This hall, which ordinary people cannot cross, has stood on the top of Dongdao Mountain for almost a hundred years.
now.
As the thousand swords flew into the air, they completely collapsed.
Chen Xianchao put down the tea cup and asked softly: "Tuoba Jingtan, do you want to kill me?"
Tuoba Jingtan also said: "Everyone in the world says that when you kill someone, you always leave a peach blossom behind. I see that you didn't bring a peach blossom with you. It seems that you don't have the courage to kill me."
When the plain sword was unsheathed, the sudden sound of the sword made Zhu Zhang's ears ooze with blood. He threw away He Qiu's head, covered his ears and hid far away beside a boulder.
The scene before him was beyond his understanding.
He has seen thousands of troops charging and fighting, and he has also seen swordsmen competing with each other.
But I have never seen a thousand swords flying together and one sword contending.
One is number one in the world in the eyes of everyone.
One is a land god who was passed down orally in Jianghu in the Southern Dynasties.
Zhu Zhang's heart was beating wildly uncontrollably. At this moment, he forgot about his ambitions and just wanted to watch this battle, and no one would survive until the end.
Between the two of them, there was a stone platform.
Under the majestic aura, it instantly collapsed.
Chen Xianchao thrust out his sword. The sword was like a long snake, and the strange sword technique locked onto Tuoba Jingtan's throat. The long sword rested on his body, and Tuoba Jingtan pushed it out with a palm. His palm landed on the tip of the sword, and a tyrannical force suddenly appeared. With the breath, Chen Xianchao's body was immediately shaken back ten feet.
Tuoba Jingtan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the people like an immortal.
"Chen Xianchao, do you think you can kill me, Tuoba Jingtan, by killing the top ten late-stage innates?"
"Why do you think I'm waiting for you here?"
"I just want everyone in the world to know that I, Tuoba Jingtan, am always number one in the world."
There was no change in Chen Xianchao's cold eyes. He remembered the scene when he first met his mother.
If it weren't for Tuoba Jingtan, her mother would not have chosen to give up her life to protect his safety; if it weren't for Tuoba Jingtan, Gao Zhanlu and Qi Baixing would not have died in Pudu City, abiding by the best rules in the world. .
They died for themselves.
But I always have to find fairness for them.
"Chen Xianchao, this kid is not the real Qingyun realm. He should have taken some kind of pill and forcibly gained power beyond the innate realm, but he has not yet understood the Dao realm."
Chen Xianchao's Danhai began to roll, his martial veins began to boil, and wisps of black and red spiritual energy lingered from his body.
At this moment, his momentum once again surpassed his own at the foot of the Compassion Mountain.
"How should I enter Taoism?"
he suddenly asked himself.
These words made Tuoba Jingtan frown slightly.
The tornado of sword intent began to roll up behind Tuoba Jingtan. There were thousands of swords, each one was an extraordinary sword, and the owner of each sword had left his name in this world.
now.
Gathering into Jackie Chan.
Following Tuoba Jingtan's pointer, a thousand swords struck.
The wind is like an arrow.
Chen Xianchao's body shook, and a dragon roared into the sky.
"The Dragon Emperor's immortal body."
Tuoba Jingtan's pupils shrank, looking at the huge celestial dragon shadow behind Chen Xianchao, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Pretend to be a ghost."
"Emperor's Sword Three Thousand: Kill a Hundred Worlds."
Coming roaring.
One sword has hundreds of sword intentions.
Chen Xian moved toward Hengjian to block it. Hundreds of sword intentions on this sword fell like a sudden rain. Each one was sharp and heavy. The plain sword was flying. The first sword was not over yet. The second sword also had hundreds of sword intentions, whizzing out. to.
Then the third sword and the fourth sword came one after another.
In just the blink of an eye, Chen Xianchao was shrouded in sword intent and wrapped in sword shadow.
The sound of two swords clashing could be heard, and until the thousand swords fell, the area where Chen Xianchao was located could no longer be seen clearly.
Everything is covered by the sword intention. It is the sword intention mad dragon, causing the earth to crack and flying sand and rocks.
Zhu Zhang looked desperate. With such a terrifying sword technique, no one could survive under this sword.
He wanted to escape, but suddenly he saw a golden light flashing in the mad dragon of sword intention, piercing the mad dragon and shooting towards Tianque.
"The Emperor's Sword Technique: The Fourth Sword."
"My sword will kill all the immortals in the sky."
Buzz.
It was a buzz.
Tuoba Jingtan also felt his head roaring, and watched his Thousand Swords instantly turn into powder. Before he could react, the wild sword energy from Chen Xianchao's sword had already landed on him.
As the sword energy entered his body, Tuoba Jing pursed his lips slightly and swallowed the blood in his mouth. It was an accident and the sword hurt him.
But Chen Xianchao, who was in the Hundred Slash Realm, also looked very embarrassed.
His black hair was loose and hanging on his chest; his upper body clothes were torn, and his chest was covered with sword wounds, but not a drop of blood was left from those wounds that turned the flesh.
Tuoba Jingtan never holds anything back when fighting with others.
He is very confident that Bai Zhan Dajie can kill anyone in the world.
But looking at Chen Xianchao who was still staring at him coldly, he sighed and said: "The Great Emperor's Scripture is indeed not an ordinary technique. Maybe I should have abandoned my realm and practiced this technique again."
"Even Chen Jingxuan has never used that sword just now. You have surpassed your father. It's a pity that you can't die with dignity like your father."
Tuoba Jingtan stretched out his hand to grab it, and a long red sword flew in front of him from the depths of the sect. He held the hilt with his five fingers, pointed the sword at Chen Xianchao, and said, "Do you know the origin of this sword?"
"It's called blood-drinking sword, and it was the sword worn by Tianxiu in those days. A scholar took a step forward and drank all the blood of people in the world with this sword. When the blood-drinking sword did not withdraw from the world, the Situ family's sword did not dare to come out. Murong The sword of the Villa dare not come out of the furnace."
"Chen Xianchao, you are lucky to die under this sword. It will allow you to die without pain."
Chen Xianchao picked up his plain sword and asked, "Is your wording the best in the world? You talk too much."
Tuoba Jingtan laughed and said: "I just want you to understand your death better. Since you are eager to die, I will help you."
call out.
A sword blew up.
Tuoba Jingtan has arrived in front of Chen Xianchao, his sword dancing like a strong wind.
Clang clang clang.
The plain sword flew left and right.
Every time he blocked a sword, Chen Xianchao saw that the edge of the plain sword was missing a hole.
The blood-drinking sword is so sharp that it is hard to stop it.
In an instant, the two exchanged more than a hundred swords.
Chen Xianchao was surprised.
Tuoba Jingtan was even more surprised.
Chen Xianchao's cultivation has far exceeded his expectations.
"Let's see how long you can hold on."
Tuoba Jingtan's sword was getting faster and faster, and his figure had already appeared as a phantom. He became a nightmare dancing in front of Chen Xianchao.
The two of them fought from the ground to mid-air, from close to far away.
There was always a sword wound on their bodies, but it could not stop the momentum of the two fighting with each other.
During the sword energy, no building in Putuo Mountain was spared. Even the medicine farmers hiding in the corners were torn apart by the sword energy.
Only Zhu Zhang was lying on the ground, his sword energy blocked by the boulder.
suddenly.
Heaven and earth are silent.
Zhu Zhang suddenly looked at it.
Just when he saw Tuoba Jingtan's blood-drinking blood penetrated Chen Xianchao's chest, the sword entered horizontally, giving Chen Xianchao no chance to avoid the sword piercing his heart.
"They say you can't be killed."
"So I'm curious, will this sword kill you?"
Tuoba Jingtan let go of the blood-drinking sword and said with a smile: "I forgot to tell you that there is a blood groove on the sword of the blood-drinking sword. When the sword body enters the body, the blood in your body will flow out of the body along the blood groove. This sword It’s called drinking blood, I think it’s more appropriate to call it bloodletting.”
"Qi Baixing once told me that the sword is the swordsman's life. Losing the sword means losing the life."
Tuoba Jingtan said: "It's a pity that my sword is stuck in your heart now. I lost my sword and you lost your life."
Uh-huh.
The green light of the plain sword flashed.
Tuoba Jingtan's pupils suddenly widened.
