Sword of Coming

Great Sword Immortal Yue Qing is wearing a robe made in Yifang, with a saber "Xiongzhen Wuyue" hanging from his waist, but Yue Qing actually prefers Jianfang The standard long sword that was cast, so the sword with both hands at this moment was made by the sword workshop. Many sword immortals and earth immortal sword cultivators on the Great Wall of Sword Qi still like to use the ethos of wearing magic robes in Yifang and casting swords in Jianfang. Yue Qing has done a lot.

The female sword fairy Zhou Cheng was still swinging there. A long time ago, the young man who said he wanted to visit his hometown died at the hands of the so-called hometown people for her. Zhou Cheng didn't have a saber, but the golden silk thread sword intent passed down from generation to generation by the masters around her was her swords without scabbards.

The young and handsome Sword Immortal of Jade Realm Wu Chengpei, with red eyes and distorted face, well, well, there are a lot of big demons today, many familiar faces, and many new ones.

Nan Po Suozhou sword fairy Yuan Qingshu stood side by side with the local sword fairy Gao Kui. Gao Kui looked dignified and told Yuan Qingshu the origins and roots of some legendary monsters with his heartfelt voice. The monsters mobilized and gathered in the southern battlefield, which is unprecedented in thousands of years, especially the fourteen big monsters at the forefront on the southern land, and they are the first editions of the old calendars such as "Bai Ze Tu" and "Sou Shan Tu". The existence at the forefront of the world, and the many published editions that have been circulated in Haoran's world will not record them. Even Gao Kui confessed that he had never seen life with his own eyes, this time it was a good thing, the wild world got it all together at one time, saving trouble.

Yuan Qingshu took off a raised sword gourd and drank wine. Every time Gao Kui talked about the ancient origin of a big monster, Yuan Qingshu took a sip of the wine and used the name of the big monster to accompany the wine, which tasted very good.

Taihui Sword Sect Suzerain Han Huaizi was resting with his eyes closed, with his palm resting on the hilt of the saber, tapping it lightly from time to time. Standing beside him was Li Cai, the suzerain of Duckweed Sword Lake who also came from Beiju Luzhou.

Li Cai's eyes are shining, good guy, everyone looks good at fighting.

There are those two foreign tourists who look less like sword fairies and more like fishermen and woodcutters, a pair of close friends on Aiaizhou Mountain, fellow travelers, sword fairies Zhang Shao and Li Ding. With a smile in the heart, everyone has the will to die.

Zhao Gexuan sat on the same spot and looked back. Cheng Quan was supposed to be sitting on the top of the north wall, but he was hit hard by the monster and fell to the ground. Xiu had no choice but to swear and leave. Zhao Gezhen looked away and laughed heartily. He and Cheng Quan had been arguing about this and that since they were young. Cheng Quan has always won the most likes, how is it now? Now I not only have a higher realm, but I only say that this is the first to die, you Cheng Quan, a little Yuanying, has no chance, you, Cheng Quan, just obediently eat ashes behind your ass.

When I get to the bottom, I'll go see her first, I'm mad at you, Cheng Quan.

Nalan Yexing was a little annoyed, these beasts in the wild world, can't they wait a while before they come to seek death? When he returns to the Immortal Realm, when the beasts die under Nalan Yexing's flying sword, won't they be able to die more happily?

It's just that Nalan Yexing is also a little puzzled, the opponent's posture looks a little weird, in the past, the army mighty like a swarm of locusts in the sky, and densely packed like rats and ants on the ground, has not yet gathered, so it's possible that the wild world depends on these big monsters with bare poles , just want to attack the top of the city? Uncle's wine hasn't been sold to the wild world, why the brains of these big monsters have been broken.

Han Huaizi smiled slightly, his expression was free and easy, and he was in high spirits.

After this battle, my Taihui Sword Sect has no shame.

Mr. Yinguan was gearing up, wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand from time to time, and murmured: "It looks like you are going to fight each other. After this fight, as long as you don't die, you can not only drink, but you can also drink to your heart's content."

There is a sword fairy squatting on the edge of the wall, stretching out his hands to caress the edges and corners, his expression is indifferent, and there is still a faint sense of nostalgia that involves life and death.

A sword fairy opened a jug of wine, murmured something in his heart, poured the wine slowly, and threw the jug out of the city.

The old deaf boy had no expression on his face, he just thought about when he could go down to the top of the city and go back to his little den to stay there, the wind on the top of the city was really strong.

Mi Hu's expression was solemn. This time, it can be said that the visitor was extremely unkind.

Li Tuimi in the Immortal Realm smiled wryly, come on, this time, it's no longer that fat little Yan Yan who can eat meat after gaining weight, and seeing the other party's posture, he is also that plate of Chinese food.

I saw that on the vast land south of the city head, there are fourteen seats lined up one by one, but the height is different, and the size of the seats is even more different, just like the strangest patriarch hall in the world.

This is not the same as the setting of seats in Grand Master's Hall.

Except for the fourteen big monsters who looked very strange, the other so-called big monsters, the familiar faces of the Great Wall of Sword Qi for nearly a hundred years, are not so big now. They used to be the most eye-catching and attract the most flying swords every time on the battlefield. These illustrious existences in the past are now obediently standing behind that line.

These are the rules of the wild world, simple, rough, and direct, even more straightforward than the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and it is even more incomparable to Haoran Tianxia, ​​which likes to be vain.

Chen Qingdu put his hands behind his hands, and said with a soft smile: "Sword skills are high enough, and when you look at the picture scroll in front of you, it is a beautiful and magnificent artistic conception. I always feel that you can hit the real place with your sword casually, left and right, what do you think?"

Stretching out his left and right hands to hold the long sword, "I never think so much about drawing a sword."

Chen Qing glanced at the farther south, as expected of the master of this world, if he didn't show up, and stayed a little far away, he really couldn't find it.

Chen Qingdu retracted his gaze, and looked at those guys who were bluffing in battles, some of them had acquaintances, of course, because of various reasons, such as good luck, fast escape, rough skin Thick or something, he was not hacked to death by himself. But it was all a long time ago. As for whether there is a "long time later" story, it is hard to say.

The result of the previous deduction is that if you gather half of the combat power of the wild world, you can eat a Great Wall of Sword Qi. In fact, it is not some words to scare people.

That's the way it is.

It's just that these bastards, big and small, like to fight in the nest, and that old and immortal guy has been dying and never dying, showing up and not showing up, without the backbone of the leader, especially no one who can really restrain him, Chen Qingdu , After all, the sand is still a little loose. Many siege battles that are sure to win are just a little bit fierce, and if the muscles are broken, there will be a big monster who will lead the army to retreat without authorization, and lead the tribal monsters back to recuperate, or The Great Sword Immortals went deep into the enemy's hinterland and killed a certain big monster, and the other big monsters began to be busy encroaching on the power of the dead big monster, and they didn't even care about the sword energy Great Wall that would be useless after they succeeded.

Therefore, there is only one time in history, and it can be regarded as the most dangerous time. It was the Hall of Valor in the wild world, the so-called rat's nest in Chen Qingdu. On nearly half of the thrones, their respective masters appeared. Good profit, and then there was that big battle, probably that one, it was the real tragedy. If Chen Qing remembered correctly, he was the only one left on the top of the whole city at that time. On the other side, the formation was almost broken, completely cutting off the future of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

That time, many old men in the eyes of young sword cultivators died, and many children in the eyes of young sword immortals died.

Chen Qingdu sighed, and said slowly: "For the three parties, there should be a result."

After being a survivor of a prisoner for thousands of years, he should also have an explanation for himself.

Far to the south.

There is a mountain that is broken and hung upside down, and countless huge gravels are penetrated and implicated by iron chains. It is similar to that upside down mountain. The peak of the mountain is facing the ground, and the root of the mountain is facing the sky. The brilliance is dazzling, like the largest gold and copper coin in the world. There is a big demon wearing a golden robe, whose appearance cannot be seen clearly.

The big demon stretched out his hand and grabbed a large handful of golden copper coins that are uncertain in reality, but soon the copper coins flowed back to the ground like water from the fingers, after all, it was not real enough, and it needed so many landscape gods in Haoran Tianxia to complete it Only then will my Golden Essence Throne be worthy of the name. According to the agreement, when I leave the mountain this time, all the fragments of the golden body of the mountain and water gods in the world will be my own. Unfortunately, it is not enough, far from enough If I want to become an existence like the great sun in the sky, the Dao has no limit for thousands of years, and truly become an immortal existence, I have to eat more, it is best to be the reincarnation of the legendary gods in heaven Only by eating can you really feel full!

There is a large Qionglou Yuyu hanging high above the sky and adjacent to each other. There is a big monster in the form of a human sitting on the railing, like a miser guarding a huge family property alone, smiling and looking at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. I have heard of that At the head of the city, further to the north, there is a Tingyun Pavilion made of jasper from the immortal family, and Wanheju, where there are waves of pine waves on a breezy and moonlit night, all of which seem to be able to add some color to your house, but These are tooth-beating sacrifices, and it will be considered satisfactory to occupy the place of the Confucian Chen family who is the "master of the world's memorial archways" in Nan Po Suo Continent, and then take the ancient flying platform in the small Aquarius Continent. , it's even better to have it in the bag.

A huge corpse of a god floating in the air. There is a big monster sitting on the head of the corpse. There is a long spear piercing through the whole head of the god. The body of the gun is hidden. Only the tip and tail of the gun are visible. There is a faint sound of thunder at the tip of the gun. , so that the whole corpse was shaking. The big demon patted the tip of the sword lightly, and heard that the cultivators in Haoran Tianxia are good at the five thunders, especially the Longhushan Heavenly Master's Mansion in the Divine Continent of Central Earth, you can meet for a while.

There is a bone throne made of numerous bones, hundreds of thousands of bones, including monsters and sword cultivators, there is a bloodless bone monster, as white as jade, and the head of an ancient sword fairy is under his feet , the big demon who was holding the wine glass to drink was twitching back and forth with his toes. The big demon no longer drank on his own, changed his sitting position, tilted the wine glass in his hand, and poured the bright red wine on the head. After a while, the head slowly rose. Kong, as more and more drinks were poured out, the head began to grow blood, muscles, and bones bit by bit, and finally turned into an old man with a height of one foot. His appearance was no different from that of a human being. The rainbow light was grasped by the slightly stiff old man, the dull old man with empty eyes, the moment he held the rainbow light, he was like a sword fairy holding a sword, majestic and majestic.

There is an ancient column as high as a thousand feet, engraved with runes that have long been lost, and there is a scarlet long snake circling around it, and there are indifferent dragon pearls around it, circulating erratically. The long snake spat out letters, stared at the wall, smashed the rotten fence that had lasted thousands of years, and smashed the upside-down mountain. It had only one purpose, and it was the last dragon in the world that could barely be regarded as a true dragon. Little guy, from now on, it has to be the one who completes the avenue, the clouds and rain in the two worlds, and the law of water in the sky.

A dilapidated robe slowly emerged. There was nothing inside the robe, and it fluttered in the wind, making a sound of hunting.

When this inexplicable ownerless robe appeared, in the world near the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there were ancient sword intents jumping as if meeting an old friend, there were more sword intents that were crying, and there were countless sword intents that became aggressive and became more and more violent , as if angrily scolding that gray robe.

A beautiful woman wearing an emperor's crown and black dragon robe, with a human head and a dragon body, sits high on a dragon chair the size of a mountain peak. The extremely long body of a dragon drags on the ground. It was a violent tremor with a radius of hundreds of miles, and the dust was flying. Compared with her huge body, there are hundreds of graceful women who are as small as dust, like the flying sky on the mural, with ribbons fluttering and pipa in her arms.

There was a short old man hovering with a sword, his arms were as long as apes, he carried a long stick on his shoulders, and his hands rested on the stick casually. He had white eyebrows and hair, but he was dressed in black. Inhale, and suck one or two pipa girls from the neighbor into your mouth, chewing carefully. One of the old man's hands was wearing a string of rosary beads, but the rosary beads were quite rough, just large and small stones with sharp edges and corners.

The woman sitting on the dragon chair and wearing the crown next to the old man didn't take it seriously, and waved her sleeves, and took the initiative to pat a dozen "handmaids" at the old man, letting him eat to satisfy his hunger.

A Taoist man wearing a snow-white Taoist robe, sitting in the air, his face is blurred, and his height is three hundred feet, but he is not a Dharma image, but his real body. There is a bright crescent moon hovering behind the Taoist, as if it has been picked from the sky and brought to the world.

There was the giant with three heads and six arms, sitting on a huge futon made of golden books, even if he was sitting on the ground like this, he was still taller than the "neighbor" Taoist, and there was a shocking sword mark on his chest , As deep as a ravine, the giant did not deliberately cover up, such a shameful humiliation, when to find the place, when to smooth it out.

At a very high place, there is a man with a big beard and neat clothes, with a knife on his waist and a sword behind his back. Standing beside him was a young man with a sword stand, dressed in ragged clothes, with a lot of swords inserted in the sword stand, and was carried by the thin young man behind his back, like a peacock spreading its tail.

The last time a group of heroes gathered in the Hall of Valor for a secret meeting, he had clearly received an edict, but he was still not there, and he was not happy to show his face, but no one dared to say anything at that time.

At a higher place, there is a man in a Confucian shirt sitting upright, with a smile on his face, his hands are folded on his abdomen, and there is a fist-sized light in his palm, which is suddenly white, suddenly dark, and suddenly colorful.

An extremely handsome young man, whose position is neither high nor low, not only transformed into a human figure, but his figure is only the same height as ordinary people, but upon closer inspection, his face is actually pieced together, with a belt hanging around his waist. Only a time-honored sword-raising gourd, filled with the remnant soul of the sword fairy, and many natal flying swords with wear and tear, he is similar to the big monsters with high and low seats around him, he has not been alive for too long, Yangjian The things in the gourd are enshrined by generations of disciples and grandchildren.

A burly man in golden armor stood with his feet on the ground, his fists clenched tightly, and a golden light as thick as oil and water continuously flowed out from the gap in the armor. This pair of golden armor, whose rank of immortal soldiers tends to be fragmented, is not a treasure that is actively worn on the body, but a cage like a small world.

Thousands of years ago, the human race ascended to the top, and the monster race was expelled to a barbaric land with a vast territory but poor resources and aura. Then the sword cultivators were exiled to the present Jianqi Great Wall, and began to build a city to guard it. This is the so-called barren world today. , one of the people who were divided into four in the past. The wild world has just officially become the beginning of "One World". The world is just formed, like a newborn, and the Dao is still in its infancy, not yet stable. There are three prisoners Jianxiu on the side of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, led by Chen Qingdu, who asked the sword in Tuoyue Mountain. After that, the demon ancestor disappeared without a trace, and the dragons had no leader. This formed the confrontation between the wild world and the Great Wall of Sword Qi The structure, and the ancient well known as the Hall of Valor was not only the place where the great demon later discussed, but also the place of detention. In fact, Tuoyue Mountain was the earliest imperial palace similar to the secular dynasty. It was only the battle of Tuoyue Mountain Afterwards, Chen Qingdu returned to the Great Wall of Sword Qi alone, and Tuoyue Mountain was in shattered condition at that time, so he had to rebuild a "accompanying capital" Hall of Valor to discuss matters. It's just that in the ten thousand years of history, the fourteen thrones have never been gathered together, and there are at most six or seven, which is considered to be a rare major event in the wild world that needs to be discussed, and at least two or three big monsters can make decisions and swear there.

After the sudden change and the earth-shattering fight, countless dragons and snakes rose up in the mountains and wilds, swarming up, and each ruled their own side. This man in golden armor is even the most outstanding among them, the wild land, After that battle, he lost the trace of the only one who could convince the crowd, so he wanted to fight for the status of the co-lord of the world, but according to the rules, he failed when he climbed to the top of Tuoyue Mountain, and was punished and sent to guard him. Several big monsters from Yueshan worked together to detain him at the bottom of the ancient well in the Hall of Valor.

I never thought that he was scheming and connecting with the outside world, and finally broke free from the shackles. It happened that a young Taoist priest riding a bull traveled in the wild world. When he came to the ancient well, he stood on the mouth of the well and stretched out a finger. The big demon who came out of the well was gently pushed back to the bottom of the well. One finger not only pushed him back down to the prison at the bottom of the well, but also poured down golden light, firmly trapping this high-ranking big monster. Fortunately, the big monster has a long life since ancient times, and it is far from the human race that those ancient gods raised. Comparable, once they choose to hibernate and sleep forever, the passage of time will have little impact on them, and finally survived until the reappearance of the old man, allowing him to make up for his mistakes as a sinful body.

The stationary horizontal line to the south.

An upside-down mountain, a big monster in a golden robe.

The big demon sitting alone on the railing in Qionglou Yuyu is like the ancient immortal recorded in the book of Haoran Tianxia.

The man on the head of the god's corpse, and the long spear piercing the corpse's head beside him, contained the purest spirit of thunder in the wild world.

On the Throne of Withered Bones, it forged an ancient great sword fairy into a puppet to return to the peak state.

The long scarlet snake surrounding the column is like the master of all water gods in the wild world.

The Taoist priest in the snow-white Taoist robe refined half of the essence of one of the three moons in the wild world into natal objects.

The giant with three heads and six arms was the first to climb the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and survived a blow from Chen Qingdu. Going to Haoran Tianxia, ​​there is the site of the Patriarch Hall, no matter how big or small it is, it will be broken.

The dragon-robed woman crowned by the emperor aspires to become the co-lord of the nine continents of the vast world. The orderly flow of incense in the world and the rebirth of gods are all under her control. In exchange for the price, she gave the Yaoluo River that she owned to another big monster of the same generation, and since then she will no longer engage in the same-minded struggle within the world. Before that, neither side believed the other. And everyone wants to eat each other, now it is very different, and each has a greater desire.

The owner of the torn robe was one of the sword cultivators of the same generation who followed Chen Qingdu to leave the Great Wall of Sword Qi and asked for the sword to Tuoyue Mountain. He was once the best friend of the boss sword fairy.

Standing beside him was the only disciple with a big beard. He had fought with Ah Liang, drank wine together, and helped the old blind man move the mountain when he had nothing to do.

That man in a Confucian shirt is going to the vast world, after the world is completely broken, he will rebuild the mountains and rivers, and then use his knowledge alone to educate the common people.

The big demon, who has been restrained by the golden armor for countless years, will not only go to Haoran Tianxia, ​​but also lead his army to Qingming Tianxia, ​​to Baiyujing.

The old man Yujian wanted to refine all the five famous mountains in the Haoran world into his own property, and he also wanted to destroy the nine towers with his own hands, and then ask Na Bai Ze what he thought.

The handsome man with a sword gourd around his waist feels that his ambition is the smallest, but he wants to gather all the beauties in Haoran. Those who are alive, without his action, there are thousands of ways to die waiting for them.

These fourteen big monsters are the pinnacle of the wild world today.

Most of them were awakened from endless sleep.

Part of it is that even if they are always awake, they have always stayed in their lair throughout the long history, choosing to stand by and watch the battle on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and never intervene there.

The seats in the Hall of Valor are not static, and the number is not fixed. When some fall, the throne will shatter by itself and fall to the bottom of the well. The taller, the throne is higher, and the weak should look up to others. The history of the wild world is a history of the strong stepping on the bones of ants, gradually ascending to the heights to achieve immortal achievements, and there are secular dynasties that are not inferior to the vast world, standing upright on the earth, with big and small dynasties. The rules and etiquette, but the end result is not good, they can't stay at all, and they can't stand the trampling of some big monsters who have turned from neutral to hostile. In the long river of time, they will always be short-lived.

The incomparable tyranny of the individual is always the ultimate pursuit of the strong in the wild world.

Other than that, it's all delusion.

All internal conflicts, the destruction of thousands of demon clans, and the disappearance of countless ants are all solid steps for a single strong person to reach the top.

Then this small group of existence, checking and balancing each other, so as not to go to destruction together, is the only rule in this world. The existence of the Hall of Valor, and the increase or decrease of every new and old throne in the ancient well are all due to the rules.

All fourteen big monsters suddenly fell to the ground.

From the middle area, an old man in gray clothes slowly walked out, holding a child by the hand.

The childish boy was holding a bun with a head in his hand. The man was dying, and he was still staring at him when he was dying. He was completely fearless, but he seemed to have great hatred.

Behind the gray-clothed old man and the childish boy, followed by a great demon of Ascension Realm who bowed his head and bowed down. He was the one who was in charge of the abbot's last siege battle. He named himself Chongguang, and he was also an ancient existence with a respected status in the wild world.

Da Yao Zhongguang naturally didn't dare to show his real body, and swaggered behind the gray-clothed old man.

After the gray-clothed old man stopped, Zhong Guang strode forward according to the former's instruction, approaching the Great Wall of Sword Qi alone, and said loudly: "In the next big battle, the sword fairy who doesn't use his full strength, the day the Great Wall of Sword Qi is breached, You can’t die! From now on, whether you want to travel in the wild world or go to the Haoran world to see the scenery, you can come and go freely. The rest of the sword cultivators of the lower five realms who are at the top of the city, those who don’t want to draw their swords, and those who leave the city are all my wild world Your first-class guest, my honored guest!"

On the top of the city, there was silence.

Dong Sangeng said with a sneer: "The beasts of the upper five realms in the south, the first to climb to the top of the wall will die first."

Chongguang turned his head, after all, even if he wanted to speak harshly, it would not be his turn.

The gray-clothed old man patted the child's head, "Go, you were old friends, and now, as direct disciples of Tuoyue Mountain, I'm going to greet Chen Qingdu."

The child grabbed the blood-dried staring head with one hand, and walked slowly, faster and faster, with thunderous momentum, the last one stood still, threw the head heavily, and rolled to the ground.

The owner of that head is Jianqi Great Wall, a great sword fairy who has been hiding in the barren world for six hundred years. Not only is he skilled in swordsmanship, he is also proficient in vertical and horizontal maneuvers. Many great monsters attack each other because of this person. plan to rise.

The child felt aggrieved, turned his head and said, "Master, my realm is too low now, and there is a lot of sword energy over the top of the wall, so I can't throw it over the top of the wall."

The gray-clothed old man smiled and said: "It's fine if you want it, not to mention the eyes of those sword fairies are very good."

The child grinned, shifted his gaze, and looked at the young man next to the bearded man, a little provocative.

The young man didn't say a word, but all the swords behind him were unsheathed.

The gray-clothed old man looked up at the top of the city, only the boss sword fairy, Chen Qingdu, was in his eyes.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Qingdu looked down at the ground, looked at it, and then stretched out his hand, casually pulled the head of a great Ascending Realm monster from the prison north of the city head, and was captured by Chen Qingdu He held it in his hand for a moment, and said with a smile: "This head has been reserved for you for so many years, and it is also the direct descendant of Tuoyue Mountain."

The old man in gray smiled and said, "Chen Qingdu, I haven't seen him for ten thousand years, is he already this powerful?"

After a pause, the old man finally asked: "Then let you die again?"

Many foreign swordsmen on the city wall are confused.

Chen Qingdu said: "As expected of the grievances that have been suppressed underground for thousands of years, it's no wonder that when you speak, you speak so loudly."

The gray-clothed old man shook his head, "I heard that the new sword is called Changqi, it's not good, no, it's too bad."

Chen Qing kept his hands behind his back all the time, and said with a smile: "If you are a woman, you will have the ability to know whether I can do it or not."

Whistles were heard all over the city.

It seems that not only the sword cultivators in the city like this.

In fact, the sword fairy is similar.

The child returned to the old man in gray and shook his master's sleeve, "This is convincing."

The gray-clothed old man was not annoyed at all, looked down at the closed-door disciple who had searched hard but was still incomplete, and said with a smile instead: "These people, no matter whether they are alive or dead, or whether they are sword cultivators or not, they are the best at talking. In the future, if you want to learn this most unpopular skill, you can learn it casually at Haoran Tianxia."

The big demon sitting on the railing of the fairy family mansion laughed aloud: "You, Chen Qingdu, are really respectable, hateful and pitiful, but the most pitiful. Detain these big monsters without killing them, as the sharpening sword of the sword fairy Stone, as well as the production of that alchemy workshop, should not be less scolded by scholars in Haoran Tianxia? Waiting to die here with the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi, is not less hated by your own people? Do you think you are pitiful? Are you pitiful? If you die once, you will still be stabbed in the back, Chen Qingdu, ah Chen Qingdu, if I were you, you'd better die without worrying."

Chen Qing didn't even look at this peak monster.

Looking left and right at those Qionglou Yuyu with ethereal celestial aura, he asked, "Are you worthy of talking to the boss sword fairy?"

The big monster laughed and said: "It may be a little less qualified to talk to Chen Qingdu, but it should be enough to talk to you."

The child walked out alone again, and finally walked to the side of the head, stepped on the head of the Great Sword Immortal, raised his head and said with a smile: "I am twelve years old now, don't you Jianqi Great Wall have many geniuses? Come and talk to me!" Those who are about the same age have fought with me! I won’t bully you, sword cultivators under the age of thirty are fine, remember to bring a few more half-immortal weapons or something, otherwise it won’t be enough!”

Old Sword Immortal Qi Tingji frowned and said: "This brat, I hope that Ning Yao will show up, and after exchanging his life for his life, he wants you to leave the city, so that old thing can take advantage of the right time and place."

Chen Qingdu nodded and smiled, "That's the idea. But it doesn't matter. I can't handle this kind of provocation. Why are you guarding the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"

Chen Qingdu waved.

A group of young people appeared behind them, more than ten people, including Pang Yuanji, Chen Sanqiu, and Dong Huafu.

Of course, there are also Ning Yao who has already left the customs, and Chen Pingan who was originally standing in the pavilion of Zhanlongya.

Chen Qingdu stretched out his arm, lifted the head, turned his head and said with a smile: "Who will return the gift for me."

Ning Yao took a step forward, but was held down by a hand on his shoulder.

Chen Pingan said, "I'll go."

Chen Qingdu smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that the only chance will be used up like this? Then what will we do in the next big battle?"

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Then we'll talk about it later."

Chen Qingdu casually threw the head of the Ascension Realm monster, "Let go of your hands and feet, let's have a good fight."

Dressed in a green shirt, he leaped up to the top of the city, then stepped on the ground, ran down the wall, and then stood still suddenly, as if his feet were rooted, his knees squatted slightly, and there was a bang, like an arrow shooting towards the south The earth just caught the falling head, picked it up with one hand, held it with the other hand, and finally fell to the ground.

On the ground, the child raised his toes, held the dust-stained sword fairy's head in his hand, and walked forward slowly.

The distance between the two sides is more than a hundred steps.

Chen Qingdu sneered and said: "The outcome of the game is decided between you and me, whoever steps forward and receives a sword, how about it?"

The old man in gray nodded and said, "Why not?"

On the field, the confrontation between the two sides, the child smiled and stretched out his hand.

Chen Pingan threw the head of the big demon directly, and the child raised his arm at the same time, intentionally or unintentionally throwing the head of the sword fairy high.

The child didn't reach out to pick up the head of the big demon from Yueshan's sect, he stomped it to the ground, patted the blood on his body, leaned forward, and folded his arms around his chest, "You guy, you look so light, it's not enough Hit."

The young man in the blue shirt took the head, held it in front of him, and gently wiped the face of the unknown sword fairy with one hand, letting him close his eyes.

But this action is a big flaw.

After the child punched, he retreated dozens of feet in the blue shirt, and a ravine was drawn on the ground that was not too deep, but he remained standing.

The child stood where the young man was standing, nodded, and said cheerfully: "It's not bad, you can play with me for a while."

Chen Ping turned his head to look, and the head of the sword fairy in his hand disappeared out of thin air. The great sword fairy Yue Qing held the head under his armpit and clasped his fists at the young man.

The child smiled and said: "I changed my mind. With so many seniors watching, it's better to kill you earlier. It's your chance. After that, I will do my best. You will die very quickly." Soon. Ning Yao, my former opponent, and her good-for-nothing parents must have died much faster."

Chen Ping turned his head to look at the child, then lowered his head, rolled up his sleeves, raised the corners of his mouth, and finally smiled more and more on his face, his eyes became more and more silent, and he just came out of Jinglong and raised his head for what was suppressed in his heart.

So finally when he looked up.

It was a young face with a ferocious smile.