What fell in Chen Xianchao's eyes was not a sword, but a mountain.
The gap in realm, at this moment, made him feel that death was coming.
Shen Tutian's sword had already torn Chen Xianchao's shoulder.
The sword slashed down diagonally, from his shoulder to his chest, the flesh and blood rolled around, revealing the dense white bones.
suddenly.
Shen Tutian frowned, his sword could no longer tear Chen Xianchao's body apart.
He saw an ancient book in Chen Xianchao's arms. After being soaked with Chen Xianchao's blood, it glowed with brilliance and resisted his sword.
Then, the ancient book suddenly burst out with a tyrannical momentum, knocking Shen Tutian away, turning into light and pouring into Chen Xianchao's body.
boom.
Chen Xianchao felt his martial arts suddenly roar.
At this moment, the strength of his body was skyrocketing, and infinite power burst out from his martial veins.
His flesh, his strength, and his senses were all enhanced instantly.
He suddenly found out.
The twelve death veins of Guan Tian and Guan Shen opened by the Great Emperor Sutra are not just twelve more martial arts than ordinary warriors.
The Twelve Death Meridian Pass gave him a tyrannical body that transcended ordinary people.
The stronger you get, the stronger you become.
It is the power to put oneself to death and fight back desperately.
Shen Tutian's sword had already fallen. No matter what, in his eyes, even the warriors in the same realm as him would be beheaded by the sword.
but.
Chen Xianchao did not die under his sword.
In that certain death situation, he actually counterattacked with his sword and knocked him back.
"What on earth is that ancient book that can stop my Taishan Sword?"
Shen Tutian's surprise didn't stop there.
At that moment, he even saw two phantoms condensed on Chen Xianchao's shoulders, suppressing his momentum.
At this moment, the blood in Chen Xianchao's body was boiling, and his momentum was like a giant carrying the sky. The feeling of transformation from weak to strong made him unable to suppress his excitement at this moment.
Even the flesh and blood torn by Shen Tutian on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment.
at the same time.
Dragon Elephant spiritual energy burst out crazily from Chen Xianchao's martial arts veins. At this moment, his aura seemed to be that of a martial artist who had gone through several stages of reincarnation, and the sword screamed in his hand.
Shen Tutian's pupils widened. He finally saw clearly the huge dragon and majestic elephant behind Chen Xianchao, and he became an ant.
"One sword of eternity and one sword of heaven."
Chen Xianchao transformed into a sword.
It was a sword light that passed across the long street, and the sword energy was everywhere.
Shen Tutian couldn't react. He watched Jing Chao's sword enlarge in his eyes, and watched Chen Xian Chao kill him with one sword.
The sword is not stained with blood.
Not stained with blood.
But Shen Tutian's blood has spread all over the streets, blooming like a peach blossom.
"ha."
"ha."
The shouts of soldiers suddenly sounded from both ends of the street.
They set up a square formation, raised their spears and halberds, and slowly pressed towards Chen Xianchao.
The spears and halberds were hovering in front of Chen Xianchao. There was firm belief on their faces, as if Chen Xianchao was the public enemy of the Southern Dynasty.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
No one answered Chen Xianchao's words.
Their spears and halberds thrust out at the same time, and an iron chrysanthemum bloomed.
But their spears and halberds could not pierce Chen Xianchao's body. He was surrounded by dragon-elephant spiritual energy. He had buried many people with his own hands, and his benevolence and compassion had long since disappeared.
When Chen Xianchao left Lingnan City, the streets were covered with corpses. The people collected their bodies with tears in their eyes, cursing Chen Xianchao for his untimely death.
Six fierce horses rushed into the city.
"Where did Chen Xianchao go?"
"He killed someone and rode south."
"Chase."
These six people are not ordinary people.
They come from the Southern Dynasties Divine Catcher Division and are known as the "Six Great Divine Catchers". In their hands, no villain can leave the Southern Dynasty alive.
Chen Xianchao galloped towards the Compassion Mountain.
His body seems to have the words "Sinner of the Southern Dynasties" written on it. Everyone who sees him will kill him. Not only the warriors of the Jianghu, not only the soldiers of the Southern Dynasty, but also the unarmed people of the Southern Dynasty or the childish children will be holding stones. Smash him.
His every step was recorded by others, and he didn't want to stop. Stopping meant killing someone.
It's a cold autumn night.
Cold moon.
wilderness.
After four hours of galloping, Chen Xianchao was not tired, and so was his fierce horse.
There was more than just Chen Xianchao beside the bonfire.
This fire was not started by Chen Xianchao.
A bearded man with a green-edged sword, and a hare roasting on the bonfire, the smell of meat filling the air.
The man took two bottles of wine from the carriage and handed one to Chen Xianchao.
"You came just in time, this meat is at its most tender."
The man tore half of the rabbit meat, and Chen Xianchao took it, took a sip of wine, and ate the meat.
The two of them didn't talk, just eating and drinking separately.
The branches crackled in the bonfire, the wine warmed the body, and the meat filled the belly.
The man finished eating and wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.
"My name is Murong Qingfeng."
Chen Xian said: "I haven't finished eating yet."
"I'm waiting for you."
Murong Qingfeng looked at the moon in the sky, slowly wiped his long sword, and seemed to be saying to himself: "The Southern Dynasties have not fought for a long time. In fact, no one can be blamed for this war. After Dajing and Zhou Dynasty destroyed the country, sooner or later Dali will also Will go south."
"The people in the imperial court are used to being pampered. They think that catching someone can prevent a national war. Even children in the countryside are not so naive. Maybe they are just unwilling to be deceived by Mu Qinghong."
"The people of Taohua Town are immortal, including Gu Shengnan and Gu Miaozai. Do you think the emperor of Da Li dares to send his troops south?"
Chen Xianchao took a sip of wine and put down the flask.
"I'm stuffed."
Murong Qingfeng said: "It's good to be full. Only when you are full can you have the strength to kill."
Jing Chao's sword has been unsheathed.
Murong Qingfeng's sword was trembling.
"What a fine sword."
"Is it made of Situ Tie?"
"his son."
Murong Qingfeng smiled and said: "That boy is not bad. He has not lost his name as Situ of Dajing."
The fierce horses trampled the grass.
The night wind swept the campfire.
Chen Xian thrust out his sword very quickly.
Murong Qingfeng used his sword to block it. The moment the swords collided, the energy around the two men shook, and a circle of waves spread out.
Chen Xianchao thrust out his foot, Murong Qingfeng ducked sideways and separated his swords.
Chen Xianchao pursued the sword again and stabbed Murong Qingfeng in the chest. Murong Qingfeng slashed down with his sword. While blocking Chen Xianchao's sword, he raised his sword and swept across, spinning his feet like the wind. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight swords were slashed out.
Chen Xian moved to the left and right to block him, retreating step by step. Even so, three sword blades fell on his clothes. As soon as they started fighting, Murong Qingfeng's tyranny was immediately revealed.
"My qualifications are dull, and I may not be able to reach this level in my whole life. I also yearn for innateness, and I also want to be a master in the eyes of the world. I heard that you took Qingpingguan's Nine Yang Seven-petal Flower, which is a spiritual medicine , one leaf can increase the force within ten years.”
Chen Xian said: "I have already eaten."
Murong Qingfeng said: "That's really a pity. It seems that seventy years of internal strength haven't given you much tyranny."
Chen Xianchao said: "The techniques I practice are somewhat different."
Murong Qingfeng said: "Your sword still needs to be sharpened, but it is a pity that you will die by my sword tonight."
Chen Xian said: "Perhaps you will die first."
Murong Qingfeng stabbed with his long sword, his movement was like a dragon, and his sword and sword rushed towards Chen Xianchao's vital points.
"The Southern Dynasty Divine Catcher Division has issued a wanted order for you. With their style, they will definitely send six great Divine Catchers to chase you. My sword is the Chuixue Sword Technique of Chuixuejian Shengzhuang, the leader of the six. You have to see it clearly. The only flaw in his swordsmanship is the moment when Fubuki Wusei Snowman's sword is sheathed."
The sword is like falling snow.
Chen Xianchao felt a chill in his throat as the tip of the sword grazed his skin. He stepped back and saw the flaw exposed when Murong Qingfeng sheathed his sword.
Just for a moment.
It was already too late for him to hold the sword and leave again.
Chen Xianchao didn't understand why Murong Qingfeng suddenly mentioned this matter, but he saw Murong Qingfeng coming close to the ground with his sword like a snake.
