The cultivation level of the current world is roughly divided into the lower seventh level and the upper three level. Even if the hidden sects are somewhat different, they are still very different.

Most of the fourth level, including the middle and late fourth level, are unknown people, and most martial artists in the martial arts world are stuck on this threshold. Going up further, they are third-rate master realm, second-rate unparalleled realm, and first-rate peerless realm. Those with extraordinary talents in the lower level may reach the peak in a few years.

The upper third level is divided into the holy realm, the creation realm, and the Qiankun realm. Entering the upper third level depends entirely on luck. Even if the talent is absolutely unique in the world, it is possible that you will never be able to find the upper third level in your life. Coincidentally, there were two people with extreme luck in the field. Ning Buer, the female disciple of the sect, took one of them, and the other was Guo Xiaojiu.

Of course, these two people are at the lowest level of the third-rate saint. Despite this, the ingenious skills between the attacks are enough to make countless martial arts heroes in the world beyond the reach of them.

By the way, Ning Buer threw a ray of light at Guo Xiaojiu with his hand and looked at it carefully. It turned out to be a small sword transformed by energy. It was even more sharp and chilling than the previous flying sword.

"Good means!" Guo Xiaojiu couldn't help but praise him. If an ordinary warrior had no surprising ability to compete with him, he might have been exhausted by the flying sword.

Fortunately, Guo Xiaojiu broke Ning Buer's flying sword. He relied on his speed. But Ning Buer stepped on the sword and stood up. How did he think he broke it?

"It's true that he is worthy of being the first genius in the past three hundred years!" Zhou Ziheng's eyes trembled slightly. Looking at the situation in the field, he reached out and secretly covered the sweat beads on his forehead. Fortunately, Ning Buer's current target is not him.

I saw that Guo Xiaojiu had not paused. When Ning Buer took action, he was already holding the knife in his hand in his hands, crossing his chest, and wailing in one breath, his whole body collided with the small sword like a mountain.

The moment the small sword touched the blade, it turned into an invisible sword energy and disappeared without a trace.

Guo Xiaojiu raised his head and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Ning Buer? I have heard of a good name!"

The little sword that seemed to have been easily transformed away, Guo Xiaojiu actually squandered a lot of strength, and it can be seen from his feet that had already fallen into the ground for more than a short time.

The little sword came too fast, and Guo Xiaojiu had never taken any more precautions, so he could only choose to resist.

Ning Buer, who was stagnant in the air, showed some displeasure on his face. He had already reached out and condensed his sword again. He roughly held you and broke my sword with his sword. At worst, I could have another sword and always put you down.

"You respect me for a sword, I can't stand stupidly and wait for you to come to the second sword!" Guo Xiaojiu said hurriedly when he saw Ning Buer's actions.

After saying that, he stepped on his feet and rushed his body, not retreating, but moving forward.

The raised foot never landed on the ground, and it actually stepped on the air, with a little gray layer on the soles of the feet falling on the ground lightly. Guo Xiaojiu, who had no sword control skills, naturally couldn't fly up, so he took advantage of the stagnation of his feet and stepped out again, and his body twisted with the momentum.

The small sword in Ning Buer's hand slashed through the air and made a harsh buzzing sound. This sword was obviously stronger than before.

Guo Xiaojiu, who was already trampling on the air, stepped seven or eight steps in a row, bursting into the air step by step, with the little sword's

The roars echoed each other.

The next moment, the small sword approached in front of him. Guo Xiaojiu was flipping and moving, and the knife in his hand had already formed a circle. He slashed down with one knife, just as he slashed on the small sword.

The little sword that was still buzzing before was dissipated in such silence.

Next, it was Ning Buer's turn to be surprised. She was a little disbelief, but the hateful young man wearing a sword in front of her was indeed doing something incredible.

"How come you can do the four-step sword technique of my Taoist sect?" Ning Buer scolded him from the air, venting his dissatisfaction.

"I will call you Fairy Ning for the time being. You said that I am using your Taoist four-step sword technique, that would be a big mistake. Please read it carefully. This is called the Confucian sword!" Guo Xiaojiu said in a slight moment.

His steps were still missing the air, but his body never climbed up again. He had basically no sword control skills. A martial artist could confront the Taoist immortals who were carrying sword control in this way, which could be called unparalleled in the world.

"Confucianism is free?" Ning Buer just thought of this name and gave up this strange idea in his heart. How could the rumored Confucianism number one today be such a young rural villager? Even if he is not a villager, he is still a young man jumping around the countryside.

Finally, Guo Xiaojiu's body began to fall sharply, and his feet continued to leverage the force to remove some of the falling force.

"Even if that's the case, what's the matter? Can you still stop me from killing someone?" Ning Buer seemed to have figured out the key to the matter. Now Guo Xiaojiu is not close to him, who can stop her next killing move?

As he said that, Ning Buer's hand had already danced quickly, and with one move, there were three small swords.

Three small swords broke through the air and pointed directly at Zhou Ziheng who was watching the fun in the tea stall.

It is rumored that the great masters of the Taoist sect can practice to the extreme and can use their hearts to control the ten thousand swords. If you don’t think about the scene of the three swords in this game, just the ones will be enough for everyone present to have a numb scalp.

As the target of being sniped, Zhou Ziheng is naturally very enlightened. He wants to be a child of aristocratic families for a few more years, not to mention that the only son of Luoyang King is him. If he dies, who will become the future King of Luoyang?

When Ning Buer said that, he felt that something was wrong, so he raised his sword and quickly retreated. The two personal divine guards with good cultivation leaned tightly together and blocked Zhou Ziheng behind him.

What they didn't expect was that the flying sword flew straight over their heads and then fell straight down.

"It turns out that the most toxic woman's heart is. Even if it's a little girl, her heart is so vicious!" Zhou Ziheng cursed and looked at the three small swords coming from the sky, knowing that he could not stop it, and even more so.

But at this time, sword energy came. After the sword energy, there was a straight long sword. The sword was very unique and described in one word, it was "beauty". It should be compared with the peerless swords held in Guanjian Tower.

A voice with a strong aura sounded behind the long sword: "Liu Binke, the rescue of the Luoyang Prince's Mansion is late, I hope the young master will not blame him!"

It turns out that he is Liu Binke, the first master of swordsmanship in Luoyang Palace!

Liu Binke's sword energy was like his voice, very strong, so he could barely block the prince Zhou Ziheng.

Three small swords were indeed because this small sword was indeed a bit hot, which made Liu Binke a little difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, Liu Binke is good at using his sword energy to hurt people. The sword energy is like a flying sword. It is something that ordinary people think is illusory. Otherwise, everyone in the world is Liu Binke and everyone is Ning Buer, so why not be confused?

Liu Binke appeared and stood in front of Zhou Ziheng. He held the sword with one hand and pointed at the ground diagonally, looking at Ning Buer in the air: "Fairy Ning, you want to hurt my little master with three talisman swords today. If you come and don't impolite me, then I will also give you a sword back!"

Therefore, Liu Binke drew his sword and his long sword came slanted. The sword body seemed to be shaken. A sword edge broke away from the long sword. It seemed invisible, but in fact it was tangible. The sword energy pointed to Ning Buer.

Ning Buer never said anything again. Her brows were already frowning. Anyone could tell that she was in a bad mood at this time.

Facing the oncoming sword energy, she did not frighten, but raised her hand and held a small sword. This time she did not throw it out, but held it tightly in her hand.

As Liu Binke said, she is the Taoist talisman sword, one sword is one talisman, and every time one talisman is broken, one talisman is missing.

The sword energy was broken, and the talisman sword was broken.

Ning Buer was injured. She gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looked at the field coldly, reached out and pinched the few talisman swords left in her hand, and was a little uncertain whether she could kill the playboy prince.

"Hey!" A sound that made Ning Buer feel numb on his scalp sounded behind her. She hurriedly turned sideways, moved her sword more than ten steps away, and looked at the source of the sound in surprise.

But Guo Xiaojiu used the previous Confucian sword again, and with the help of her hands and feet, he actually climbed behind her.

"Hehe!" Guo Xiaojiu had a smile on his face, and at the same time the force under his feet had been removed again, and there was a tendency to fall: "Fairy Ning, it seems that you have suffered a serious injury. I can't bear to hurt you, just see if you can stand with you next time and look down at the mountains, rivers and rivers under your feet."

With Guo Xiaojiu's landing, everyone in the field regretted that Guo Xiaojiu failed to seize the opportunity and seriously injured this Taoist master.

But he never expected that Guo Xiaojiu's sword was crossed on his chest again. This time he faced the direction of Zhou Ziheng and Liu Binke: "Let her go, otherwise I would join forces with her and fight to seriously injure and kill your little master!"

"You are such a big tone!" Liu Binke raised his sword and pointed it. The next moment his sword energy could split this shameless guy in half.

"Uncle Liu, let her go. Ning Buer is so beautiful. He will be taken home to be his wife by Xiaojiu in the future. Then Xiaojiu will be angry today. Otherwise, I will hurt her, I will not be able to explain to Hongluan!" Zhou Ziheng smiled and said.

As Zhou Ziheng said, Ning Buer turned around and left with his sword.

"Bah, you still want to take advantage of my junior sister and my advantage!" Guo Xiaojiu glared at Zhou Ziheng, but noticed that Ning Buer had turned around and left: "When I arrive in Luoyang, I will settle the score with you!"

As he said that, he chased Ning Buer in the direction of leaving, and couldn't help but shout: "Fairy Ning, Fairy Ning, wait for me!"
Chapter completed!