Emperor of Nine Suns

At this moment, even the supreme elder gave Yao Jinghai a look of surprise.

There are not many weapons of this level, even in the entire Biquan Xianzong. This little disciple actually has one, even though it is a damaged sword, it is surprising enough!

This disciple actually has such a precious sword!

Seeing the eyes of almost everyone on the field flocking to her, the corner of Yao Jinghai's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile. The sect disciples flash their swords before the fight, one is for politeness, and the other is to build momentum. Now everyone's eyes are on him, which invisibly encourages a trace of imperial aura tempered by the Zihuang Beichen Jue that he practiced. "Fiction" novel chapters are updated the fastest

The emperor itself should be the focus of attention, this is a general trend.

"Bright sword!"

Yao Jinghai raised his eyebrows at Chu Chen with his eyelids closed.

Chu Chen smiled slightly. Seeing that the Purple Emperor Dragon Chanting Sword was so powerful and radiant, he shook his head slightly, and pulled out a pitch-black, ancient and unpretentious long sword from the storage ring with his backhand.

I don't know what kind of material this long sword is made of. It looks neither gold nor jade nor stone nor wood. A bar of iron formed naturally from a single block of black heterogeneous rock.

As soon as this simple long sword was revealed, everyone frowned involuntarily.

After looking at Yao Jinghai's radiant, noble and gorgeous Purple Emperor's Sword, and then looking at Chu Chen's, which looks like a roughly carved half-finished iron rod, the comparison of the two makes people shake their heads and sigh.

As the saying goes, if you compare people, you will die, if you compare goods, you will throw them away! Such a weapon is just like a toy that a ten-year-old naughty boy carves out of a piece of wood. Except that it barely has the shape of a sword, it is just like a toy!

However, Chu Chen took great care of this long sword. He gently stroked the blade of the long sword with his fingers, as if looking at his beloved woman, with extremely firm eyes: "This sword is called... ...cut the dog!"

Everyone couldn't help laughing, the sword is ugly, the name is even worse, it's like garbage. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

But Yao Jinghai knew very well that Zhangou must not be the real name of the black sword, and it was obvious that Chu Chen deliberately provoked him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chu Chen suddenly raised the black iron rod in his hand,

Point to the sky.

Boom!

Above the nine heavens, a muffled thunder exploded, resounding throughout the entire world!

Is it going to rain?

Someone looked at the sky hesitantly, and was stunned for a while, but saw the bright sun hanging high above the sky, and the sky was so clear that there was no cloudy look at all!

Killing the dog, of course, is not the name of this sword.

This divine sword made by Wang Tie has no name, and Xu Tiejiang suggested that Chu Chen call it nameless before it awakens.

The weapon made by Wang Tie has the soul of the sword, but Chu Chen's current spiritual water state, or even the spiritual spring state, cannot awaken the sword spirit, so it is temporarily named Wuming.

"From now on, I will never make swords again..."

Chu Chen will always remember Xu Tiejiang's sigh when he handed him the black sword.

"Why?"

"Because this sword has reached the pinnacle of sword making in my life, I will never forge a better sword than this divine sword..." Blacksmith Xu smiled, "In the future, I will kěnéng make stoves, cauldrons, and pots Things like that, but never forging swords again."

Chu Chen held the King's Sword in his hand, and the blood in his whole body began to boil.

"If you don't have a weapon at your fingertips, tell me, I'll give you a good sword. Why did you take out such a stick? It makes me feel that the victory is invincible."

The Purple Emperor Dragon Chanting Sword in Yao Jinghai's hand pointed directly at Chu Chen, "But I will kill you anyway."

Chu Chen also pointed the black sword in his hand forward, and said flatly, "Even if my hand is really a stick, it can crush you."

In the eyes of everyone, Chu Chen confronted Yao Jinghai's Zihuanglongyin sword with an iron rod. The confrontation, and then swept around like a storm.

Some disciples with low cultivation bases almost stopped breathing, so they couldn't laugh.

"Come!"

Yao Jinghai shook his hand, and the purple sword light in the sky disappeared into the sword body like water, "I will let you make three moves first, and then as long as the stick in your hand is not cut off by my sword, you will not lose."

"haha, really?"

The corner of Chu Chen's mouth narrowed, and the next moment, his figure suddenly moved, turning into a gray shadow and shooting towards Yao Jinghai. The nameless long sword, which was as black as ink, drew a beautiful black arc in the void, towards Yao Jinghai cut off!

This sword... has no sound?

The corners of Yao Jinghai's eyes twitched, but the sharper the sword, the easier it is to make a screaming sound that splits the air when it is swung rapidly. The purer and crisper the sound quality, the better the quality of the sword.

But when the long sword in Chu Chen's hand was swiping rapidly, he couldn't even make a sound? why is that? You know, even if you hold a tattered stick in your hand, it will make a loud noise when you swing it!

Chu Chen's Sùdù was too fast, it completely turned into a gray shadow. Therefore, Yao Jinghai didn't have time to think too much. With a turn of his hand, the Zihuanglongyin was like a purple electric light, heading towards the ink-colored arc.

Chu Chen's Sùdù was about to be cut, and Yao Jinghai's reaction was not slow either. The long sword in his hand came after the first strike, and accurately slashed with Chu Chen's long sword at a rapid speed.

Clang!

An extremely crisp breaking sound resounded in the void like ice and snow being cut. When a purple light and shadow shot up into the sky, everyone's eyes widened in an instant!

Noisy!

The purple light spun around in the void, and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of gold and iron intersecting, it turned out to be half of the purple sword tip!

Everyone was dumbfounded in an instant, even Lu Fei, the great elder of Biquan Xianzong who was sitting on the throne above the ring, couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

Chu Chen stood in front of Yao Jinghai with an indifferent face. The ancient and clumsy long sword in his hand was like a black stone stick, and it was pointed half a foot in front of Yao Jinghai.

On the other hand, Yao Jinghai, who was facing him, looked at the broken sword in his hand with disbelief, unable to turn his mind for a while.

The Purple Emperor Dragon Chanting Sword actually broke! At the moment when the two long swords slashed at each other, this radiant and purple spirit-level divine sword was cut off by a single sword like it was carved from fragile ice and snow! What the hell is going on here?

Not only Yao Jinghai, but everyone watching the battle was stunned at this moment, their minds went blank. What is Zihuanglongyin? That is a divine sword of the spirit weapon level!