Murong Jianxin thrust out a sword. Thousands of swords fell from the sky and suddenly became a sword rain. However, in an instant, they gathered into a giant sword of 100 feet and locked onto Chen Xianchao.
He didn't know when he had merged into the giant sword, holding Qi Yuan in his hand, and pressing towards Chen Xianchao with an aura that shattered everything in front of him.
Even Murong Tianhai had to retreat far away, as if the entire Murong Villa was shaking and was about to be completely shattered by Murong Jianxin's sword.
Chen Xianchao's body was roaring, the dragon's roar suddenly resounded through the sky, and then the roar of an elephant shook the ground. Forty-eight martial arts veins were boiling, and the waves of the Danhai were ferocious. He was like a ferocious beast or a wild dragon. Facing Murong Jianxin's sword, The Jingchao Sword in his hand was filled with black light and red lines flashing.
"The Dragon Emperor's immortal body."
"Xianghuang suppresses the power of prison."
Boom, boom, boom.
The ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked, as if it could not bear his heavy and powerful body.
When Qi Abyss was approaching his head, Jing stabbed his sword into the sky.
boom.
A big thunder exploded on Hongye Mountain.
It's like the sky is falling.
Subsequently.
The two swords struck each other, and the waves were like spiral threads, with the two sword tips as the center, rippling three hundred meters in an instant.
Rumble.
There are two sections of a loft in Murong Villa out of thin air.
Sizzle.
The Jingchao Sword's sword had lines running through it like electric currents. Chen Xianchao could see clearly that they were cracks as thin as hair.
But the next moment.
Qi Yuan suddenly collapsed.
Murong Jianxin's body became a kite with broken strings, and was blown away by the wave. Blood spurted out from his mouth, and he fell violently ten meters in front of Chen Xianchao.
Chen Xianchao's energy and blood also surged with this sword, but it was not the secret skill of Murong Jianxin that shocked him. It was the tyranny of Xiang Huang's prison-suppressing power that made him boil. It was the tyranny of the Dragon Emperor's immortal body that made him excited.
Innate middle stage.
already.
Not an opponent.
Murong Jianxin's face instantly turned pale, and he couldn't believe it when he looked at the hilt of Qiyuan's sword in his hand.
"Why?"
"It's impossible for Qiyuan to break!"
Chen Xianchao was already standing in front of him, with Jingchao's sword pointed between his eyebrows.
"Chen Xianchao."
Murong Tianhai suddenly shouted loudly.
Chen Xianchao sheathed his sword, looked at Murong Tianhai, and said calmly: "I will return Murong Qingfeng's life to him."
"kill me."
Murong Jianxin couldn't accept it.
He couldn't accept that he lost to Chen Xianchao, and he couldn't accept that he broke the Qiyuan Sword.
He roared, but was ignored by Chen Xianchao.
Murong Tianhai walked up to Murong Jianxin and said in a deep voice: "Jianxin, you have already lost. The Murong family can afford to lose."
Subsequently.
Looking at Chen Xianchao, he said: "After the fall of Dajing, two swords were forged at Murong Villa. These are the swords that our Murong clan will use to get the title of the best swordsmith in the world from Situ of Dajing."
"Now Qiyuan has been broken into pieces, and there is still a sword."
Chen Xianchao turned around and said: "I have already given Murong Qingfeng's life, and I don't want to compete with you in sword competition."
Murong Tianhai said: "I know your purpose of going to the Compassion Mountain. The sword at Murong Villa is on the Compassion Mountain. It was also the sword that Gu Miaozai and Su Su fought for back then."
"As the owner of that sword, when Murong Villa sent it out, he said that he would let the sword owner cut off Dajing Situ's sword with his own hands. If you want to take away the sword, you must fight Gu Miaozai."
Chen Xianchao walked slowly and said, "Gu Miaozai has promised me that I can take away the sword."
"Chen Xianchao, you only repaid Qingfeng's life. You still owe the Murong family two more lives."
"I want you to try the sword and decide which one is the best in the world with the sword in Gu Miaozai's hand."
Murong Tianhai's words made Chen Xianchao stop in his tracks.
"I promise you."
Compassion Mountain is the first of the three mountains in the Southern Dynasties. It is 3,223 meters high and consists of three peaks: Compassion, Gratitude, and Compassion.
After Gu Miaozai rectified the Sixteen Sword Sects in the Southern Dynasty, he founded a sect in the Compassion Peak and became the first Sword Sect in the Southern Dynasty.
At the bottom of the mountain at this moment.
There are no less than two hundred innate masters from the Jianghu of the Southern Dynasties gathered together.
Everyone vowed to kill Gu Miaozai and become the number one in the Southern Dynasty.
But everyone knows that they want to kill Gu Miaozai for the seventy-two peerless swords that Gu Miaozai snatched when he reorganized the Sixteen Sword Sects of the Southern Dynasties; for the sake of Gu Miaozai inheriting the superior skills of Daoxuan Tianshi of the Tianshi Mansion of the Southern Dynasties. Law.
A full half month.
No one dared to set foot on the mountain road of Compassion Mountain.
The climbing stairs were unattended, but it was like a sharp sword across everyone's neck.
No one dares to be the first to face the sword in the master's hand. They are waiting for an opportunity.
But then came the second-largest Li Dynasty in the world.
Hong Zhilong.
Afterwards, these martial arts masters became like a group of hyenas waiting for prey, scattered left and right, and kept watching until Hong Zhilong stood on the climbing stairs and sat on the ground.
At this moment, he became the person guarding the mountain.
Anyone who wants to go up the mountain must obtain his permission.
"Hong Zhilong, what are you going to do?"
The second best name in the world can bluff people, but some of these people in the world also think highly of themselves.
He asked because he was not sure whether Hong Zhilong would be the one to protect Gu Miaozai when he appeared at this moment.
Hong Zhilong said: "Waiting for someone."
Three days ago, Chen Xianchao came down from Murong Villa and headed towards Compassion Mountain.
In the Southern Dynasty, nothing about Chen Xian Dynasty was a secret.
Thinking of Chen Xianchao's murder of Hong Zhilong's sister on Mount Putuo, these masters immediately felt relieved and even began to have the mentality of watching a show.
Being able to defeat Murong Jianxin, Chen Xianchao is no longer the junior in the Wangqi realm that was passed down from the Great Li Dynasty.
Perhaps after the battle with Hong Zhilong, this group of people can not only strangle the criminals of the Southern Dynasties, but also easily take off the hat of being the second best in the world.
Along the Kowloon River.
Jin Maoling got off the boat with a sullen look on her face and stared at Zhao Xiansong angrily.
Feeling the murderous gaze, Zhao Xiansong smiled and said: "It's windy and rainy, so you can't blame me if the ship sinks? Aren't we also very lucky, won't we make it to the Southern Dynasties alive?"
Jin Maoling snorted and said angrily: "Who said that his ship is famously fast and is guaranteed to find Chen Xianchao before Hong Zhilong?"
Zhao Xiansong said softly: "It's fast, and it sinks fast!"
"I really want to kick you to death."
Dou Yinshan advised: "The wind is strong and the waves are strong. You really can't blame Brother Xiansong for this. Fortunately, there are fishing boats passing by, which is a blessing among misfortunes. I heard from the fisherman that Chen Xianchao has already headed towards the Compassion Mountain, so we have to There can be no further delay.”
Jin Maoling rolled her eyes at Zhao Xiansong again and said, "When Chen Xianchao is dealt with, I will definitely kill you."
Zhao Xiansong said: "There are plenty of opportunities. Now we need three fast horses. Although you have long legs, you can't outrun the horses, right?"
"Get out!"
"The reputation of the Sword King of the Northwest is really wasted. He is as smooth-talking as the gangsters on the streets."
The three of them walked quickly for three miles before arriving at the official road of the Southern Dynasty from a small road.
In the distance, there was immediately the sound of galloping hooves.
Zhao Xiansong smiled and said: "Crazy Mao Ling, wait a moment, the fierce horse is already here."
