Chu Xisheng thought that this person's appearance was not only similar to the girl in white, but also similar to the Ice City Princess.
This should be a family.
Just as Chu Xisheng was looking at it intently, the silver-armored young man opposite him said with his hands on his back: "I'm very curious, you are just a mere sixth-grade person, but the Central Plains Lunwu Tower has designated you as the leader of Qingyun Tianjun, Qingyun Nineteen seats on the overall list. Is this the decline of the Chinese martial arts world, or is it just a false reputation? "
Behind the silver-armored boy, the many masters from Far East Ice City were slightly stunned.
Their young master, who usually has a gentle and calm temperament, why would he take the initiative to speak and provoke others today?
Then they realized that the young master must have been unhappy when he saw the Princess of Bingcheng being suppressed by Su Fengdao, and wanted to save her face.
Chu Xisheng narrowed his eyes and held down the knife with one hand: "Who are you?"
Not everyone is qualified to be arrogant in front of him.
The young man in silver armor looked at him without giving in: "Far East Ice City, Changsun Bingquan."
"Changsun Bingquan? Oh~ I know you. It turns out you are number 37 on the Qingyun Ranking."
Chu Xisheng burst out laughing, recalling the Qingyun ranking list in June.
As for the August 15th copy, he hasn't had a chance to read it yet.
"If you are not convinced, you can come and measure it. However, you need to know that the person who said this to you before could not survive the two hundred and fifty swords of my master Su Fengdao. You can't even hold on to it." I really don’t have the right to evaluate China’s martial arts scene if I haven’t played a role in Qingyun before.”
He actually didn't know how many rounds Changsun Ruoli could fight with Su Fengdao. Anyway, he just wanted to belittle him.
The Ice City masters present suddenly had angry expressions on their faces, and their eyes were gloomy.
They pulled out their weapons one after another, making bursts of "clang" sounds.
Chu Xisheng's words not only insulted their princess, but also despised their young master.
Jidong Bingcheng has always lived overseas and has never participated in the ranking of martial arts machines.
Now, their young master has just entered the Chinese martial arts world and is already ranked 37th on the Qingyun Ranking. In the August issue, he even rose to 22nd on the Qingyun Ranking. He is the most popular among all the candidates for Qingyun Tianjun. .
At the age of less than sixteen, Zhangsun Bingquan overwhelmed all the young heroes in the Chinese martial arts world with overwhelming force.
This is the pride of their Far East Ice City.
And the Princess of Bingcheng, who is the most admired person in Bingcheng besides the 'King', how could she allow Chu Xisheng to be so insulted?
Changsun Bingquan also pursed his thin crimson lips slightly.
He raised his hand slightly to stop everyone behind him, and there was a murderous look in his eyes: "Extension? That's what I have in mind!"
Changsun Bingquan then set his sights on the blood pine branch in Chu Xisheng's hand.
Chu Xisheng burst into laughter and handed the blood pine back to Ye Zhiqiu: "Hold it for me. If they dare to bully others, just throw the pine branches away."
Ye Zhiqiu suddenly looked solemn.
She has also recently been worshiping the Wood Sword Immortal and worshiping him as the ancestral god.
Mujianxian is one of the most famous sword cultivators in the world, and Ye Zhiqiu respects him as a god.
She took the pine branch with great respect, and at the same time reminded: "On the Martial Arts God Ji, it is said that this person is a Chaotianzhu of the upper level of the fifth grade. He may be qualified to practice two holy traditions. Junior brother must be careful."
She knew that Chu Xisheng was in Xuanming Palace, and she had only fought against a young eunuch from the blood sea who was a fourth-grade lower-ranked member of the imperial court.
But that was with the assistance of the Wood Sword Fairy clone.
The man had to concentrate on avoiding the Wood Sword Fairy's sword energy bombardment, but he was afraid that he would not be able to exert 30% of his 100% strength.
"It doesn't matter!"
Chu Xisheng shook his head. He was ready to fight with all his strength, but his expression was very contemptuous: "I'm just the thirty-seventh place on the Qingyun list, a small role."
Changsun Bingquan's face darkened again when he heard this.
A person behind him snorted coldly: "Our young master is already the 22nd on the Qingyun Ranking!"
Before he finished speaking, several people next to him squinted coldly, looking annoyed and helpless.
This is simply embarrassing!
Their young master is ranked 22nd on the Qingyun ranking list, which is quite good.
The problem is that if they take the initiative to explain, it seems like they care, which is too embarrassing.
Changsun Bingquan took out a piece of talisman with a cold expression: "When this talisman is burned out, you can use the sword. You and I fight fair, the victory or defeat depends on humans, life or death depends on heaven."
He threw the talisman in his hand into the void next to him.
The talisman made an instant 'boom' and ignited without fire.
At the moment when the talisman paper was burned out, the two people facing each other thirty feet apart turned into a beam of light and electricity, and they fought in this chaotic void.
Clang!
Changsun Bingquan's movement speed was even better than Chu Xisheng's.
However, when the two of them clashed for the first time, Changsun Bingquan was knocked back several feet by Chu Xisheng's sword.
This scene not only shocked Changsun Bingquan himself, but many other experts in Bingcheng also had stern expressions on their faces.
This guy who is known as the 'Wuji Sword Lord' is so powerful?
They knew the strength of Changsun Bingquan.
Although this Bingcheng young master is only at the fifth level, he is extremely talented. He is the top Super Sky Pillar, and his combat power even exceeds that of many fourth-level ones.
Chu Xisheng's cultivation level was lower than Changsun's military power, but he was able to surpass him in strength.
Among the crowd, only the white-haired old man saw the truth. He raised his white eyebrows slightly and said thoughtfully, "This should be the Wood Sword Immortal."
This is the Wood Sword Immortal who gave Chu Xisheng part of his power.
The problem is that even if this part is removed, the strength shown by Chu Xisheng is still terrifyingly strong.
In particular, this person's sword intention and soul power have surpassed Changsun's military power.
"You have a lot of brute strength."
Changsun Bingquan and Chu Xisheng exchanged seventeen blows in a row, but Chu Xisheng was knocked back hundreds of feet with a loud bang. His movements were scattered and his appearance was in a mess.
His face was very calm: "With a sixth-grade cultivation level, you have such fighting power, which is not bad. You have the qualifications to make me serious."
Chu Xisheng is the first person in the same age group who can compete with him to this point.
This guy's cultivation level is actually one level lower than him.
Therefore, the ranking of the martial arts building is not ridiculous.
But today, his purpose is not to explore the truth, but to defeat this person and drive him into the dust!
The next moment, a pair of silver-white, icy luan-like wings suddenly appeared behind Changsun Bingquan, and his entire body turned into lightning and flashed rapidly.
The speed of his movements actually increased further than the original level, and turned into a white thunder, flashing and swirling around Chu Xisheng's body.
The sword in Changsun Bingquan's hand turned from defense to offense, like light and shadow, and he could cut more than a hundred swords in one breath.
Chu Xisheng smiled faintly. He was able to deal with it easily, and the sword in the Three-phase Heavenly Killing Sword was at his fingertips.
Now he has tasted the feeling of overpowering others with strength and defeating ten skills with one force.
Chu Xisheng casually slashed out his sword, causing Changsun Bingquan's sword light to scatter and his figure to retreat.
It is precisely because he is more powerful and spiritual that he can kill everything he wants to kill.
This allowed him to slow down a bit, which in turn suppressed Changsun's military power.
"Xuanming Sacred Legend and Ice Thunder Sword? Not bad, but you are not qualified to take me seriously yet."
Changsun Bingquan pursed his thin lips, clenched his teeth and heels, and began to explode his true energy with all his strength.
The speed of the sword in his hand is even more furious, and the power of the sword is even more fierce.
While stabbing and slashing at high speed, he also blasted strands of ice power and the huge 'Renshui Divine Thunder' towards Chu Xisheng, trying to freeze every ounce of his true energy, every ounce of flesh and blood, and every ounce of his flesh and blood. Distracting thoughts.
This had almost no effect. The monstrous cold power that Changsun Bingquan blasted towards his opponent was destroyed by Chu Xisheng at the moment when it collided with the light of Chu Xisheng's sword.
The boundless cold air then spread in all directions, covering the surrounding chaotic void of nearly a hundred feet.
Changsun Bingquan had no choice but to ignore Chu Xisheng, so he tried to freeze the surrounding void and restrict Chu Xisheng's movement.
The battlefield between the two quickly expanded from this. The true meaning of the swords not only clashed fiercely among the weapons, but also spread to the surrounding void, competing and colliding in almost every space.
Gradually, Chu Xisheng's unilateral crushing turned into an equal match.
Changsun's military power has been exhausted, and his sword power and speed are getting stronger and stronger.
Chu Xisheng really pissed him off.
Changsun Bingquan wanted to see if this guy could still say what he just said.
How unreasonable!
But at the next moment, Chu Xisheng smiled again: "Did my words make you angry? You actually used the energy accumulated by the cold seal in your blood. But you look like this, you can only take dozens more knives from me, why bother?" Are you here? Your true energy cannot hold on."
Ye Zhiqiu's face twitched.
Chu Xisheng's words were almost a replica of Su Fengdao's mockery of Sun Ruoli, the eldest daughter of the Bingcheng Princess.
In fact, Changsun Bingquan was not that unbearable.
Chu Xisheng's 'Three-Phase Heaven-Slaying Sword' has been cultivated to a very high level, and he can now transfer to the next step of 'No-Phase Heaven-Slaying Sword'. The intention of the Heaven-Slaying Sword has also been promoted to the thirteenth level, which is extremely domineering.
Ordinary fourth-level martial arts cultivators would not be able to block his sword without any preparation in advance.
Chu Xisheng's Heaven-Destroying Sword was unable to affect Changsun Bingquan at this time.
There are very few things that he can kill now.
Even Chu Xisheng's Yajuan Dao could not give him military power.
This person's ice power freezes everything, making it difficult to reflect.
The combat power of this young master of Ice City far exceeds that of the golden-crowned giant spirit of the Moluo tribe.
If Chu Xisheng hadn't awakened Luohu's bloodline, greatly increased his strength, and greatly increased his sword speed, he might not be his opponent.
However, Changsun Bingquan was stimulated by Chu Xisheng's words, and his sword power and sword intent became stronger and stronger.
This caused a hint of sadness to appear on the brows and eyes of many Bingcheng martial arts cultivators present.
They have all read China's famous "On Martial Arts" and "Tianji Martial Arts".
As the art of war goes, if you know yourself and your enemy, you will be victorious in every battle.
If they want to conquer China, they must first understand their opponents.
So everyone knows that this 'Wuji Sword Lord' is likely to have the blood of eternity.
Neither the Martial Building nor the Tianji Pavilion can confirm this matter, but they can only speculate on Chu Xisheng's exaggerated amount of true energy and sustaining power.
Although their young master, Sun Bingquan, has special talents. His energy is long-lasting and his endurance is amazing, but it cannot be compared with the blood of the ages.
How long can he sustain this explosive burst of strength, energy, and blood?
Can the energy consumption exceed that of Chu Xisheng?
Changsun Bingquan is not unclear about this, but he is confident that he can defeat Chu Xisheng within three hundred moves!
At this moment, Chu Xisheng smiled again: "Fighting is not just about fast swords and strong strength."
The power of his sword changed, and the Yugui Jinnai sword that had been hidden before finally caught the right opportunity, turned into a white light that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and slashed at the opponent.
The God-killing God destroys* the Infinite Slash!
The speed of this knife does not seem to be very fast, but it is formless, soundless and colorless, without beginning or end, boundless, nameless, and elusive.
For the first time, Chu Xisheng integrated the core secret of the God-killing Sword with Wuji Slash.
He can destroy all possibilities for the opponent to capture the position of his blade!
At the same time, Chu Xisheng secretly sighed in his heart.
The tricks taught by my wife are still useful.
Under the fourth rank, invincible!
"laugh!"
This is the blood spilled by Changsun Bingquan.
He couldn't defend against Chu Xisheng's sword, but he distanced himself at the limit.
Chu Xisheng's Yugui Golden Nail knife cut a terrifying wound on his chest, but could not cut open his body.
Changsun Bingquan's eyes were cold and unusually frightened.
Chu Xisheng's move was so weird, strange, and overbearing!
Changsun Bingquan was unable to capture the power of his sword and had no idea how to defend himself.
"you lose!"
Chu Xisheng followed him like a shadow, unwilling to give up, and the sword force continued to press forward: "See clearly, this is the level of martial arts in China! The origin of Chu's so-called Wuji Sword Master!"
Changsun Bingquan felt endless humiliation.
At the same time, endless unwillingness and boundless anger exploded in his chest.
He hasn't lost yet!
Changsun Bingquan tried his best, swung his sword again, and suddenly swung out a glacier!
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At the same time, another battle in the chaotic void also came to an end.
Su Fengdao's delicate body stepped back a thousand feet, and then frowned and looked at his left arm.
There was a sword mark on her left upper arm, and a layer of black ice covered half of her body.
The power of Su Feng Dao was actually unable to dissolve this mysterious ice.
She can use her strength to shatter the black ice, but in the next moment, this half of her body will be frozen again.
This was because Wenzhuyi's sword power and intent had penetrated deep into her body.
And the two of them fought for a total of only one hundred and thirty-two swords!
Su Feng's sword tried his best to make one hundred and thirty-two cuts, but was wounded by Wenzhuyi's sword.
The other party was nonchalant and leisurely throughout the whole process.
Wen Zhuoyi never seemed to take it seriously. When the power of Su Feng's sword weakened and there was no way to continue, he wounded her with a casual sword.
The gap between the two of them is actually so big.
Is this the sword that could rival the Bloody Sword Lord hundreds of years ago?
Thousands of feet away, Wenzhuoyi waved his hand and returned the Shen Chi Sword in his hand to Changsun Ruoli.
"This battle ends here. This is just a clone of you. After a big battle, I wonder if I can win with force. If you are not convinced, you can fight me with your real body."
Su Fengdao secretly laughed at himself,
This battle was really embarrassing. Fortunately, her disciple was very up to date and allowed her to save some face.
She also sheathed the sword decisively and tucked the loose hair behind her ear: "As expected of Wenzhaoyi, both the Taiyin Sword and the Xuanming Sword are at the pinnacle, Su Mou admires it. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely do it. I’ll ask you for advice again.”
This hope is slim.
Her body is trapped in the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons. I wonder if there is a chance to come out?
Wen Zhuoyi nodded slightly: "Your sword makes me look forward to it! I also want to see you in your prime, the world's best sword."
Su Fengdao turned around and left without saying a word.
Whether it was this woman's sword or her master's demeanor, Su Fengdao admired her.
So there's not much to say.
She dodges away, and then grabs Chu Xisheng, who is chasing Changsun Bingquan, and Ye Zhiqiu beside her, and they escape into the Yajuan Hall in the distance.
She also wanted Chu Xisheng to see what the "睚禦" looked like in Pangu's eyes.
The former Bloody Sword Master also gained enlightenment here and created the prototype of the Divine Will Touching Death Sword based on the Tianyi Shenyi Sword.
And just after Su Fengdao left, Sun Ruoli, the eldest daughter of the Bingcheng Princess, who was standing not far away, frowned slightly: "Queen Mother!"
As soon as she spoke, she was looked at with cold eyes by Wen Bah Yi.
Changsun Ruoli blinked and said helplessly: "Auntie, Su Feng Dao's sword skills are extremely strong. If she re-enters the world, she will at least be among the top three in the world. That Chu Xisheng is extremely talented. You Letting them go now is like letting the tiger go back to the mountain. The Wuxiang Divine Sect is also one of the great enemies of our Ice City."
"A big enemy? Don't underestimate the enemy. The reason why your father was defeated in the past was because he didn't know how to restrain himself."
Wen Zhuoyi gathered up the silver armor on his body into a piece of metal feathers: "Do you think you won't have any scruples after I wake up? Do you think Wuxiang Shen Sect only has two first-level ones, Li Changsheng and Su Fengdao, so you can insult me lightly?" ? Let me ask you and I, both of you and I, have survived to this day. Where have the dozens of first-class disciples from the Wuxiang Divine Sect gone over the past thousand years? There is also a super-class disciple who has lived for more than a thousand years. I am afraid he is still alive today."
Changsun Ruoli frowned immediately.
She thought these people might not still be alive.
The Ten Thousand Demons Cave of the Wuxiang Divine Sect is a bottomless pit, no matter how many first-grades are filled in, it will not be enough.
However, the Wuxiang Divine Sect recently gained a Wood Sword Immortal, who suppressed their luck.
"Furthermore, Wuxiang Shenzong guards the gateway to China. It is the beam that supports the sea and the pillar that supports the sky for our human race. There is no way they can fail."
Wen Zhuoyi saw a little disapproval in Changsun Ruoli's eyes.
She sighed secretly.
My niece, who has been living overseas all year round with the descendants of the people of Zhenhai Kingdom, seems to no longer regard herself as a member of the human race.
But how could their bloodline inheritance be changed?
How can there be eggs under the cover of the nest?
Wen Zhuoyi's eyes were complicated: "Let me tell you the truth, although I have recovered most of my injuries, my Shenyin bloodline has reached its limit, and I estimate that I will not live for another fifteen years."
"How could this be?"
Changsun Ruoli was taken aback and looked anxious: "My mother will never die, and I, Jidong Bingcheng, will do whatever it takes to resolve the loneliness syndrome for my mother - for you, my aunt."
She was stared at by Wen Zhuoyi again and had to change her words.
Changsun Ruoli was helpless.
The five brothers and sisters all grew up under the care of Wen Zhuoyi, and they have long regarded her as their mother.
On ordinary occasions when outsiders are present, she is also addressed as mother and queen.
Changsun Ruoli didn't understand and asked why Zhuyi was so persistent?
"Shenyin is a god-level bloodline. If its future troubles can be easily resolved, it is not worthy of being listed as a god-level bloodline."
When Wen Zhuoyi shook his head, he thought of Chu Xisheng and his 'Shen Yang'.
This method to resolve the loneliness syndrome has actually appeared in front of her.
only--
Wen Zhuoyi smiled bitterly and thought, how could she have the nerve to do such a thing?
We are all separated by more than ten generations, can a thousand-year-old cow eat young grass? Wouldn't that make people laugh?
Wen Zhuoyi revealed a sharp cold light, and his momentum was unparalleled: "So you all need to be restrained in your actions. Our current target is only the Daning royal family. When we enter Wang'an City, we will exterminate the Daning royal family. After they get rid of the Red Dragon, it won't be too late to settle the accounts with the other companies. Now the conflict with the Wuxiang Divine Sect will only make you and my real enemies chuckle."
She then looked at the group of silver-armored martial cultivators through the chaotic void tens of thousands of feet away: "Gui Xiang, come here."
It was the white-haired old man who returned.
His surname belongs to Haoyuan, and he is the right prime minister in Bingcheng in the far east.
Upon hearing Wenzhuoyi's call from the distance, he immediately turned into light and fled, knelt down in front of Wenzhuoyi.
"King! What are your orders?"
Wen Zhuoyi looked at him, his eyes as cold as an ice lake.
The cold sword intent overflowed and stabbed Gui Haoyuan's skin to pieces.
"What's going on with that child? I'm talking about Changsun Bingquan."
She has no heirs, two nephews have died in the war, and her three nieces have also suffered the backlash of gods and demons for some reason, cutting off the ability to have children.
So where did this child with Sun family blood come from?
Gui Haoyuan's face suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and he felt that his skin was pricked by steel needles.
Except for a dozen or so people in this world, no one knows that the Queen of Zhenhai Kingdom, the real one-sword Alluring Wen Zhuyi, had already died from serious injuries in a battle with the Bloody Sword Lord more than 800 years ago.
The Wen Biaoyi in front of him was just the youngest daughter of the Wen family who was forced by the family to take over the identity of the eldest sister and marry into the Zhenhai royal family on her eldest sister's behalf.
Gui Haoyuan knew this, but he didn't dare to be disrespectful at all.
In the past, Wenzhuyi was just a stand-in for his eldest sister. He was a chess piece used by the Zhenhai Kingdom to intimidate all forces in the world under the pretense of "One Sword Conquers the City".
However, when she walked out of the boudoir and picked up the sword, in just twenty years, she truly became the second best in the world and had the power to compete with the Bloody Sword Lord.
the student surpasses the master!
What's more, the current Far East Ice City was created by Wen Zhuyi. What does it have to do with the former Zhenhai Kingdom?
Gui Haoyuan lowered his body to the ground and said, "Your Highness, the future Far East Ice City needs a king."
Wen Zhuoyi was stunned for a moment, then smiled sarcastically: "I see, you veterans also know that I won't live long, right? So you hid it from me and borrowed the power of gods and demons again?"
Her eyes were cold and murderous: "Have you forgotten how Zhenhai Kingdom was destroyed?"
So she doesn't hate the Six Divine Sects at all.
That was the Changsun family, and it was the Zhenhai country that brought about its own destruction.
"no!"
Gui Haoyuan's voice was solemn, and under the heavy pressure of Wen Zhuoyi's sword intent, he could hardly speak complete words: "How dare I do such a bold and reckless thing if I know what I have done before? We used the remains of the late emperor and the late empress, And at great cost, he used the Tiangang method to 'mediate fortune'."
When asked, the boy in baht clothes opened his eyes slightly, and then his expression became sad.
Mediating creation is the first of Tiangang's thirty-six methods, and it is the highest method of the magician. Because he possesses the magical power of creation, he can mediate the heaven and earth, Xuanpan creation, using non-life and death as life.
It is said that the human race in the past came from this.
