Chapter 289 Zhang Sanfeng VS Drunken Swordsman (Revised)

Lu Xiaofeng's world.

Due to the time flow rate of different worlds, when Zhao Chen returned to the dimensional store, it was already close to the evening of the second day in this world.

The setting sun shines on the mountains, and the rays of light tilt over the mountains.

But in a moment, the only remaining sunset scenery disappeared under the onlookers of several families, leaving only a full moon hanging in the sky.

Time is still passing by little by little, and the cold moonlight also falls with the stars.

After all, it is an ancient world without much pollution. This night view is really beautiful, but for the two people in the Hall of Supreme Harmony and the many masters watching around, this night view is not very attractive.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony, that is, the top of the Golden Palace where all officials go to court every day, the two who have advanced to this finals have already stood on it.

Zhang Sanfeng Zhang Zhenren is dressed in a simple Taoist robe, and the meaning of immortality and Taoism naturally exudes, which makes him look like a fairy, transcendent.

On the other side, the Drunken Swordsman was more carefree and unrestrained. Perhaps because his cultivation was fully restored and there was no more suppression, Mo Yixi indulged his internal strength a lot.

Or, in other words, he returned to the state of indulging in the world before.

After the semi-finals, he led his little apprentice Li Xiaoyao to drink with Hongmao and other seven heroes.

When they were halfway through the drinking, Lu Xiaofeng, Sikong Zhaixing, Feng Qingyang, who also had the potential of being a drunkard, and Li Zexian, a real drunkard, also came over.

Everyone drank together very freely, and everyone was drunk except Li Zexian, who was drunk without drinking.

If there was no automatic reminder when the game time was approaching, I am afraid that the Drunken Swordsman might have missed the final.

Even though he had used his true qi to force out most of the alcohol, and after a night and a day, he was still drunk at this moment. If he hadn't been so advanced in cultivation, he would have fallen on the smooth roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"We've all gotten to know each other so well these days, so why don't we just fight casually?" Taking advantage of his drunkenness, Mo Yixi's words were more teasing.

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng bowed his head and said with a smile: "It's okay to be familiar with each other, but we still have to do our best to do what we should do. I really want to see the sword-controlling skills and the power of the Dionysus Curse of Fellow Daoist Mo."

Mo Yixi just said it casually, and he didn't think so in his heart, and Zhang Sanfeng's words were in line with his wishes.

Facing Zhang Zhenren, who was able to take on Li Zexian's three extremely powerful swordsmanship, he also ignited his fighting spirit at this moment, and the long sword behind him seemed to understand his thoughts.

Just hearing the sound of swords in the sky, the sword behind Mo Yixi flew out directly. Under the urging of hand gestures and true qi, it instantly turned into a stream of light and attacked Zhang Sanfeng.

"Since Master Zhang is interested, I would be disrespectful to refuse. Today I will definitely compete with all my life's learning. Please teach me, Master Zhang!"

Mo Yixi's drunken voice and the sound of the long sword in the air came together, causing Zhang Sanfeng's face to change slightly.

This method of controlling the sword was still a little beyond his expectations, especially at this speed. If it was a magic weapon, coupled with a quick attack, attacking the enemy by surprise, I am afraid that no matter how high the cultivation level is, it will suffer a loss.

Of course, this is just his current idea. When he really embarks on the path of cultivating immortals in the future, he will naturally laugh at himself for thinking too much when he thinks back on today's events.

But now, Mo Yixi's sword-controlling technique does make it difficult for him to deal with it.

Unlike the previous attack that retreated after one strike, this time the flying sword kept flying in the air under the changing hand gestures and sword tactics in Mo Yixi's hands, and the waves of light passing by stirred up extremely sharp sword energy. In just this moment, Zhang Sanfeng was surrounded by the sword energy.

Not only the sword energy, but also Mo Yixi's flying sword was waiting for an opportunity to launch a fatal attack on Zhang Sanfeng!

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Zhang Sanfeng took a step forward, and the Tai Chi diagram instantly unfolded under his feet. His arms were raised from his waist, as soft as brushing across the water, but it was with such a soft movement.

The sword energy mixed with the strong wind gradually turned into an air mass in his hand. Both the sword energy and the strong wind settled in this head-sized air mass.

Then, Zhang Sanfeng turned his right hand, and the clockwise rotation reversed. The air in his hands suddenly stagnated, and then burst out, targeting Mo Yixi and the flying sword that appeared because of the dissipation of the sword energy!

Boom!

The broken air made a huge sound wave, and facing this counterattack, Mo Yixi turned his right hand sword finger back, called the flying sword back to his hand, and then the true energy burst through the meridians of his body, and fought against it with sharp sword energy.

Boom!

With a loud bang, Mo Yixi took a step back and unloaded the impact, while Zhang Sanfeng slowly put down his arms and smiled: "Compared to swordsmanship, I still have a deeper understanding of boxing."

"In this case, please teach me a thing or two about this move of Wanjian Jue!" Jiujianxian didn't care, took out the wine gourd and drank a mouthful. For him, the more drunk he was, the more power he could exert.

The next moment, the sword energy became rain, falling from the sky, covering the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng smiled without changing his face. He stretched out his hand and started the Tai Chi under his feet to move together. It was like a seal, forming a world of its own. The trick of the three swords of the immortal gate that blocked Li Zexian appeared again.

Although the Drunken Sword Immortal had recovered all his cultivation at this time and was fighting with all his strength, Zhang Sanfeng was almost the same. Under such circumstances, his move of the Ten Thousand Swords Art was naturally in vain.

"Sword control, Ten Thousand Swords, the next one must be Daoist's Dionysus."

After taking the Ten Thousand Swords, Zhang Sanfeng waved his right sleeve, and the aura around him dispersed, and the Tai Chi movement stopped.

Although he was fine, the building under his feet was in a big disaster. It was not too ugly, it was changed from the original roof to the current skylight, and there were dozens of them.

Through these "skylights", the various scenes inside can be seen clearly, and the ground and pillars below have also been badly damaged, with potholes and pits, which are unbearable to look at.

"Yes, the next one is naturally my Dionysus. But it is different from before. Now that my cultivation has been fully restored, the Dionysus will naturally have real power, because this is a trick I created when I was at this level. Master Zhang, have you thought about it?"

Shaking the wine gourd in his hand, Mo Yixi turned the sword and inserted it into the roof behind him, and then leaned on it.

Zhang Sanfeng heard this without changing his expression, and said cheerfully: "Your cultivation has recovered as before, so has this poor Taoist. Please!"

"Okay!"

Mo Yixi shouted, stretched out his hand, bent down, looked up at the sky and drank a long drink. The last bit of special wine in the wine gourd turned into a line of wine in the air and sank into his throat, looking very proud.

The wine went into his throat, and before it fell into his stomach, it turned into wine vapor and spread into his meridians. Mixed with the aroma of wine, the true energy in Mo Yixi's body was like boiling magma, burning his meridians with pain.

Previously, because his cultivation was limited, his meridians could fully withstand the stimulation when he cast the wine god spell, but now it was a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he was also seven points drunk at this time, and was not too sensitive to pain, so it was not too difficult.

The pain spread throughout his body in an instant, and then disappeared, replaced by the sharp sword energy that went up to the sky!

"Take it, huh!"

With a long roar, Mo Yixi raised his right hand, pointed it into a sword, concentrated all his strength into one point, and chopped it down fiercely!

The sword that combined all the true energy, thoughts, and spirit of the Drunken Sword Immortal fell down with a bang.