu Liao could actually be evenly matched with him. As one of the most outstanding disciples of the younger generation of Dongxuanxian School, he was not willing to go all out. This was because he knew that Xu Liao was only a new disciple. If he were to lose by even half a move, his reputation would not be good. Even if he were to win, if he did not win cleanly and cleanly, people would also talk about him.
Moreover, Xun Jing was watching from the side. If he were to be criticized in any way in his swordsmanship, it would be a little embarrassing.
Xu Liao was training with the brothers Sun Bofang and Sun Zhonghu. He did not have the concept of "sword duel" in his mind. He only felt that Chen Ji really wanted to kill him. Therefore, he became more and more cautious in his attacks, afraid that his opponent would find out about his flaws.
Both of them had their own concerns. The sword gleam became more and more solid. The two sword gleams turned into a river of light in front of them. Every time it turned, there would be the sound of wind and thunder. Just a slight collision would be earth-shattering!
Both of them were no longer competing with the exquisiteness of their swordsmanship. Instead, they were purely fighting with their swordsmanship realms. This kind of battle was the most stable. Whoever had a higher realm would be able to defeat the opponent. It was not like the close swordsmanship, where there was a possibility of the weak winning against the strong.
In the blink of an eye, another twenty to thirty moves had passed. Both of their foreheads were drenched in sweat. Xun Jing, who had been watching from the side for a long time, finally could not hold it in any longer. He let out a low grunt and pulled out his sword.
Xun Jing's longsword turned into a bolt of lightning and stabbed into the two sword gleams. He shouted, "It's enough for us to fight to this extent. Do you really want to fight to the death?"
At this point, Xu Liao already knew that even though he was a talented genius and his swordsmanship progressed extremely quickly, he was definitely no match for this Senior Brother Chen Ji. Chen Ji also felt that even if he could win, he would have to pay a huge price. Therefore, when Xun Jing interfered, both of them slowed down their sword gleams and retracted their demonic Qi and spiritual Qi.
Xun Jing slashed out with his sword and separated the two of them. He also retracted his sword gleams. He was really afraid that the two of them would get angry and drag him into it. Now that he saw that both of them had the intention to retreat, he relaxed slightly. He shouted, "I don't know how long we'll have to stay in this godforsaken place. The two of you are already at odds with each other. How are you going to live with each other like this? For my sake, let's forget about this matter. Chen Ji, you're the Senior Brother. So what if Xu Liao snatches a Black Demon Dragon? Can't you afford to lose it? "
Xu Liao did not wait for Xun Jing to speak. He bowed to the ground and said, "I was really too anxious. I wanted to refine the Little Heavenly Devil Banner as soon as possible, so I snatched this Black Demon Dragon. This matter is my fault. Senior Brother Chen Ji is a magnanimous person. Can you forgive me this once? "
Chen Ji snorted and put his sword back into his sleeve. He said coldly, "For Xun Jing's sake and seeing that you've just entered the sect, I'll let you off this time. Don't do it again."
Xun Jing looked on and felt rather carefree after resolving this conflict. He said, "We don't know how long we'll be staying in Yunlan Peak. Who's going to replace us next? Usually, everyone is too lazy to move. Since we're all so free and elegant today, why don't we gather together and have a drink? "
Xu Liao was the first to agree. He took out a six-bottle box of Feitian Maotai from his Heaven and Earth Combat Beast. He then took out a few cooked foods from the supermarket and placed them on the ritual table. He said, "I'll treat everyone! Everyone here has some cultivation base. We're not afraid of getting drunk, and it won't affect our business. I think it won't be a problem for us to have a few drinks. "
Xun Jing was the first to agree. Chen Ji snorted coldly and did not continue to put on airs. Zhuo Jue was even more so. His attitude was originally on Xu Liao's side. Among the five of them, four of them decided to gather together for a drink. The last person had no choice but to advance and retreat together with the rest.
In the blink of an eye, the five of them gathered on Xu Liao's ritual table. Xun Jing was rather straightforward. He then slapped the cap of a bottle of Maotai away without damaging the mouth of the bottle. He showed off his ability to control his strength and then filled everyone's cups.
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