As the semi-saints fell down after being hit, the sword blade dragon slowly dissipated, and the hall returned to peace again.

Many half-saints who were injured on the ground, Yan Shisan, who stood with his hands behind his back on the King's Stone Platform, had a trace of unconcealed fear flashed in his eyes.

"Xiaobai, you are using a sword. I will take this Tianbing Sword for you."

Xuan Yu saw Xiaobai's expression moving in the center of his eyes, smiled gently, and said gently. If he could help her get the Tianbing Sword at this time, he would definitely be able to capture the other party's heart in one fell swoop.

The second uncle who was Xuanyu next to him changed his expression when he heard this.

Xiaobai couldn't help but frowned deeply. Seeing that Xuan Yu was about to take action, he said in a hurry: "No, I'll just get it myself."

Seeing Xiaobai flying out first, Jiang Zimo and Mu Xinya followed closely.

Xuan Yu's expression changed slightly. Unexpectedly, in order not to appreciate his affection, Xiaobai took action himself, snorted coldly and was about to get up and come out.

"Don't, don't be impulsive. This person is Yan Shisan, the evil genius of the King's Family. You are not his opponent."

Xuanyu's second uncle quickly stopped him and told him about the horrors of the kingly family.

After listening to the other party’s narrative, Xuan Yu’s expression changed and he slowly stopped his intention to take action. The way of killing swordsmanship, if the origin of life is really damaged, my future will be completely destroyed.

Xiao Chen, who had been planning to watch the show, suddenly saw a familiar figure flying out of the crowd, his face was stunned, and he smiled helplessly, "I really shouldn't have let her go to the sword path at the beginning."

With a light step, Xiao Chen flew away in a blue dragon phantom, wanting to stop Xiaobai in advance.

Yan Shisan's killing sword art is obviously different from the killing artistic conception of ordinary warriors. It is a pure and ultimate killing art. Using killing as a sword to destroy all things and destroy all life. If you are accidentally injured by the origin, it cannot be restored by cultivation in a few days.

The dragon roared in the nine heavens, resounding all directions, flying in the dragon. Xiao Chen jumped up and rushed to the front of Xiaobai and Jiang Zi, Momu Xinya.

On the stone platform up to a hundred meters in front, Yan Shisan stood with his hands behind his back, without any movement, but the mad dragon formed by three killing sword blades was swelling up and down around him.

As soon as he saw someone coming, he immediately roared and rushed over.

Kill and kill!

Xiao Chen faced the crazy dragon composed of these three killing blades and personally experienced the killing meaning contained in the sword blade.

Ten thousand swords ahead were fighting, and each sword was exposed with ferocious expression, like a ferocious beast showing its fangs, roaring and shouting, and the sounds gathered together.

It condensed into thousands of killing words, like ups and downs, pouring into Xiao Chen's mind, causing him to feel distracted and feel frightened.

Xiao Chen finally understood that those semi-saints were very struggling and exhausted to deal with the crazy dragon formed by a sword blade, and eventually lost.

It’s not that they are too weak, but that Yan Shisan is too strong, and the sword power of killing is too strong, killing all things in the world and destroying eternal vitality!

As long as your state of mind and mental power are slightly inferior to him, you will be swallowed up by the cold and ruthless killing sword in front of him like a pig or dog.

No matter how strong your true energy is, no matter how many martial arts or secret treasures you have, you can't even use ten or seven points of strength. If you fail, it will be a matter of every minute.

Xiao Chen roared wildly, and the mental power in the sea of ​​consciousness was like rivers tumbling and waves surging. Under the turbulent surging, he drove out the words "kill" from his mind.

The state of mind returned to normal, and Xiao Chen's eyes were clear. In the world, countless magnificent sings sounded, floating back and forth in the hall.

The hymn tells the distant legend. Every time the rings of history fly in a big circle, the ancient epic becomes even heavier.

The energy and spirit, three kinds of power are consumed and condensed at the same time, and the power controlled by Xiao Chen is also rapidly increasing, watching the three sword blades flying towards him.

Taking a step forward, Xiao Chen advanced instead of retreating and punched him out.

The God Fist of the Heavens, the distant legend!

Thousands of lights are dazzling and condensed into substance, like ink and paint, tilted out. They collided with the killing mad dragon composed of thousands of sword blades.

A heavy sound was heard one by one in the hall. Every ray of light and the sword blade of killing were fighting desperately, like two army of ten thousand people fighting fiercely on the battlefield.

The battle song was passionate, the blood was like fog, and the fierce fighting was fierce, and terrifying auras were heard, splashing everywhere, and roaring explosions were heard on the ground.

The entire hall began to shake violently, urgently, as if a mountain torrent exploded and snow-capped mountains collapsed. At a critical moment, if you don’t run away, you will immediately suffer a catastrophe.

This is the tomb of the Star King in the Sky, so there will naturally be no mountain torrents and snow-capped mountains, but the atmosphere evolved from the fight between the two.

Many people had heavy faces, and looked at the two people in the air with horror flashing in their eyes.

What a terrifying genius, the battle under the Martial Saint, has evolved into such a terrifying atmosphere, making people afraid to watch and stop.

When everything disappeared and the storm was gone, I raised my eyes and looked into the distance. Yan Shisan's terrifying sword blade mad dragon was actually blocked by Xiao Chen.

The killing sword blade Mad Dragon, which made many half-saints, was defeated every second, was beaten up by someone for the first time, and in the head-on confrontation, he fought to the point of being equal.

"It's him, the white-robed swordsman Xiao Chen!"

Many people recognized Xiao Chen's appearance in the chaos. On that day, he shouted in Hunluo City and retreated the evil man Wu Yuankai.

His reputation spread throughout Hunluo City, where most of the warriors from Hunluo Prefecture were remembered. After a moment of recollection, he remembered Xiao Chen's identity and origin.

Seeing that he was able to compete with Yan Shisan, he was undoubtedly surprised and looked at it with concentration.

Xiaobai's pure and charming face was filled with joy, and the corners of his eyes were misty, and he couldn't help but go forward and hug Xiao Chen.

"Don't move, stand behind me and come back to scold you. Do you know how dangerous it was just now!"

A familiar voice sounded, Xiaobai felt a little aggrieved with a bitter face, but he was still obedient and stepped back with Mu Xinya Jiang Zimo.

Xuan Yu in the crowd saw this scene. He had been with Xiaobai for so long, but he had never seen Xiaobai look so well-behaved. The fire of jealousy was burning in his heart.

"I'll let you show off. When you are seriously injured by Yan Shisan, I'll humiliate you again." Xuan Yu glanced at Xiao Chen and said viciously in his heart.

With the stone platform with the Tianbing Sword in his arms, Yan Shisan was wearing black clothes, his body was like a javelin, his straight body was as motionless as a mountain, and there was no unnecessary expression on his cold face.

Besides being cold, it is still cold.

"Since you are a swordsman, why use some of the gods' paths?"

As his eyes narrowed, a trace of anger flashed in Yan Shisan's eyes, and he stabbed Xiao Chen like a sharp blade.

Xiao Chen smiled bitterly in his heart. This person was afraid that he had misunderstood and felt that he had underestimated him. He would forget that he would not have a knife, but he would use other tricks to deal with him.

But in Xiao Chen's current situation, the three kinds of energy fused by the Heavenly God Fist has actually escaped from the original Heavenly God Fist, and is not much weaker than Xiao Chen's sword technique.

In terms of explosive power and destructive power alone, it is even better.

However, since Yan Shisan said so, Xiao Chen had no intention of letting him continue to misunderstand, and he would use the knife as soon as he could.

The Qing Emperor's sword drawing technique has been delayed these days, and now he can instantly emerge from ninety-nine to eighty-one different trajectories.

The other party has a peak-to-achieve sword intent, and his sword intent has reached 70%. The sword intent is naturally stronger than the sword intent. Although the realm is much worse, it will not collapse immediately.

With the Yueying Sword in his hand, Xiao Chen rode the Qinglong and slowly held the hilt of the knife with his right hand. The sword momentum immediately merged the surrounding environment and his own artistic conception, covering Yan Shisan.

Yan Shisan was distracted at first, and then his eyes lit up, and his face gradually became solemn. He could not see through Xiao Chen's direction and trajectory of his attack.

In the void, Xiao Chen was holding a knife everywhere, and there was no place in front, up and down, and it seemed that there was a possible location where he used the knife.

"It's interesting, but in the face of powerful strength, the skill is also a cloud of clouds."

Yan Shisan nodded in his heart, admitting that he was not as good as the other party in the art of drawing swords, but he didn't care too much. The absolute strength was too different, so the other party could not have used this advantage to kill him in one stroke.

As long as he couldn't kill himself in seconds, Yan Shisan could kill the other party in an instant, because in his opinion, Xiao Chen had only one chance to kill him.

At the entrance of the palace in the distance, Nangong Qiong saw that the two seemed to fight, and they couldn't help but feel a mess.

"This Xiao Chen is really worry-free. He looks gentle and quiet. He is completely crazy when he sees a beautiful woman. He dares to mess with anyone."

"No, I asked myself about my national character and was no worse than that little fox. Why didn't he react to me?"

"Bao, I want to go where I want to go. I have to stop them, otherwise I will arrive at the core of the palace later, and Xiao Chen will probably not be able to open the stone tablet for me."

Just as Yan Shisan's hand was about to touch the hilt of his sword, a simple wooden umbrella slowly arrived. Nangong Qiong held the umbrella handle and smiled slightly, and appeared beside Xiao Chen.

"Thirteenth Young Master, long time no see."

Yan Shisan was obviously surprised to see Nangong Qiong's appearance, and even walked with Xiao Chen, secretly transmitting a message: "Wing Qiong, do you want to help him?"

"Don't worry, you can't fight with this person anyway, just take your Tianbing Sword and leave."

The two talked quickly for a few words. Yan Shisan glanced at Xiaobai behind Xiao Chen, thinking, holding his black sword and gently sent it forward.

Yan Shisan said calmly: "My Yan family is not short of divine weapons, but the Tian Ice Sword and my killing sword are the most in line with each other, so I have to get it."

"The sword in my hand is called Xueyu. In terms of material, craftsmanship, and the charm of the gods are no worse than the Tianbing Sword. If there is another five years of rhyme, it will become a magic weapon. I will give it to the little girl behind you."

With a light throw, the black light on the Xueyu Sword peeled off like paint. It was the killing aura that Yan Shisan tempered on it for many years.

When the black light disappeared, the Xueyu Sword restored its original appearance, as white as snow, spotless and cold light was restrained.
Chapter completed!