When entering the villa, Xiao Chen saw Situ Leihong, who was calm and drinking tea with a Yueying knife in his face.

"Haha, Xiao Chen is here, why? I feel that I am not as good as Wen Ziran. Do you want to take the knife back in advance? I want to disappoint you. Without the Ten Thousand Years of Flame Crystal, this knife will not be given to you."

Situ Leihong smiled, but his mouth was not relaxed at all.

Before he finished speaking, the moon shadow knife in Situ Leihong's arms trembled violently. The force was so strong that Situ Leihong's expectation rushed out with a whoosh.

With a hand in hand, Xiao Chen caught the flying Yueying Sword and closed his eyes to feel it. Inside the Yueying Sword, he saw a familiar figure, with his eyes closed and floating above the lake.

Xiao Chen was happy at first, but after a few screams in his heart, Ao Jiao did not open her eyes and couldn't help but rush, "Senior, what's going on."

Situ Leihong flipped his hand and a huge suction force surged in, holding the Yueying Knife into his hand again, and then a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

rub!

But before a second had passed, the Moon Shadow Knife broke free again and flew towards Xiao Chen.

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"Damn!" Situ Leihong cursed without the style of a master, "Is this kid so good? You have worked hard to save me."

After cursing, seeing the sad face on Xiao Chen's face again, Situ Leihong smiled and said, "You kid, don't be in a blessing, don't know if it's good. This is her opportunity. When she wakes up, your sword will have the possibility of winning the list of magic weapons."

When Xiao Chen heard this, his face suddenly showed an uncontrollable joy. He didn't care whether he could win the magic weapon list. As long as he could, he would really come alive and everything would be fine.

"Senior Situ, I will never forget my kindness!"

Xiao Chen knelt on one knee, bowed to Situ Leihong.

A man will not kneel if he has a lot of money.

Kneel to the sky, kneel on the ground, and kneel on the ground, except that, even if Xiao Chen is beaten to death, he will not kneel down to a third person.

But Situ Leihong in front of him could bear his knees and his beloved bow.

Situ Leihong's smile on his face was quite embarrassed by Xiao Chen's kneeling. He waved his hand and dragged Xiao Chen up.

He said helplessly: "You kid, really..."

Somehow he couldn't continue and sighed, Situ said, "I have seen countless people in my life. For a knife, you are the only one who dares to be so persistent. Take the knife, and you can use it with confidence now. With this knife to help Wen Ziran, you can add 20% of your chances of winning."

Xiao Chen remembered something and handed the wooden box containing the ten thousand-year-old flame crystal to Situ.

When he opened the wooden box, Situ Leihong's face changed slightly and he smiled and said, "This Wu Xiaotian's apprentice is also a wonderful person. This battle is interesting. Let's go, don't be pretentious."

Suddenly, Situ Leihong glanced at him and saw Xiao Chen about to draw his sword in the hall. He was shocked to put down the Wannian Yan Crystal and shouted: "Don't move..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, he saw a flash of light flashing, and the entire hall was crushed into pieces by the knife light.

Inside the villa, a ray of sword light rushed into the sky, shaking through the clouds of hundreds of miles and piercing into the sky.

There were long queues of swordsmen on the sword-making peak, looking up in shock, not sure.

Many swordsmen rubbed their swords, and they broke with a few clangs, and the entire sword-making peak was in chaos.

Outside the famous Tiandao City in Xuanyuan, there is a lake named Jiulong Lake.

The lake is clear and vast. At first glance, it is misty and ignorant.

There are nine peaks that exist along the lake, with peaks that are thousands of feet high, and look like a giant dragon, and end up in the sky.

The peaks are like dragons, and the dragons that each peak looks like are different and have very obvious characteristics.

According to rumors, the nine peaks were transformed by the divine dragons from the Immortal Era. In the distant past, someone had heard the mountains roaring and shouting, like the low dragon roar, tragic and desolate.

The legend that makes the mountain transformed by the divine dragon seems a bit mythical and vague.

The mountain peaks are tough and can be hit by a quasi-emperor without falling. Under each mountain is a top-grade spiritual vein suppressed.

In the past, swords and swords competed, and the sword king Wu Xiaotian and the sword king Liu Xiaoyun were not yet emperor. On this Jiulong Lake, they fought nine times and tied nine times, becoming a strong enemy for their lifetime.

The last battle between the two on Jiulong Lake was promoted to quasi-emperor by that time. They represented the top rising stars among the two sects of swords and swords in the Zexuan Realm.

The battle was thrilling and exciting. Even after thousands of years today, it is still popular and is awesome.

The result of the battle is still inconsistent, but at the end of the battle, the two of them, relying on their insights from the battle, simultaneously discovered the bottleneck of Emperor Wu and both became emperors.

In the sky, there were two falling emperors, and they ran to each other. At the same time, they stepped onto the peak, pushed open their respective gates of Emperor Wu, and climbed to the avenue.

It was that battle that made Jiulong Lake, an originally unknown lake, a well-known duel in the Xuanyuan Realm.

The specifications were extremely high. Later, because it was too frequent, Tiandao City stipulated that only quasi-emperor-level existences were allowed to come here to duel.

Perhaps there was really an inexplicable spiritual energy here. After many years, several people fought here to become emperors, making Jiulong Lake's reputation even more famous.

But at the beginning, the grand act of both the Sword King Liu Xiaoyun and the Sword King Wu Xiaotian becoming emperors never appeared again.

Today, Jiulong Lake will stage another duel, opening the door of convenience for two junior swordsmen.

Neither of the duel did not have the cultivation level of the quasi-emperor, but he still allowed the duel in Jiulong Lake.

The reason is nothing else, because the names of these two people are Xiao Chen in white and Wen Ziran under the Sword King.

At this moment, outside the mountain peak, there were countless large ships and flying spirit beasts floating above the white clouds, and there were more warriors standing.

They all looked up at the distance and looked towards the center of Jiulong Lake.

Above the middle of the lake, there is a young man wearing blue clothes, spotless, with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a vague temperament on his body, sitting cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Next to the left hand, a slender sword floated quietly on the water surface.

The scabbard is carved with quaint patterns, and the complex patterns have a vicissitudes of time. The front and back sides of the hilt are engraved with an ancient text, Luoshui.

Around the man in blue, several water men as big as warriors were fighting each other, practicing some mysterious sword technique.

It seems to be a casual sleep, but in fact it does not relax for a moment, and seizes every free time to practice.

Above the clouds, the bow of the boat is better, and from time to time I will turn my head and look away, with a hint of excitement and tension in my expression of expectation.

But every time I look back, I feel disappointed. After a long time, I can't help but feel a little impatient.

"Strange, Wen Ziran arrived early in the morning, why didn't Xiao Chen see him?"

"It's almost noon, it's so anxious."

The warriors who came after hearing the news naturally wanted to watch the duel between Xiao Chen and Wen Ziran, but they couldn't wait for someone for a long time, so they inevitably felt a little anxious.

"No, I've really been told by recent rumors. The knife in Xiao Chen's hand is just a decoration and is completely useless."

"The rumors have been rumored recently. It is said that Xiao Chen was seriously injured in Jiuyou Purgatory and has been suppressing him and cannot fight for a longer period of time."

"I also heard that after Xiao Chen defeated Ouyang Long with three moves on the sword-making peak, he immediately vomited three liters of blood."

"I don't know who opened the game recently. Xiao Chen's odds are all at one and three, but the bets are still rushing to Wen Ziran."

"Haha, it seems something is wrong now. Fortunately, I blocked the temptation and threw all 500,000 black star coins to Wen Ziran."

"Hahaha, so do I. Half of the million-dollar black star coins were invested to Wen Ziran."

"No matter what, Wen Ziran's strength has always been stable. The performance in this Knife Sect Competition is obvious to all. The winning rate is at least 50%, so it's hard to say Xiao Chen."

The competition opens, especially the famous competition, usually someone will open the market, which is not a rare thing in the Kunlun world.

At this moment, Hitachi was coming, and noon was about to pass, but Xiao Chen was still not seen, which made people suspicious.

Above the white clouds, on the deck of the Xuanyu Winner Ship, Jin Dabao was constantly calculating the gambling money he received since the opening.

Lao Jiu was aside, a little excited, and the betting amount was a bit unexpected. If the result was really as fat man said, then this thing would be a big profit.

But if you lose, you not only have to spend all the star coins you got from selling the black goods not long ago, but also have to work for the winner to pay off his debts for the rest of his life.

The two of them were not famous, so they naturally had to ask someone to guarantee the opening. Jin Dabao was so smart that Ying Qiong agreed to protect the market, so that the market could be opened smoothly.

Lao Jiu said nervously: "Why does Master Jiu feel a little weak? Fatty, are you spreading this rumor a bit too much? What if Xiao Chen really loses?"

Jin Dabao shouted: "How is that possible? Three days ago, a sword energy broke through most of the villa. Outsiders don't know, Fat Master, I'm definitely sure that the Yueying Sword has completely recovered."

Ying Qiong, who was standing by, chuckled softly: "This may be possible. Even if the Yueying Sword is unsheathed this time, Xiao Chen's strength will greatly increase, Wen Ziran's Luoshui Sword is not a vegetarian."

"King of Sword Wu Xiaotian, but for this Luoshui Knife, I have spent all my time attacking the magic weapon list in the future."

Jin Dabao said embarrassedly: "Sister, don't scare Fat Master. If Fat Master loses, you will lose the biggest loss."

A trace of cunning flashed in Ying Qiong's eyes. He looked at Jin Dabao up and down, nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, I have the means to recover the cost from you. You should ask God and worship Buddha and bless yourself."

"What do you want to do? Fatty, I won't sell myself." Jin Dabao was so nervous that he was seen by Ying Qiong, and quickly stepped back a few steps.

Ying Qiong couldn't help laughing and laughed: "You are so beautiful that you are just your body fat, how much does it cost per pound!"

Kick!

The blue-clothed swordsman Wen Ziran, who had evolved mysterious martial arts, suddenly shattered one after another, turning into rain and dew, falling from the sky.

Such a change instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Chapter completed!