Pa!

A withered branch was broken by the wind and rolled down the sand dune. A boot stepped on it and shattered it, making a cracking sound.

The Emei Moon Pendant was hanging in a curve, decorated with sparse stars. The sky looked particularly clean. The surrounding dry trees and sand were quiet and desolate, and the sky was about to brighten.

Beneath the sand dune, Chu Jun's brush was as pine

On the sand dune, someone sat cross-legged. A sword was placed horizontally on his knee. His cold face and eyebrows were lowered, as if he was an old monk in meditation.

Chu Jun couldn't find Zhao Yu after searching for half the night. It was almost dawn, and he was hesitating whether to hide first. He didn't expect to encounter this troublesome fellow, Luo Heng, who drew his sword faster than Fan Jian.

Pa! A withered branch was broken by the wind, but before it landed, it was shredded by the invisible sword qi, turning into powder and scattering in the wind. Luo Heng lowered his eyebrows and slowly raised his head. In an instant, it was as if the entire sand dune and the withered tree behind him were alive, turning into sharp swords. The tip of the sword pointed fiercely at Chu Jun below the sand dune, and even the passing wind was stained with traces of sharp sword intent.

Chu Jun's pupils contracted sharply. It was obvious that at the moment the withered branch fell, Luo Heng's understanding of sword intent took a big step forward and officially entered the second level of the sword heart.

Back then, Chu Jun was influenced by the Nine Firmaments Divine Lightning Sword of Old Glutton Chu and Ning Yun's death accumulated in his chest. He sat on the cliff for ten days before breaking the river with his sword and comprehending the Tyrannical Sword Intent. The sword intent of the swordsman became the sword intent. The comprehension of the sword intent was the sword heart. The higher the sword heart was, the more powerful the sword intent would be and the stronger the penetrating power would be. Chu Jun and Fan Jian's sword hearts had always been on the same level, but Luo Heng had advanced to the second level because of a withered branch that was blown away by the wind.

Zheng!

With a soul-stirring sword cry, the sword on Luo Heng's knee flew out of its sheath. In an instant, the world became quiet, and the stars and moons dimmed and retreated. Chu Jun only felt that the dune withered tree in front of him had suddenly turned into a cold light and rushed towards him. It was as if it was far away from the horizon, but it was right in front of his eyes.

As soon as he thought about it, it was close to the horizon, and as soon as he thought about it, it was close to the horizon.

At the second level of the Sword Heart, the sword intent formed a will. The most formidable thing was to seize one's will. At this moment, Chu Jun felt a brief sense of powerlessness. In his subconscious, he was unable to dodge the sword that stabbed straight into his throat no matter what.

Fortunately, Chu Jun's divine sense was far stronger than that of ordinary early Gold Core Realm cultivators. Luo Heng's sword intent had not yet reached the point where it could completely seize his soul. Although he felt powerless, he would not give up resisting. Chu Jun closed his eyes, and the Thunder Dragon Sword abruptly lifted up. It stabbed towards that cold light, and the Dipper Fiend's electric power mixed with Berserk Tyrant's sword intent.

Ding!

The two sword tips collided precisely. Luo Heng's sharp and solid sword intent instantly tore apart Chu Jun's domineering sword intent and pierced through the sword without stopping. The sleeves of Chu Jun's right hand that held the sword were all shredded. A long bloody scar extended from his wrist to his shoulder socket, and fresh blood gushed out. All of this happened between lightning and flint, and the two swords separated as soon as they touched each other.

In an instant, Shocking Beauty regained her calm. Luo Heng was still sitting cross-legged under the withered tree. Chu Jun was still standing upright under the sand dune. However, his right hand was completely open and blood slid down his wrist.

Chu Jun's expression was blank. This was the first time he had been defeated by an opponent of the same cultivation level since his debut, and he was convinced of his defeat. Of course, Luo Heng might not be Chu Jun's opponent if he fought with his life, but under this dignified sword strike, Chu Jun had indeed lost.

Luo Heng slowly stood up and said indifferently, "Again!"

Zheng, Luo Heng's sword was once again unsheathed, and his figure flashed as he pounced straight at Chu Jun. He quickly and peerlessly handed out his sword, causing the cold star to reappear.

Luo Heng was a pure sword cultivator, who paid attention to winning in one move, so from the first round of the competition, he decided the outcome with one sword strike. Just now, he had comprehended the might of the second level of the Sword Heart, but he was unable to subdue Chu Jun with a single sword strike. On the surface, it was cold, but in reality, he was arrogant. Moreover, he was afraid that this would become the inner demon of his Sword Heart in the future, so he had to completely defeat Chu Jun.

How could Chu Jun not be a proud person? However, his arrogance was hidden in his bones, and he did not show it outside. He had suffered a small loss with his sword strike just now. Although he was convinced, he was not willing to accept it. Seeing Luo Heng pouncing over, he could not help but shout coldly, "Good arrival!"

Dang! The flying swords intersected, and the two of them immediately fought together.

At this moment, the eastern sky had already revealed a pale belly. The first wisp of purple energy released by the morning sun instantly came from the east.

Chu Jun happened to be heading east, nimbly capturing this strand of purple energy. Suddenly, he felt as if he was struck by a sword strike from the bottom of his heart. It was as if Chu Jun had entered a mysterious world. Everything in front of him had spread out in a hundred times the time. That strand of purple gas was like a thin mist of light veil in the mountains in the morning. It slowly and gently floated over, and the blade of the Thunder Dragon Sword welcomed it.

The East Arrival Purple Qi snapped, and the scene in front of him instantly returned to normal, as if it was a flash of light. The Thunder Dragon Sword cut off the purple gas and continuously slashed towards Luo Heng, incredibly fast. Luo Hengzhi raised his sword. Bang! Even the man and sword were sent flying violently. They retreated more than ten feet before stopping. The clothes on their chests were torn to pieces by the tyrannical sword intent.

"Eee!" Luo Heng exclaimed in surprise.

Chu Jun still maintained his stance of swinging his sword and slashing straight at the void. His eyes were empty as if he had been struck by a body fixation technique. The profound feeling he had just experienced was replayed in his mind repeatedly. Unfortunately, it was as ethereal and difficult to grasp as a castle in the air.

Luo Heng stared at Chu Jun. He did not take the opportunity to destroy Chu Jun's contemplation. Instead, there was a trace of anticipation in his eyes. He was obviously on the same level as Fan Jian. However, Fan Jian Dao'er was clanking his hands while he did not dare to laugh.

Chu Jun closed his eyes silently for half an incense stick of time before he opened his eyes and said, "Come again!"

Zhengzheng!

The two longswords were drawn out at the same time, and the battle resumed in an instant.

Chi! The two of them suddenly separated, and Chu Jun's shoulder was cut open by the sharp sword intent.

"The purer the Sword Heart, the more powerful it will be. You have already comprehended the word 'Tyrant', but now you are going to comprehend 'Fast'. You are simply throwing away all your essence and trying not to lose!" Luo Heng said coldly.

Chu Jun said with an indifferent expression, "What you want is pureness, what I want is practicality. The three thousand Daos are one proof, and two or three can prove the Daos. In the end, they will only end up on the same path. Whether it is pureness or pragmatism, it is all for the sake of breaking the enemy!"

"If you persist in not comprehending your mistakes, you will not be able to walk far in the path of the sword dao!" Luo Heng expressionlessly said coldly.

"Use your pure defeat of my trash to amplify your words!"

Luo Heng frowned, and with a wave of his sword, he rushed forward, and the two of them fought together again.

Bang! After fighting for a cup of tea, the two of them separated again. Luo Heng's sleeve was shredded by the tyrannical sword intent, and his wrist was bloodied. However, the hem of Chu Jun's robe was also cut off.

"Looks like my mixed-up is not useless!" Chu Jun laughed.

Luo Heng's expression sank. Just as he was about to fight again, Chu Jun pointed at Chao Yang, who was at the horizon, and said, "It's dawn!"

"So what?"

"I still want to win first place, so I won't accompany you now!" Chu Jun shrugged his shoulders and turned around to leave.

Luo Heng's face was filled with anger for the first time. Chu Jun had taken advantage of this move just now and wanted to not fight. It was as if a gambler would not gamble after winning money. The losing side was naturally unhappy.

"It's not that easy to leave!" Luo Heng shouted coldly.

Chu Jun chuckled, "If you can catch up with me, then I'll continue to play a few moves with you!" As he spoke, he activated his Phantom Boots and left.

Luo Heng took a step forward and chased after him with his sword.

Luo Hengpa's flying speed was inferior to Chu Jun's. Furthermore, Chu Jun had the speed bonus of the Illusory Boots. Furthermore, after fighting for so long, Chu Jun had consumed a great deal of spiritual energy. Luo Heng could not afford to consume it. Thus, the distance between the two of them became larger and larger after flying for a while.

Chu Jun turned around and laughed heartily. "Don't chase after me. Your mother told you to go home and eat!"

As the saying goes, extreme joy brings sorrow. Suddenly, Qi clouds surged in front of him, and a powerful aura rapidly approached. A Nascent Soul appeared in the horizon with a murderous aura. In the blink of an eye, he was a mile away.

"F*ck!" Chu Jun hurriedly turned around and flew back. Luo Heng had already turned around and escaped. Fortunately, this one-track-minded fellow did not intercept him from behind.

Chu Jun quickly caught up to Luo Heng. The two people who had fought to the death just now had become difficult brothers and sisters who had escaped together. This was truly an unpredictable world.

"Damn it, you can't escape anywhere else!" Luo Heng felt the Nascent Soul approaching and cursed angrily.

"Do you think I want to? If I didn't run back, I would have been chased away!" Chu Jun said angrily, "Why don't you run to the left and right?"

"There's no way we can escape like this. We'll split up and flee. Everyone, let the heavens do as they please!"

"Alright, I'll leave you to your fate. It's very fair!"

The two of them suddenly separated and flew into the air!

The Nascent Soul Cultivator saw the two of them flee separately, but he did not hesitate to chase after Chu Jun. He laughed fiercely as he said, "Kid, I've finally caught you!"

Chu Jun almost fell down and shouted, "F*ck you, why did you chase me away?"

"Your grandpa, I just don't like you. You're the one I chased out." The Nascent Soul elder laughed loudly.

This Nascent Soul old man was precisely the one from last night. In fact, the old man had been tiptoeing behind Chu Jun for about five miles. When dawn arrived, he would immediately attack. It could not be said that he was not sinister.

"Fuck!" Chu Jun cursed inwardly and used his full strength to run for his life.

The plaza outside the small jade building was still crowded with people. More than twenty "Shadow Transformation" formations were broadcasting the scene in the sea of withered trees. In order to prevent malpractices, the six Nascent Soul Hunters had to carry breathing beads with them to transmit the real-time chase back. At this moment, the image of Chu Jun fleeing for his life was transmitted back through the breath transmission bead on the Nascent Soul old man's body.

"Ah, that guy is really fast!"

"It's quite fast, but isn't it useful? Aren't you being chased away like a dog!"

"Haha! There's a good show to watch!"

This was the first round of the hunt that had begun in the morning. The audience who had been bored all night couldn't help but get excited, as if they had been beaten up with chicken blood.

Du Wu looked at Chu Jun, who had fled with the screen of light. Although her expression was calm, she was still extremely nervous because three of the ten people she had sent out had already been eliminated.

Du Ru'nan looked at Du Wu and smiled, "Little sister, this guy's speed is quite fast. Do you think he can escape?"

Du Wu asked, "What does big brother think?"

Du Ru'nan did not answer. He turned to look at the other screen and smiled, "There's a good show there too!"

There were several people confronting each other on the screen, and Zhao Yu was among them.