The group of people who were originally aggressive stopped, their expressions on their faces were shocked, and they were desperately holding the weapons in their hands that were about to escape.

Xiao Chen only used half a move. These disciples of Biyun Peak who were originally confident and wanted to reward him were forced to advance and retreat, and in a mess, resisted the knife intent in a mess.

Xiao Chen, who was half a step into the realm of the Martial Emperor, was close to invincible. He was very honest with the people who had the highest cultivation level and only had the lowest level of Martial King. To be honest, he could respect them with half a move.

It’s just that because they are all fellow disciples, they are all warriors who use swords. Respect them a little, otherwise they won’t even need to use swords.

call out!

Xiao Chen pulled his hand forward again, and the dark, slender and streamlined moon shadow knife snatched out of the sheath, with dazzling purple light, dazzling glass, and endless knife intentions spreading out unscrupulously.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

The hands of the whole group could no longer hold the weapons. Long swords rose into the sky and kept hovering in the sky.

"Blade intention, this is knife intention!" Biyun Peak's disciples all looked frightened and said in a trembling voice, and retreated desperately.

Xiao Chen's face was calm, and the blade pointed at Song Qianhe who was about to turn around and escape. He pointed from afar, and the murderous intent like a flood in his eyes surged out, and the air suddenly solidified.

The murderous intent was heart-warming. Song Qianhe, who was locked by Xiao Chen's extreme killing artistic conception, felt that his feet were filled with lead, long wind, and it weighed thousands of pounds and could not move.

Bang!

The murderous intent filled my heart and filled my whole body. Song Qianhe felt extremely uncomfortable in his chest, his legs trembled, and his eyes were filled with horror.

With a plop, he could no longer hold on and kneeled directly on the ground.

The pressure in the desperate resister's mind was pressed on the ground with one hand, trying hard to prevent himself from crawling on the ground.

Looking at Xiao Chen, his eyes were full of hatred, and he said gritting his teeth: "Xiao Chen, don't think that you are the top top martial king, you can do whatever you want. Once you enter this Tiandao Pavilion, you will definitely die!"

"The top-grade Martial King? I'm not..."

Xiao Chen said in a plain tone, and the surging crystal sword aura popped out from the blade.

Song Qianhe, who was kneeling on the ground, was immediately cut by the knife breath on his chest. The knife wound was three inches deep, and blood was like a spring, and his internal organs were clearly visible.

Song Qianhe was knocked out, and the expression on his face looked in pain.

This is a great road in Tiandao Pavilion. The disciples from each peak must pass through a road that they want to get out of the mountain. People pass by day and night.

The battle between Xiao Chen and Song Qianhe has attracted many passers-by, and many people are a little skeptical about Xiao Chen's identity.

Hearing Song Qianhe's words, he finally confirmed Xiao Chen's identity. He looked at Xiao Chen with surprise, and his heart was shocked.

"Damn it, it's really him. He hasn't seen him for two years, and he's more than several times stronger than before."

"I have long suspected that it was him. Xiao Chen, a white-robed swordsman, killed a peak master of Tiandao Pavilion, and even dared to walk in casually."

"I actually understood the intention of the sword. No one in our Tiandao Pavilion has understood the intention of the sword for thousands of years. Without the intention of the sword, it is an incomplete swordsman."

"I don't know if this Song Qianhe is lucky or unlucky, but Xiao Chen was touched by him as soon as he came."

The warriors around were talking, and the legendary battle of the white-robed swordsman on the Feitian Platform two years ago seemed to be still in front of him.

If someone else would have doubted Xiao Chen's future strength at that time, no one would deny Xiao Chen's current performance.

That is the beginning of the legend, an epic legend belonging to the white-robed swordsman!

Xiao Chen put his knife back into the sheath, ignored Song Qianhe who was seriously injured behind him, and was surprised by everyone's praise and faced it calmly, not arrogant or irritable.

"Xiao Chen, you kill my father and humiliate me again and again. I, Song Qianhe, will sooner or later make you live worse than death."

Song Qianhe on the ground saw that Xiao Chen didn't take him seriously at all. He was ashamed of humiliation in his heart and shouted like crazy.

anger!

Xiao Chen's calm face completely sank. Who was causing trouble for him again and again and again, trying to kill him?

In the Tiandao Pavilion, who is peeking at the industry of Qingyun Peak, and is a small martial artist in the realm of the dignified Martial King.

Who is it? While he is traveling far away, he asks the killer to deal with him again and again. Who is it that he is taking the blame when he is in danger?

In front of all the people in the world, he attacked him regardless of courtesy, righteousness, integrity and shame, causing Ru Yue to almost die.

It was Song Que, Song Qianhe's father. That kind of scum is not enough to die a thousand times!

But when it came to Song Qianhe's mouth, it turned out that Xiao Chen was unreasonable. Xiao Chen had just started to slander him, making him rude and shameless.

How can there be such a reason in the world? How can he be allowed to turn black and white into nonsense?

Bang! Xiao Chen flashed and kicked Song Qianhe in the chest, flew up in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Don't mention your trash father in front of me, don't think I really dare not kill you. That day I dared to kill your father in front of everyone in the world, and today I dared to kill you!"

Stepping on Song Qianhe's body, Xiao Chen's face was expressionless and his voice was cold. The seriously injured Song Qianhe was so scared that he trembled all over and did not dare to say another word.

Swallowing!

At this moment, I saw the signal from Song Qianhe, and five old seniors from Biyun Peak flew over from a distance.

Song Qianhe, in despair, immediately had a glimmer of hope in his eyes. The person he was waiting for finally came.

"Oh no, all the five elders from Biyun Peak are here. These five people were the top-ranking Martial Kings many years ago."

"It's hard for Xiao Chen to deal with. Song Qianhe and his son are really a sin. They forced the genius from our Tiandao Pavilion away, and they still have to kill them now."

"Yes, if he can represent Tiandao Pavilion to participate in the Five Kingdoms Championship, we can also benefit from it."

"With Xiao Chen's current strength, there is absolutely no problem entering the top 50. At that time, the Tiandao Pavilion will gain luck and our luck will increase."

"It's a pity that Song Que's turtle island ruined our genius in vain. He is such a bastard. Both father and son are not good things."

The young warriors present were all very regretful. You should know that Tiandao Pavilion has not produced a talented warrior like Xiao Chen for a long time. Murong Chong was powerful at the time, but his reputation was far inferior to Xiao Chen.

On that day, Xiao Chen became famous in the Feitiantai battle, and it really soared into the sky.

Even the young disciples of Tiandao Pavilion have gained a lot of benefits and went out to practice. People often ask if they were the same sect as Xiao Chen and would get a positive answer, and they would be given some envious eyes.

You should know that Tiandao Pavilion has been weak for many years and has been pressed by Jianlan Sect and Yehan Palace. As a disciple of Tiandao Pavilion, he has never received such treatment.

Among the younger generation of disciples, they admire Xiao Chen more and have no good feelings for the Song family and son.

Whoever did not have a heroic dream in his heart when he was young, who did not want to become a legend and was respected by thousands of people.

But the reality is too cruel. As such dreams become more sensible, they will laugh it off.

But suddenly one day, they found such heroic deeds and legends, right by their side, how could the blood in their hearts not burn?

At this moment, when Xiao Chen was in trouble, everyone became nervous.

On the contrary to them, Song Qianhe, who was under Xiao Chen's feet, laughed happily on his embarrassed face, laughing happily, laughing to the fullest, and being as happy as possible.

Because he knew that soon, the white-robed swordsman who stepped on his chest would soon be trampled under his feet, and the humiliation and revenge of the past could be repaid immediately.

Five old men wearing Biyun Peak costumes stood in the air. After seeing the unique Peak Master’s request for advice from Biyun Peak, they rushed over immediately.

Unexpectedly, I came one step late, and took a slight scan of the situation and understood what was going on.

"Uncles, he is Xiao Chen, and he killed my father. He only has the cultivation level of the top-ranking Martial King. You have to help me avenge me!" Song Qianhe didn't care that Xiao Chen was trampled on his feet and shouted loudly.

The five old men are all over 80 years old and have a very rich life experience. They glanced at Xiao Chen with a rough look, and then they started to curse in their hearts.

Song Qianhe didn't know what Xiao Chen was, but they could tell after a glance.

This is not the top-level martial king. He is clearly a powerful man at the half-step martial emperor level, and his aura is powerful and long. He is not the kind of half-step martial emperor who grows up by practicing garbage skills.

Song Qianhe, this little bastard, wanted them to go there, but they wanted them to die.

Although the gap between the top-ranked Martial King and the half-step Martial King is not as big as that of the Martial King to the Martial King, it is a difference between heaven and heaven.

The five old men are old and have lived for so long, and they are all smart. They know that the five of them will definitely not be able to keep Xiao Chen, and they will offend a genius warrior for nothing.

Without saying anything, they looked at each other and flew away directly, and went back wherever they came from.

"Why are the five martial kings leaving like this? It's so strange. They couldn't be scared away, right?" The many disciples next to them who were originally worried about Xiao Chen were confused.

Song Qianhe opened his mouth wide, and even the eggs could be easily put down, and the happy smile on his face had not even been able to dissipate.

"Why did you leave without saying a word? These uncles usually love me the most. How could this happen? How could this happen?"

The gap was too big, and Song Qianhe felt a little dizzy in his head, and his brain seemed to have been short-circuited at that moment.

The most miserable thing is that I just fell to the bottom of the valley. I thought I had a chance to turn over, but who knew I fell down hard again.

Song Qianhe, at this moment, had completely felt this feeling. In addition to being seriously injured, his final hope broke and he couldn't kick it in one breath and fainted.

Xiao Chen was not surprised by the actions of the five old men from Biyun Peak. Even though he knew he would lose, he would still have to force him to the point where there would be no such stupid person in this world.

If the five old men were the half-step Martial Emperor, with the resources of the Tiandao Pavilion and their precipitation, there might be 50% chance of defeating him.
Chapter completed!