C1 reborn person

On the Cloud Continent, the pattern of cultivators had always been 'the strong and the weak'.

Cultivating the path of Qi Manipulation, using the spirit energy of heaven and earth to incite the heavenly thunders and earth fire, controlling magic tools and techniques, was called qi-repair.

To draw the spiritual energy from Heaven and Earth into one's body to temper the body, one could either possess immense strength, be it as swift as the wind or as firm as a rock. This person was a martial cultivator.

When the two cultivated to mastery, they could both split mountains and cut rivers. They could pluck stars, seize the moon, and ascend the nine heavens of the universe to explore the underworld, and then search for the realm of 'Supreme Immortals'.

Eastern Region of the continent, Southland, 'Zhou's escort agency' residence.

Early in the morning, a gatekeeper of the East District was surrounded by dozens of people, so many that not even a drop of water could trickle through. The famous Escort, from the guards of the guard house to the guards in charge of the house, all those who practiced martial arts would inadvertently stop to see the owner of this training grounds.

The crowd stood still for a moment, then a young man with a sword walked into the training field, which was about ten meters long and wide. He wore a close-fitting black suit that outlined his long and refined leopard muscles, and even the guards who had practiced martial arts for many years were envious.

"Tsk, why are so many people so annoyed." Glancing at his surroundings, Zhou Tong muttered to himself.

Standing on the stage with his sword on his back, he let out a long breath and began practicing his sword arts. This was Zhou Tong's compulsory lesson every day, and was also the 'show' that the observers came to watch every day.

Just by listening to the sharp beeps, one could tell how tyrannical the sword technique was. Under the rampage of the sword qi, the green bricks, which were already worn smooth and smooth, had new, slender sword scars.

"Indeed, in terms of martial arts, only the Third Young Master can be considered a genius!"

One of the Zhou Family Escort s who was watching on the side nodded and said. Looking at his attire, he was also a leader in the Zhou Family's escort company. As soon as the words left his mouth, a fervent discussion broke out among the onlookers as expected.

"I heard that Third Young Master's current swordsmanship is comparable to the swordsmanship instructors in the escort company. Is that true?"

"It is true, but we are all cultivating the Dao of martial arts. Third Young Master's talent can be said to be peerless. If he were to cultivate the way of the qi-repair, perhaps the number one person of the younger generation would have already changed hands."

"Who says it isn't? However, the third young master is obsessed with martial arts. Even the clan leader can't talk him out of it, so what can we say? "

glanced at the onlookers from the corner of his eyes, trying to guess what was going on. His smile seemed to contain a hint of bitterness, as he gently shook his head, his young and immature face was filled with a sense of relief that could only be felt after countless years of age.

After all, as a reincarnated person, Zhou Tong was not surprised to hear such words. The bitterness was not related to the onlookers in the slightest.

Above the countless small worlds that were like continents emerging from the clouds, there was an even more vast and endless world, the universe. In his previous life, Zhou Tong was the number one person respected as a Saint in the Dao of martial arts throughout the countless years of the Void ? ? Sword Saint Mo Li. The [Mo Li Sword], a peerless divine weapon in his hand, appeared out of nowhere. After slaughtering countless experts of the Immortal Demon Realm and the Three Realms over the course of tens of thousands of years, he was unrivalled in the universe.

But in the end, the title of being a high and mighty expert did not attract respect, but fear, as well as endless calamities, to the point where tens of thousands of strong warriors did not hesitate to give up their dignity as Zhi Zun warriors, and joined hands to attack Zhou Tong. After paying close to seventy percent of their strength in a blood battle, a Saint eventually fell at the end of the Void Universe, in the Fallen God Abyss.

That was a chasm that was as strong as the gods and emperors, a chasm that was difficult to cross. But now, the Zhou Tong who had fallen into the Divine Abyss had been reborn in this small world.

"Even if it's the people of this small world, they still believe in the so-called 'strength and powerlessness'. In my previous life, those who believe in this point, seemed to not be able to tolerate me, but in the end, wasn't they all fallen under my sword as well?" Halfway through his words, Zhou Tong's expression changed, became gentle, and lightly stroked the sword in his hand.

"Mo Li, I promised to take you travel throughout the entire world. But now, I have survived on my own. You, have long since disappeared!"

He sighed in his heart, looking at the iron sword in his hand, Zhou Tong's mind was filled with these two words: [Mo Li].

That was the love sword from his past life when he was traversing the universe, he also didn't know if he could be called a lover or not.

Mo Li's sword, which had beheaded countless supreme experts in the universe, had eventually fallen along with her previous life and was lost in the universe. As for Mo Li, who had a myriad of thoughts on her mind, had long been separated by the Yin and Yang ?

The gentleness in his eyes was immediately suppressed by the cold killing intent. The sword in his hands stopped for a moment as both his eyes lightly closed, and then, a formless wave of air swept out, accompanied by a sharp sound that rang through the air, and a thin layer of cold light appeared on the surface of the metal sword, as though it was enveloped by a bright white smoke.

"Look!" What is Young Master doing? "

It was unknown who cried out, causing all the spectators present to turn their gazes towards Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong's sword was pointed at a place where no one was around, but in everyone's hearts, they felt a sharp blade ready to strike, an unavoidable pressure.

"The Immortal Path, Longevity Hall, Blood Fiend Sect, Heavenly Demon Dao, Soaring Dragon Valley, just you wait. Sooner or later, I will return everything you have done to you a hundredfold, a thousandfold, and a thousandfold! Sooner or later, I, Zhou Tong, will kill none of you! "

Waving the front of the sword, the cold and sharp sword Qi instantly shot out like a berserk dragon seizing the blade. Wherever the sword Qi passed, a crack that was nearly three inches deep appeared on the green brick floor beneath Zhou Tong's feet. A crack that was as wide as a finger appeared as the width of the earth as the soil below the ground as it rose into the air, causing a cloud of dust to spread out to over ten meters before the crack could no longer extend forward.

At the edge of the arena, whether it was the famous Escort or the guards, everyone could clearly feel that between their throats, it was as if an invisible sharp blade had tightly gripped them and was threatening to kill them all. Even though it was midsummer, when the sun was high in the sky, everyone could not help but feel a chill down their spine and shudder.

All of a sudden, a dull thumping sound was heard, which made quite a few people quiver in fear and come back to their senses. That invisible pressure suddenly receded like the tide, and everyone present felt their bodies loosen up. A few guards with low cultivations directly fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

Looking back at the training grounds, Zhou Tong's iron sword was only left with half of its blade left. Far away, there was an old willow tree that was as thick as two people's arms, its blade that was covered in cracks was still trembling, metal fragments were scattered all over the ground, the sword tip had sunk five inches into the tree trunk, and the scars on the tree trunk was as if it had been ruthlessly slashed by a giant axe, almost wanting to hack the old willow into two halves.

"What's going on? "How can a martial cultivator possess such terrifying power!" After a short period of silence, the surrounding observers involuntarily swallowed their saliva. Their eyes were filled with respect.

Looking at the sword that was nailed to the pillar, even the powerful Escort in the crowd had a look of disbelief on his face: "If Third Young Master participates in the Clan Assembly with this kind of strength, he will definitely shock the world with one strike, becoming the Zhou Family's youngest Escort in a hundred years!"

The vast majority of the audience was still immersed in amazement, and only astonished sighs of admiration could be heard one after another.

Looking at the dumbstruck crowd below, then looking at the broken sword in his hand, Zhou Tong shook his head and laughed bitterly: "Why can't I withstand the 'sword intent' after breaking it again? This, forget it, I will go create it myself."

"Mo Li's peerless Mo Li, I still remember the sword charms you wrote for me, but when will I be able to find you again?"

Inwardly wiping the tears off his face, Zhou Tong gently stroked his forehead and let out a long sigh. He casually threw the broken sword into the bamboo basket on the side of the training grounds and called two servants to carry the messy broken sword. He turned around and slowly walked out of the training grounds.