The moment Ning Chen walked into the Qingzhou Museum, he felt an invisible sword energy filling it.
The higher this sword energy goes, the stronger it becomes. Once the defense is broken, there is only one way to die.
For ordinary people, the entire Qingzhou Museum has become a forbidden place.
Ning Chen frowned, this Ghost Sword Canlan was indeed a bit difficult to deal with. Before getting the Shadow Sword, he probably already had the strength of King Wu. Now that he got the Shadow Sword, it was even more powerful. It actually formed a shallow sword domain in the Qingzhou Museum.
With this kind of strength, even if you meet some senior martial kings on earth, you can probably defeat them easily.
Fortunately, the other party did not hide his figure, but sat openly on the rooftop, which saved Ning Chen a lot of trouble.
Now that Ning Chen's strength has been greatly reduced, even if the sword realm in front of him is extremely crude, it can still pose a slight threat and obstacle to his physical body. Ning Chen has to use his spiritual power to use immortal means to pass through.
Not long after, Ning Chen came to the rooftop, and sitting in front of him was a white-haired old man wearing tattered gray cloth.
A long sword lay horizontally in front of the old man. The sword was more than three feet long, the sword was long and narrow, and the cold light shone in it. It was the Shadow Sword.
"Hey, why didn't you choose to leave after stealing the Shadow Cheng Sword?"
Ning Chen calmly stared at Ghost Sword Canlan and asked.
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Ghost Sword's blue eyes widened in shock, and his gray-white pupils looked extremely empty, but he stared in Ning Chen's direction.
"You...you are obviously just an ordinary person, how can you resist my sword domain and come in front of me!"
"Although there are some skills, it is just a small skill after all."
"So, you are a warrior?"
Ghost Sword's blue brows furrowed deeply, and he stared at Ning Chen and said in a deep voice.
"How is it? So what if it's not?"
Ning Chen raised his eyebrows and asked doubtfully.
"hehe……"
Ghost Sword Canlan grinned, lifted the Shadow Sword with one hand, and stroked the sword: "If you are a warrior and can pass through my sword domain and come to me, you are qualified to die under this divine sword!"
"If not, you are not even qualified to die under the divine sword."
The smile on Ghost Sword's blue face grew stronger, and he continued: "Didn't you just ask me why you didn't choose to leave even though you already had this divine sword?"
"I'm telling you right now, the reason why I'm staying here is to destroy the entire Chinese martial arts world in order to prove the truth!"
"One general's success will cause thousands of bones to wither, but under the edge of my sword, they will all become ants!"
"Do you want to kill someone to prove your truth?"
Ning Chen nodded slightly, and suddenly remembered that the demonic path in Xiaonan Tianjie was like this. Although Ning Chen despised this kind of behavior, the facts proved that as long as the heart of martial arts is unyielding and all methods lead to the same goal, the demonic monk finally succeeded in attaining enlightenment and became A generation of demon lords.
However, he did not expect that on Earth, where spiritual energy was exhausted, all living beings could still give birth to such warriors in such an environment.
After a moment of silence, Ning Chen finally shook his head and sighed.
"Boy, why are you sighing?"
Ghost Sword Canlan asked with narrowed eyes.
Ning Chen shook his head playfully: "It is indeed beautiful, but your martial arts heart is fragile."
"Swordsmanship is like a sword, which would rather break than bend, but you have relied too much on the Shadow Bearing Sword in your hand and have become a sword slave... Besides, I, the Great Huaxia, are not the place where you can achieve enlightenment, so you are the only one who can bring peace to the world of martial arts?"
Ning Chen shook his head repeatedly and continued: "Although you have obtained the Shadow Sword, your strength has greatly increased, but it stops here. The sword in your hand is too powerful, and the sword in your heart has been broken..."
"A mere mortal dares to speak nonsense!"
Ghost Sword Canlan angrily scolded: "Today, I will cut off your hands and feet and let you watch helplessly as I destroy your Chinese martial arts world!"
"Take away my Chinese magic weapons and kill my members of the Chinese martial arts world. You deserve to die!"
Ning Chen shook his head and sighed: "Sin cannot be forgiven..."
"kill!"
Ghost Sword Canlan roared angrily, swung the Shadow Bearing Sword in his hand, an afterimage cut through the void, and several rays of sword energy came towards Ning Chen through the sky!
Ning Chen used his spiritual power to perform the volley, and his body instantly disappeared from the spot, and all his sword energy was emptied!
Ghost Sword's blue eyes darkened, and just as he was about to make a move, the wrist holding the Shadow Sword was tightly held by Ning Chen, unable to move!
Ning Chen's sneering face also appeared in front of him.
"Impossible...this is impossible! You...who are you!"
"I am the one who wants your life!"
Ning Chen's indifferent voice sounded, and Ghost Sword Canlan felt that the wrist holding the sword was controlled by Ning Chen. The Shadow Sword drew a perfect arc in the air and swung towards his throat!
In shock, the Ghost Sword Canglan hurriedly let go, and the Chengying Sword came out and fell into Ning Chen's hands.
The next second, the Shadow Bearing Sword was directly put into Naxu Ring by Ning Chen and disappeared.
"What's going on? Where is the Divine Sword? Where is the Divine Sword?"
The sudden disappearance of Chengying Sword caused the Ghost Sword Canglan Fangcun to be in chaos and screamed in surprise.
Ning Chen pointed his sword slightly, and a burst of spiritual power shot out, piercing through the Ghost Sword Canglan Yintang.
"At the age of three, he picked up a sword, at the age of five he killed people. At the age of ten, he became a terrifying god of killing, killing thousands of people in troubled times."
"I thought I could kill the right way and become the best in the world in this life. Why...why is this happening..."
Ghost Sword Canlan murmured to himself, his voice getting weaker and weaker.
Then, the ghost sword Canglan fell to the ground on his back, his already gray eyes staring blankly at the sky, his breath was dying, and he became dead in the blink of an eye.
"There is an old saying in China, whoever kills people will always be killed."
Ning Chen stared down at Ghost Sword Cang Lan and said indifferently: "Since you chose to kill to prove the Tao, you should have the consciousness to die by other people's swords."
"The Chengying Sword is indeed a good sword, but if it fell into your hands... the pearl would be covered in dust."
After Ning Chen finished speaking, he turned and left.
At this time, when Ning Chen walked out of the museum calmly, Zheng Wenlong and Zi Ji hurriedly greeted him.
"Mr. Ning!"
"Owner!"
The two said in unison, Ning Chen only waved his hand slightly: "It's settled."
After saying that, Ning Chen looked at Zheng Wenlong: "Okay, now that the matter is settled, your dead brothers can rest in peace."
Zheng Wenlong nodded hurriedly, with a hint of sobs in his voice.
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Lu Zhongxin, who was on the side, heard Ning Chen's words and couldn't help but feel funny. He took a few steps forward and came to Ning Chen: "Haha, boy, you didn't just walk around in the museum and then came out, right?" ?”
"It's not a small tone. It's settled and settled. Do you know how many brothers in the Wushu Association died in the hands of that strong man!"
Ning Chen glanced at Lu Zhongxin lightly, then turned to Zheng Wenlong and said, "The body is on the rooftop."
Zheng Wenlong's eyes narrowed and he ordered to the two members of the Wushu Association: "You two, come with me to the rooftop!"
"Haha, no one is allowed to move!"
Lu Zhongxin sneered and said: "Zheng Wenlong, if you want to die, you can die on your own. Don't drag the brothers from the Wushu Association to bury you with you!"
Zheng Wenlong opened his mouth, his face flushed with anger, but he snorted and rushed towards the museum.
Ning Chen was about to leave when a black Sichuan West Sichuan Land Rover came speeding in the distance and stopped in front of Ning Chen. The door opened and the person who got out of the car was Li Cangfeng.
