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After leaving Tiansheng Tower, Xiao Chen looked for someone to inquire about the whereabouts of Zong Zhenghao, the third villain who had photographed the Broken Blade of the Mulberry Sword, and learned that he had not returned to Hunluo City for half a year since the last time he photographed the Broken Blade.
There are rumors that he offended the big shots in Hunluo City and did not dare to stay any longer. He took the broken blade of the sub-divine weapon to the more dangerous and chaotic Chaos Realm.
The people gathered in Hunluo City are just casual cultivators from the human race and the demon race, and they only have one state.
The Chaos Realm is different. It collects loose cultivators from the five major regions of the Kunlun Realm. It is a real chaotic place. The degree of chaos between the two is vastly different.
When Xiao Chen received this news, he could only sigh helplessly. It seemed that the plan to recover the fragments of the Mulberry Sword would be shelved indefinitely.
Having killed the low-ranking Martial Saint of the Changtian Sword Sect, he could not stay here for long. After knowing everything, Xiao Chen left the city directly and flew for three days and three nights in one breath.
We landed in front of a fairly secluded valley.
"This place has completely separated from Hunluo Prefecture, and there is no danger. The masters from the Changtian Sword Sect's chief helm should not be able to find any trace of me."
Xiao Chen fell into the valley and whispered to himself.
In the valley lined with rocks, Xiao Chen cleared a clearing and sat cross-legged directly, entering a state of cultivation.
With the surging Heavenly Saint Laws in the body, the true energy is rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the clouds in the Dantian slowly accumulate.
Using Thunder Dragon Steps for three consecutive days, Xiao Chen consumed too much of his true energy and would not be able to return to his peak state for a while.
Thunder Dragon Step is a movement technique that combines Thunder Step with Azure Dragon Soaring Cloud Technique. It was named by Xiao Chen himself. The name isn't very nice, but it's pretty descriptive and okay.
Three hours later, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with light, and his true energy was completely restored.
"Naojiao, come practice sword practice with me. You should also benefit a lot from practicing in the Misty Lake."
A white light emitted from the fairy ring in her hand. Naojiao, a small and cute girl with a loli face but an extremely hot figure, floated out.
Two light sabers appeared in Ao Jiao's hands. She looked at Xiao Chen with bright eyes and said with a smile: "It's really rare that you asked me to accompany you to practice swordsmanship. It seems that your one-year appointment with Bai Wuxue is not what you imagined. So calm."
A look of thought appeared on Xiao Chen's eyebrows, and he said: "The bitter cold land in the far north of Kunlun Realm is barren, deserted, and full of dangers. Throughout the ages, many talented warriors have fallen there. If Bai Wuxue can come out of there, I will How dare you underestimate him."
Aojiao restrained her smile and said: "That's right, the Thunder Emperor was there back then, and it was a world of ice and snow. In the deepest part, there are even a few remnants of the Snow Clan, the hundreds of ancient tribes, and their inheritance continues. Even the Thunder Emperor dare not look down upon him."
Xiao Chen looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he also has the strength to kill low-grade martial saints, and he is also a casual cultivator in the top ten on the evil cultivator list. He is not an ordinary low-grade martial artist. Holy.¡±
Ao Jiao's pretty eyebrows moved slightly and said: "Hehe, don't belittle yourself. Now the entire Tianwu Territory does not think highly of you and is waiting to see your jokes, but I have always believed that you will never lose."
"Now that the great era has officially arrived, the Tianwu Territory is changing, and all the great geniuses from the three thousand worlds have appeared on the stage. You must have a place on the stage of peerless geniuses."
Xiao Chen nodded and smiled, and said: "Practice your sword and help me test whether some of my recent ideas about the Thunder Tribulation Sword Technique are correct."
"Extremely happy."
With the one-year appointment, less than three months are left. Including the time spent going to the Yinji Sect's head office, the time left for Xiao Chen to comprehend the new Thunder Tribulation Sword Technique is actually less than two months.
For ordinary people, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to reinvent a sword technique within two months.
From a certain perspective, it actually takes longer to modify knife skills than to create your own.
"Creating your own sword technique is about the word "enlightenment". Once you have an epiphany, you can create a sword technique in an instant, and then you can slowly polish it.
Back then, the founder of the Tiandao Pavilion observed the spirit beasts going through tribulations, and if he had some enlightenment, he created the Thunder Tribulation Sword Technique in one night.
The sword technique can be modified, but more importantly, the rigor must be considered. After all, a complete sword technique involves many things. A slight change will cause changes, and one bad move will make you crippled.
Therefore, rigor is crucial. This is extremely important to the warrior's own accumulation and understanding of sword skills.The days in the valley passed day by day, while Xiao Chen was nervously modifying the Thunder Tribulation Sword Technique.
The time for the battle is slowly approaching, and many geniuses who have retreated in Tianwu Domain have come out one by one.
Thunder Palace, a palace floating in the thunderclouds, An Junxi, dressed in a green shirt, slowly walked out of the clouds and stared at the Jiyin Sect in the north, with a little expectation in his eyes.
In the dark clouds, streaks of lightning floated behind him, forming a very photographable phenomenon. It seemed that his whole body was immersed in a sea of ??thunder and lightning.
"Elder brother!"
Several true disciples who were passing by nearby saw this scene and quickly flew forward and said respectfully. Today, An Junxi is tied with the Holy Son Feng Wuji, and his prestige within the sect has surpassed that of many inner sect elders.
The respectful expressions of these true disciples at this moment are not false at all, they all come from the bottom of their hearts.
"No need to be polite, how long will it take for the battle between Bai Wuxue and the disciple of Haotian Sect?" An Junxi asked calmly, his eyebrows like swords.
Other disciples are a little confused. Why does the senior brother care about this matter? Is it possible that a person who is destined to become a joke deserves the senior brother to get out of seclusion in advance.
"Back to Senior Brother, one month from now, the time will be up. Bai Wuxue has already returned to Yinji Sect. But there has been no news about that white-robed swordsman. He must be timid."
Although he was muttering in his heart, he still answered Ahn Junxi's questions accurately.
"A month? It's time for me to set off. How can a person who can understand the artistic conception of immortal thunder be timid?"
An Junxi showed a smile on his lips, transformed into a bolt of lightning, and disappeared directly in front of several true disciples.
These true disciples were stunned for a long time, and it took them a long time to react.
In the martial arts arena of the Ximen Family, Ximen Bao and Zheng competed with an elder in his family. Each move was sharp and exquisite, and there was an extremely ferocious aura that made people feel like they were retreating.
The old man dealt with it again and again, nodding secretly. After the discussion, the old man nodded and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, your progress has been gratifying this year, and the training of our ancestors has not been in vain."
Ximen Bao casually wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but shudder as he recalled the days when he was trained by his grandfather.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "Because of the humiliation that person once gave me, I have never slacked off at all this year. I just hope that he will not be too disappointed."
In Haotian Sect¡¯s palace belonging to Shui Lingling, Jun Si walked in slowly.
Jun Si whispered: "Senior Sister, it's time for us to set off. The teleportation array cannot reach the Yinji Sect directly. It will take a month to walk on the road."
Shui Lingling raised her head tiredly and said, "Is there no news about Xiao Chen yet?"
Jun Si shook his head and said: "There is no news about Junior Brother Dao Xiao in the hundreds of states in the Tianwu Territory. I guess he must have left the Tianwu Territory and must use the intelligence network of the Martial God Palace to find out."
Shui Lingling said helplessly: "Not everyone can use the intelligence network of Wushen Palace, and even the three saints do not have this power."
"Junior brother Xiao, could something have happened?" Jun Si said worriedly, "Or maybe, as the rumors say, you are too timid to go."
Shui Lingling's eyes flashed with a trace of unnoticed worry, and she smiled: "No, he promised me that he will come back. As for the rumors, ignore them, let's go." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel. com