Peerless Conceited Cultivator

2Yun Zhongzi smiled as he looked at Jiang Xiangtian, as if he was an old friend.    4

    

Sou sou sou!    

    

The piercing sound pierced the air as countless figures with matchless powerful auras suddenly appeared on the forest surrounding the Sword Tomb pond. The Kongtong Sect Master, Daoist Illusory Sky Sect Master, Sect Leader Cang, Phecda Sect Leader and Dao Leader Feihong all appeared one after another.    

    

's grandfather, Zhang Luoying, had also appeared with her tribesmen. There were more than a hundred of them, and their Earth Rank cultivation had only just started.    

    

"Senior Brother, I'm fine." But, you're so aggressive, are you here to kill me? " Jiang Xiangtian chuckled, in an instant, he looked like he had aged ten years, his waist even becoming slightly crooked.    

    

He used to be like a peerless treasured sword that could sever all injustices in the world. But now, that treasured sword was no longer rotten, and no longer had a sharp killing intent?    

    

"Junior brother, you are too ungrateful." For the sake of Secular World, for the sake of slaughtering those ants, my fellow martial artists, it has truly hurt! " Yun Zhongzi did not directly answer, but said while smiling.    

    

"They are not ants, but of the same species. They are of the same blood, flesh, and blood as us. They can laugh and cry, and are of the same species with feelings and thoughts!" Jiang Xiangtian said seriously: "Neither you nor I, have the qualifications to take their lives!"    

    

"To step into the Martial Dao and pursue the peak of excellence, what is that for?" Isn't it just for freedom, to casually crush these ants? "    

    

Yun Zhongzi floated like a fairy, transcending the mortal world. A pair of snow-white feet stepped on the pure white snow, but not a single trace was left behind.    

    

"Different Daos are incompatible!" Then let's fight! " Jiang Xiangtian said.    

    

"I heard that you went into closed door cultivation for twenty years to raise a real sword! This was the greatsword? has the charm of a branch Giant Sword Sect of Karakorum! "    

    

Yun Zhongzi looked at the gigantic sword floating in the middle of the Sword Tomb Pool with interest as he smiled.    

    

"You started carefully cultivating your Junior Group thirty years ago, painstakingly and painstakingly, and the result was these little kids whose Earth Rank could not even withstand one of my fingers?"    

    

His smile grew sarcastic.    

    

"You wholeheartedly wanted to eradicate the so-called Evil Ancestor's clan. Up till now, you have only wiped out the Beijing Dragon Hall, but you have set up a small branch in Lingnan. Yet today, I came to kill you. No one in the entire Chinese Martial Dao Realm spoke up for you. Lee Tongxuan, Zhao Tiangang, will not stand up for you either! Do you think it's worth it? "    

    

Yun Zhongzi seemed to be full of disappointment and regret as he shook his head, "People of the mortal world, do they know of your existence? Is the military official of Secular World helping you out? No! Actually, they loathe martial artists. They wish for nothing more than for us to die! Whether you fought for them, bled for them, or killed them, they all hate you! You are wrong, we are not the same kind! It was two completely different civilizations! And between civilization and civilization, it's like two fierce beasts within the forest, one mountain cannot have two tigers, and cannot coexist! "    

    

"In the Ancient Martial Arts Sect, you are even more of a lone wolf. Everyone calls you cruel and immoral because of this, so today, you are the world's enemy and everyone has forsaken you! I'll give you one word — Serves you right! "    

    

"I only adhere to what I believe to be the right path. I don't care whether others know it or not, I accept it!" The best is without self, the best is without merit, and the best is without name of a saint! " Jiang Xiangtian sighed softly.    

    

"This is bullshit!"    

    

The patriarch of the Zhang Family laughed with a face full of mockery: "Jiang Xiangtian, you think you're a saint? Actually, you are just a lone wolf. What are you controlling the Junior Group of the Martial God of China for? Isn't it all just to collect all the treasures of heaven and earth, to get to the top and satisfy one's selfish desire? "    

    

"Originally, everyone ate big mouthfuls of meat, drank big gulps of wine, wantonly insulted Secular World, stepped on and trampled on, it's really unpleasant. For hundreds of thousands of years, we martial artists have been like this, but you insist on breaking this rule!"    

    

Jiang Xiangtian did not even spare him a glance: "Back then when I exterminated your Beijing Tiger Hall, you were no match for me. Now, you are still not my match! I am too lazy to refute your words! "    

    

"You!" Zhang Family was at a loss for words.    

    

Yun Zhongzi laughed: "Junior Brother, no matter what, you won't be able to live today. You have already left your family without any help, how about, you commit suicide to apologize?"    

    

"Yun Zhongzi, you fart! Aren't we helpers? As long as you don't kill us all, there will be a day when we will have to use our Mount Shu to kill all of you! " Liu Ziwei couldn't stand it anymore and shouted loudly.    

    

"Is this how a little kid talks to his elders? You must remember, the sect is not to be disgraced! " Without even looking at him, Yun Zhongzi flicked his finger and a sword beam shot out.    

    

The next moment, a bloody hole appeared on Liu Ziwei's white and tender neck. She clutched her throat and fell to the ground, her legs twitched a few times before she died.    

    

A little bit of scarlet and glaring blood stained Yun Zhongzi's white robe. It was as if plum blossoms had bloomed in the snow, creating an exceptionally beautiful scene.    

    

"Kill him!" Many of the Junior Group warriors bellowed, their eyes about to crack.    

    

Yun Zhongzi was too shameless, disregarding his status to make a move on a junior, he was extremely arrogant, he completely treated his life as grass, and was not worthy of being called a human.    

    

"Wait!" Listen to my command! Everyone leave the Sword Tomb Pond! " Jiang Xiangtian bellowed, her hair flying, like a fierce dragon releasing its might, pressuring the world.    

    

"Mr Jiang …" Chen Chaoge and many other Junior Group members were not willing to leave.    

    

"This is an order!" Jiang Xiangtian shouted once again.    

    

The Junior Group Warriors were silent for a moment. Then, gritting their teeth, they retreated step by step, then retreated until they were a few hundred meters away on the mountainside. They could only watch the Sword Tomb Pool from afar.    

    

The wind was getting stronger.    

    

The maple leaf floated in the air like a drop of blood.    

    

Late autumn was like winter.    

    

Snow began to fall one by one. It was as big as a goose feather.    

    

Killing intent slowly filled the air.    

    

Between the heaven and earth, there was a deathly chill.    

    

"Today's battle is a dispute between us over martial dao. It has nothing to do with them. Senior Brother, if I die, can I let them live? " Jiang Xiangtian asked seriously.    

    

"Sure!"    

    

Yun Zhongzi looked at Jiang Xiangtian with interest, and then said slowly, "But if you lose the battle, your Junior Group will disband on the spot.    

    

If this world, and even this universe, is really a cruel and bloody dark forest, then we martial artists will also burn our own lives, and let out weak sparks!    

    

No matter how weak, how short, or how small the spark is, as long as we continue to move forward and fearlessly die, there will be a day when the spark will light the hay, the hay will burn the shrubs, and the shrubs will spread the trees!    

    

In the end, the faint spark would set off a prairie fire in this dark forest, illuminating the entire world!    

    

If the Fire Elemental doesn't die, then the martial path of justice will never be extinguished!    

    

The Fire Seed. Even though Wandering had the Fire Seed, he had more Fire Seed. On the contrary, he would have more Fire Seed.    

    

Many thoughts instantly passed through Jiang Xiangtian's mind, and then, he nodded deeply: "Yes! Senior Brother, you can now draw your sword! "    

    

Jiang Xiangtian waved his hands, his sleeves fluttering, the corners of his clothes fluttering around like a black flag, being blown straight up like a flag by the surging energy.    

    

The real sword in the pool trembled and flew out, landing in his hand.    

    

The sword was five feet three, five inches wide, and forty pounds heavy. The blade was white, and it had been tempered countless times, leaving behind overlapping marks like fish scales. The hilt was jet-black.    

    

White Fish Sword!    

    

The greatsword!    

    

A real sword!    

    

With the sword in hand, Jiang Xiangtian seemed to have restored his Profound Spirit Qi, he was extremely strong, immortal, and his waist was perfectly straight.    

    

"I understand!"    

    

Yun Zhongzi smiled as he nodded his head, full of admiration: "You nurtured the sword with your heart, and more than half of your essence, energy, and divine have been poured into this sword over the past few years! So, sword-less, you are a cripple. Your body's energy, true qi, and spiritual will have all entered the sword! Therefore, only when you wield a sword will you have the ability to fight! "    

    

"That's right, Mount Shu Nurturing Sword Technique! Master taught me and I taught you! " Jiang Xiangtian smiled, and did not shy away from the fact that he had obtained the inheritance from the Mount Shu.    

    

"You're mistaken! The true Nurturing sword technique of Mount Shu, is to raise the sword by the body! " The corner of Yun Zhongzi's mouth was full of ridicule, and he slowly spat out a few words.    

    

He opened his mouth and spat out his life Blood Essence. A small sword covered with blood appeared, the treasured sword grew larger with the wind, and finally became a treasured sword dripping with blood.    

    

A sword, an iron sword. It looked extremely ordinary, but it was suffused with a demonic red color, as though it was about to drip blood.    

    

Destined Blood Sword!    

    

"Man and sword as one, sword as man, sword as death, death as man!" Yun Zhongzi let out a light sigh, as a look of deep emotion surfaced on his face.    

    

"One with the sword, use your body to support the sword, Yun Zhongzi has completely stepped into the Genuine Martial Arts Stage! This sword was the most powerful! Although Jiang Xiangtian's Mind Nurturing Sword is profound, it is still inferior to it! "    

    

Seeing this, Daoist Illusory Sky's sharp eyes suddenly focused, and his face revealed a shocked expression as he let out a long sigh.    

    

"Man and sword as one. If the sword dies, then the person dies! Yun Zhongzi's sword will be indomitable in advance, and will also reveal the legacy of a thousand years of Mount Shu Sect. Jiang Xiangtian, will not be a match for her! " Hero Hua looked at Yun Zhongzi with a face full of worship, as he had 100% confidence in Yun Zhongzi.    

    

"Jiang Xiangtian has gone into closed door cultivation for twenty years just to raise a true sword. Although he was ungrateful and didn't know how to conduct himself, he was still the best in the way of the sword … This battle, is hard to say! "    

    

Elder Dian Cang, the oldest and most senior person present, Daoist Master Feihong, did not make any assertions and instead looked at the arena with a nervous expression.    

    

"So what? Senior Yun Zhongzi had personally come, not to compete in martial arts, but to kill. Slow talking about how Senior Yun Zhongzi killed him like cutting grass, even if we can't beat him, if we go all out, would he still be his match? " Zhang Luoying was extremely shameless, but he had hit a part of the truth.    

    

"Junior brother, this sword … to end grudges!" Yun Zhongzi stepped forward with the treasure sword in his hand, and looked at Jiang Xiangtian through the water, the distance separating them was only a few dozens of metres.    

    

At this moment, the distance between the two was perfect. The two were neither too close nor too far apart, just enough to slash down a sword strike.    

    

Before his voice fell, Yun Zhongzi slashed out.