Di Ting felt her face hurt a little, especially when Lu Wu next to him glanced at him with that intriguing and strange look, his narrow peach blossom eyes seemed to be able to speak.
Didn’t you say that the impermanent messenger never bothers to communicate with ordinary people like us?
"cough."
He coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment. Fortunately, the person called by Impermanence appeared in time and rescued him. The attention of all living creatures was attracted by that figure.
It's time for the fourth update.
The moonlight was hazy and cold, and a young man in white clothes and a black cloak walked side by side with the woman who was holding hands beside him.
He bowed his head to the sedan chair of Wu Changshi:
"Chen...Chang Geng, please be polite."
"Hei Wuchang, Xie Bian."
"Bai Wuchang, Fan Wujiu."
Two responses came from the sunken wooden sedan chair.
Chen Yi's eyebrows raised without trace, and a flash of surprise flashed across his face: the world before the time travel also had black and white, and the names and taboos were exactly the same. What a coincidence? still…
Subsequently.
He recalled the story Bai Huerlian told him in his spare time: The underworld is connected to the great world, and the small world of Luotian is the same person?
While Chen Yi was deep in thought, all the ghost kings in Fengdu looked like they had seen a ghost.
As evil ghosts who had been detained in the eighteen levels of hell, they had dealt with the two envoys of Impermanence countless times, but they still did not know their names.
arrogant.
The messengers of impermanence communicate with living beings, and Ting Ting did not lie. This is true. Ordinary sentient beings cannot enter their Dharma eyes, even if they are as tyrannical as the ghost king Luo Lie.
so.
Their action of voluntarily reporting their family status shocked these ghost kings. You can imagine...it was nothing less than a shocking mountain roar and tsunami!
"May I ask where you come from?"
Luo Lie hesitated again and again, then tapped Chen Yi's heels.
"If you're not supposed to know, don't ask."
Chen Yi glanced faintly, his eyes as calm as an ancient well: "I want to take this girl Yu Lian away. As for the grudges between your two clans, I have no interest in it."
"Huh, Your Excellency, you have such a loud voice!"
A red-haired sword-wielding ghost king heard this and snorted coldly: "Looking at this world, is there anything in this world that we are not worthy of spying on? Who do you think you are? The Three Buddhas of Lingshan?"
Chen Yi didn't speak, but turned around quietly and looked at him.
A moment.
The sword-wielding ghost king's heart strings tightened.
The next second.
Sweat actually broke out on his forehead.
It was as if I was suddenly in a vast world. Looking up, I saw an extremely majestic and majestic... Great Wall of Sword Qi on the far horizon!
An impossibly handsome young swordsman stood at the end of the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Although his figure never moved, he was sometimes very close and sometimes far away.
He stretched lazily, and the figure of Mustard Seed suddenly became as big as Xumi Tian, almost as high as the entire Great Sword Qi Wall, overlooking the sword-wielding Ghost King above the earth.
suppress.
No blind spots in all aspects.
"thump!"
The sword-wielding ghost king knelt down in response, shaking like chaff, and did not dare to resist. His intuition told him that as long as he dared to draw the sword, he would die the moment the sword was unsheathed, and the lower one would defeat the upper one!
Lu Wu, who is closest to the law, looked at this scene and couldn't help but murmur: "There is no god three feet up, and the world is where my sword can reach... What a peerless young swordsman!"
When Chen Yi doesn't care, no one can beat him.
When Chen Yi wants something, no one can beat him.
Holding a three-foot green-edged sword in his hand, no one in front of him dares to claim to be a cultivator. Sword cultivator Chen Changgeng has taken over the creation of heaven and earth. There is only one such romantic figure in the world, and there will never be another.
"Your Excellency, you passed!"
Luo Lie, who was humiliated by his subordinates and felt that he could not lose face, had to speak out.
"You want a fight?"
Chen Yi's understatement clearly didn't take the Lord of Fengdu City seriously.
Luo Lie sneered: "Do you know who is standing behind Fengdu?"
Chen Yi asked back: "Do you know who is standing behind me?"
Luo Lie's face was gloomy: "You, an unknown junior, can you bear this?"
"Let him come!"
Chen Yi waved his sleeves and said:
"In a battle of the same level, if one comes and kills one, if your clan's avatar dares to move, the Supreme True Body will come to the underworld in person and teach you how to dye the whole mountain of Luo Feng with the color of bones. Do you believe it?"
"boom!"
It's the Silent Fire Ghost King again.
While the other ghost kings were diverting their attention, he suddenly rose up without being restrained, and his huge body ejected like a cannonball, slamming down on Chen Yi.
Chen Yi flashed past.
He was about to punch again when a sword flashed between heaven and earth.
The Silent Fire Ghost King was knocked down in the air by a sword.
With another sword strike, his whole body suddenly crashed into the inside of the green mountain. The sword light then split the mountain, and then penetrated the silent fire and the surrounding rolling mountains.
Luo Lie slapped a palm and attacked from behind.
Chen Yi responded with a sword, bright and upright.
Only attack but not defend, advance without retreat, you have to catch it even if you don't want to catch it, and even if it returns to full strength, you may not be able to catch it. Luo Lie flew out upside down, and his magical weapon was shattered on the spot.
The young swordsman didn't even practice swordsmanship. He could only hurt people with his sword's intention, but he was still invincible.
"Too weak."
He did not give up, pointed at Luo Lie's chest, and whispered softly: "What if you are protected by the rules of Luo Feng Mountain? Isn't it enough to be in front of my sword?"
This sword is called not to kill.
It’s not that I can’t kill him, it’s just that I don’t want to kill him.
Inside the sedan chair.
Xie Bi'an was stunned for a long time, staring until his eyes were sore, and then he looked away. He couldn't help turning his head and asked: "No help, if it were you who had done this sword, would you be able to do it?"
"I can't, and neither can anyone."
The shock on Fan Wujiu's face did not dissipate: "This man's swordsmanship is already overflowing. The only one who can rival or surpass him in the future is he who reaches the next level."
Xie Bian fell into silence.
If he remembered correctly, this should be the first time that the other party gave such a high evaluation to a person, and his colleague and old friend was quite proud.
He also has pride.
The two envoys of impermanence.
The black master defends, the white master kills. Black Wuchang holds the armor and is indestructible. White Wuchang holds the sword and is invincible. I don't know how many evil ghosts have fallen under his sword.
It is no exaggeration to call him a prodigy of swordsmanship.
But such a master of swordsmanship is now praising another person's swordsmanship, and even expresses that he is ashamed of himself without hesitation.
For a moment, Xie Bian was speechless.
"What a...monster."
