Xiao Chen frowned and turned to look. A large number of warriors gathered at the exit of the tomb passage, fighting with a spider-type beast with a very strange aura.

The reason why the ferocious beast is that although the terrifying aura spreads out from its body, it cannot see any breath of life.

"Interestingly, it's a demon lever made of the Starry Sky Poison Spider. I want this demon puppet."

When Nangong Qiong saw this ferocious beast, his bright eyes immediately showed a hint of joy.

With a casual wave, an ancient wooden umbrella appeared in her hand, and an ancient aura radiated from the simple wooden umbrella. Xiao Chen focused his attention and saw hundreds of Tiansheng Laws as thick as an arm around the wooden umbrella.

"Holy high-level secret treasure!"

Xiao Chen's pupils shrank, and a deep sense of surprise flashed in his eyes. This girl was really mysterious and could take out a high-level holy treasure at will.

"Xiao Chen, be careful, don't be sold by this woman. If I guess her origin is right, it will definitely be a certain kingly family. Her name may be a pseudonym." Ao Jiao, the fairy ring, reminded.

Xiao Chen nodded and said calmly: ~ "Don't worry, my Yin-Yang Flame Diagram and the Power Characters have never been useful. After all, she is not a Martial Saint, and I still have some trump cards to her."

Nangong Qiong went quickly and came quickly. In just one cup of tea, he returned to Xiao Chen.

In her palm, a small starry sky poisonous spider appeared like a doll, putting it away. Nangong Qiong smiled and said, "Let's go ahead and see the treasure not taken away by the Tianpeng clan. No wonder this group of people were blocked by the starry sky poisonous spider and were still holding it to death."

When Xiao Chen heard the existence of the treasure, he walked away first and crossed the entrance. The scene in front of him suddenly became clear.

A palace decorated with a vast and atmospheric decoration appeared in front of Xiao Chen, and all the warriors who came in from various entrances gathered here.

In addition to the other true disciples of the six sects, the demon geniuses, Xiaotian Monkey Maple, and Silver Moon Spirit Fox Xuanyu, who were particularly careful of, also stayed here.

But at this moment it seemed very quiet. No one said anything about heroes from all sides. The atmosphere was quiet and strange.

In the center of the palace, there is a towering stone platform. On the top of the stone platform is a black, cold and introverted sword. It looks like it is not an ordinary person at first glance.

"Tianbing Sword!"

Nangong Qiong exclaimed softly, then suddenly said: "So that's it. No wonder Yan Shisan came here from thousands of miles away. I said that he was majoring in the killing sword. How could the remnants of the map be so attractive to him?"

The Tianbing Sword is the King of Heaven, forged with the source of the formation of the Tianbing Star. Unfortunately, after the creation, there was a lack of such a little spiritual charm.

The King of Heaven was very disappointed and kept it on the shelf and never used it before.

This sword heavenly king doesn't like it, but in the eyes of others, it is a peerless treasure. As long as the rhyme develops the spirit of the weapon, it is a superior secondary magic weapon.

A fragment of the divine weapon of Emperor Lei can attract the Martial Saint of Hunluo City to take action.

At this moment, a sword that can definitely become a secondary magic weapon can be cultivated properly at this moment. It is naturally self-evident.

Everyone wants to obtain the Tianbing Sword, but no one dares to act rashly. The genius who is usually arrogant has become cautious.

Everyone knows that if a gun strikes a bird, and then arbitrary action will definitely offend everyone at once and become the target of everyone's attack.

They are all waiting, waiting for a chaotic situation, but fortunately they take action in chaos.

Huh!

In this quiet and weird atmosphere, a black figure floated gently. Without any hesitation, the others stood carelessly on the stone platform with murderous eyes.

That was a young swordsman wearing a black shirt, slender and cold-faced, and was the person Nangong Qiong was most afraid of - Yan Shisan.

While many geniuses did not dare to arouse public anger and waited quietly, the black-shirted swordsman stood up calmly.

"Yes, I want a good sword!"

Many heroes were eyeing each other with murderous intent, but Yan Shisan ignored it and reached out to grab the dark hilt of the sword.

"Where did the nameless boy come from, and he dares to talk nonsense here!"

"The Tianbing Sword is a treasure of our Tianpeng clan, and no one is allowed to rob it!"

Yan Shisan is not very famous here, or he is too famous to know his origin if he is less than a certain level.

Seeing that he was going to hold the Tian Ice Sword, the three half-saints of the Tianpeng clan immediately became particularly angry and quickly showed their true nature.

The bones on the back were squirming, and with a bang, two Tianpeng wings spread out, and a swell of wings blew violently, shaking a rapid wind.

The three old men, like lightning, killed Yan Shisan with surging flames.

Yan Shisan's eyebrows and eyes moved, as if he was a little unexpected that these three old men of the Tianpeng clan would be dissatisfied with him taking the Tianbing Sword.

"If you don't practice swords, what's the use of asking for swords? Greedy people often die the fastest."

The steps remained motionless, Yan Shisan glanced slightly, and his fingers trembled gently. In the void, countless buzzing sounds of long swords came, connecting them, as if countless long swords were hidden in the void.

The powerful and pure sword intent flowed around the space, forming invisible sword blades, and the entire hall began to shake constantly.

The swords in the hands of many warriors were about to escape, and they were generally uncontrollably flying out, which made those who were panicked.

"This is the peak of great success in the sword intent!"

A man showed a look of horror on his face and said in disbelief that the peak of great sword intent, and ten thousand sword intents are infinitely close to perfection, and can condense into a sword soul at any time.

Many things that the Martial Saint who had lived for a hundred years could not do were now on a young man.

Suddenly, Yan Shisan's five fingers were still together, and the hidden sword blades in the void stopped buzzing, and the sword blades flowing everywhere also stopped at this moment.

Everything is quiet, silent.

The huge gap seems to make people feel a bit illusion that the powerful and vast peak sword intent just now was real?

Just as such a doubt arose in his heart, Yan Shisan moved and waved his back gently upwards.

boom!

Countless crisp sounds were connected together, forming a rumbling sound like a tide, and countless sword blades hidden in the void all stabbed out.

It gathers together to form a mad dragon composed of a sword blade, the body of a mad dragon, and the sound of thousands of swords sounds together, and an endless sense of killing permeates it.

Bang bang bang bang!

The killing dragon roared past, and the various martial arts performed by the three Tianpeng warriors who showed their original body disappeared by the smoke and smoke.

The sword light flew, and blood was everywhere. Before the three old men could scream, they were cut into countless blood flowers.

The blood melted into the mad dragon. The mad dragon composed of sword light was stained with a faint blood mist, as if it was a blood dragon with a huge murderous aura.

With a casual wave, three half-saints were destroyed, and the entire hall was silent and stunned.

"What's the origin of this guy!"

The hidden kingly family of Yan's family, ordinary people, didn't know that there was such a family. Facing the terrifying strength of Yan Shisan, everyone thought hard, but couldn't think of where such masters were.

"Pretending to be a ghost, I, Wang Ying, will meet you."

A cold wind blew in the field, rolling up a figure and flew towards Yan Shisan, but Teng Peng, a disciple of Xi Zhenzhi of the Blood Shadow Sect, one of the six major sects in Hunluo Prefecture.

Looking at Teng Peng in the cold wind, Yan Shisan raised his eyebrows and said, "It's interesting. Finally, I've come to use a sword, although I'm not practicing any right way."

Holding his right hand on the hilt of the sword, the sword was not sheathed. Yan Shisan shook forward and pointed at it. A condensed black sword energy immediately burst out from the scabbard, as fast as a meteor chasing the moon.

The sword energy contains the killing sword that destroys all things. Wherever it passes, it seems that even the air has lost its vitality and becomes withered.

Click!

The sword energy easily pierced the Yin Feng, penetrated Teng Peng's body-protecting true energy, penetrated the top-grade inner armor he was wearing, and then passed through the body.

The black sword energy spread out, and the intention of killing surging was surging. No matter how Tengpeng resisted it, it could not suppress the killing aura that destroyed all things.

His face was as pale as paper, and the cold wind around Tengpeng dispersed, and he looked exhausted, looking lifeless.

This sword not only hurt his body, but also contained the sword energy of killing, but also directly hurt his life.

"Young Master!"

Mr. Zhao, a half-saint from the Blood Shadow Sect, was shocked and flew out to catch Tengpeng.

“Go together!”

Several half-saint elders looked frightened and angry, and they all rushed towards Yan Shisan.

He looked at Yan Shisan, Wang Ying from the Bone Tomb Hall, and Xiang Fei from the Yao Sheng Hall, hesitated for a moment and also took his half-saint elder to kill him.

If he doesn't get there at this moment, he will defeat him. If he wants to obtain the Tianbing Sword, there will be no chance.

Yan Shisan smiled softly, looking at the more than 20 semi-saints flying over, without any timidity. The black sword didn't even pull out the scabbard and just waved it casually.

Buzzing!

The true energy is stirred, the sword sheath dances lightly, and the crazy dragon formed by killing tenacity is traversing in all directions under the guidance of Yan Shisan.

In the hall, the long sword kept buzzing like a waterfall, with constant sturdy wind whistling, and the four directions were shaking. One by one, the half-saints, who were fighting against the sword blade, were a little powerless, and even more talked about getting close to Yan Shisan.

With one's own strength, he fought against so many semi-saints, and even did not pull out his sword.

Xiao Chen was a little surprised. This guy is really strong and can be photographed. Among the seven giants, only An Junxi can compete with him. If he could keep a distance, the senior sister might have a little chance of winning.

If there were no special adventures in the past few months, no one would be his opponent.

No wonder Nangong Qiong regards him as his biggest opponent.

Xiao Chen thought to himself, "Fortunately, I have practiced a knife, not a sword, so I don't need to fight with this person, otherwise all the trump cards will be exposed."

No swordsman can resist the temptation of the Tianbing Sword. If Xiao Chen practices a sword, no matter how strong Yan Shisan is, he will go up and fight.
Chapter completed!