"Elder!"

On the side, watching the amiable elder being killed, Lian Qingtong cried in despair in his heart.

But she couldn't stop anything, and she couldn't blame Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen has already said that he can be alone, and he will not pursue it.

However, the elder insisted on going his own way, and if he had to fight Xiao Chen, he couldn't let Xiao Chen not fight back.

It's just that Xiao Chen's strength is really incredible.

Compared with him, those geniuses on the True Dragon List are like fireflies and bright moons, insignificant.

"How can it be so ......?"

Pei Lizhong and Fan Gang were dumbfounded.

The opportunity just now was obviously very good, and the elders of the Northern Netherworld Sect had already gone all out, how could he still be helpless against Xiao Chen?

Moreover, Xiao Chen's moves are very similar to those of the elders of the Northern Hell Sect, is there any connection between the two?

"Although I have a relationship with the Northern Netherworld Sect, this is not a reason to indulge you!"

Regarding the death of the elder of the Northern Hell Sect, Xiao Chen looked indifferent.

The inheritance of the Northern Netherworld Sect is related to Kun, and he also borrowed the exercises of the Northern Netherworld Sect when he created the Emperor Polarization Immortal Duel.

When he perfectly fused the Northern Netherworld Sect exercises, the Ancient Kun Spirit was automatically awakened and attached to his body, becoming one of his immortal sword possessions.

This kind of attachment is not physical attachment, but rather soul attachment, as long as he casts the immortal sword, he can awaken the ancient Kun Spirit at any time.

"Is it coming to an end so soon?" Retracting his thoughts, Xiao Chen's eyes locked on Pei Lizhong and Fan Gang, and said lightly, "If I don't have a backhand, then I will have to clean up the battlefield!"

When the words fell, I saw Xiao Chen raise his hand, and he was brewing a very trick, intending to solve the two of them.

But at this point......

Rumble!

An indescribable sword pressure descended from the sky, tearing through space and piercing the earth.

Half of the entire Liuguang City collapsed in an instant, and countless buildings and buildings around it all collapsed and fell into ruins.

Laugh at!

The sword qi contained in the sword pressure almost slashed against Xiao Chen's body, and it was only a fraction of a millimeter that could halve Xiao Chen's body.

"It's a pity!"

Pei Lizhong and Fan Gang were both disappointed, and clenched their fists tightly.

The strength of the sword just now is enough, as long as the direction is more accurate, Xiao Chen will definitely die.

"Heh, after hiding for so long, are you finally willing to make a move?"

But Xiao Chen's expression was always calm, even when the sword qi slashed against his cheek, he never had a trace of panic, as if the precise difference was still within his control.

Suddenly, a figure flew in the sky and landed outside Xiao Chen.

Indifferent and arrogant, dressed in a simple robe and carrying a long sword, it looks earthy, but it gives people a sense of beast-like ferocity and danger.

"Haha...... Xiao Chen, do you think we are really unprepared?" Pei Lizhong suddenly smiled madly, "I admit that you are indeed strong, but there are people in this world who are stronger than you!"

"Get out of the way!"

The arrogant figure waved his sword.

Peng!

Pei Lizhong and Fan Gang were both hit by the sword pressure and were shocked and flew out for dozens of feet.

But the two were not harmed, but their blood was surging, and it was difficult to suppress it for a while.

"It's so strong, this kind of strength is already comparable to the Holy Lord, is he really the former Yu Emperor, incredible!"

Fan Gang was terrified.

Emperor Yu back then, although he was famous in the Ziwei Immortal Domain, as an elder of the Holy Land, he didn't take it seriously.

Unexpectedly, now, when he was still complacent about breaking through to the half-step emperor, he was already standing at a higher level and left himself far behind.

The rest of the people retreated, and on the battlefield, only Xiao Chen and Emperor Yu were left to confront each other.

"I've been fighting with them for so long, and I've killed more than half of them, and you're only making a move now, will it be a little late?" Xiao Chen's eyes were calm, and he looked directly at Emperor Yudao, "And the sword you just now can obviously be a little more off, why are your subordinates merciful?"

When Emperor Yu heard this, he said indifferently: "Their life and death have nothing to do with me, and I don't care to take advantage of others' dangers." What I need is a fair and just fight!"

After a pause, he pointed at Xiao Chen again and said, "You are very strong, you deserve to be taken seriously!"

"Should I say that Sansheng is lucky?" Xiao Chen asked with a smile.

"It doesn't matter!" Emperor Yu said indifferently, "After a sword, the winner will be decided, and life and death will be decided!"

"Isn't one sword too little?" Xiao Chen said.

"Not a lot, my sword path, there is only one sword!" Emperor Yu said coldly and arrogantly, "I only need one sword in any battle." Either the opponent loses or I lose!"

"Sounds interesting, but do you really understand it?" Xiao Chen said.

"Huh?" Emperor Yu frowned, revealing a look of confusion.

"Don't doubt anything, do your best to use your sword path and let me see and understand!"

Xiao Chen's posture is regarded as giving respect and recognition to Emperor Yu.

"As you wish!"

When he met a tough opponent for the first time, Emperor Yu was in high spirits and his sword intent was high.

Sonor!

The long sword behind it was unsheathed, and the sonorous sword qi was like a long rainbow running through the sun, reaching the nine heavens, stirring up the Xuanhuang.

At the same time, the emperor's coercion poured out, the heavens and the earth were shrouded, and all living beings were crawling and trembling, trembling and uneasy.

Rumble!

Fan Gang, Pei Lizhong, Lian Tianyuan, Lian Qingtong and others, who had retreated to a hundred zhang away, were still shocked by the double pressure of sword pressure and air pressure.

"This ......"

After several people stabilized their figures, they all looked horrified.

The realm of the Great Emperor is really not at the same level as them.

If Xiao Chen also had a strength comparable to that of Emperor Yu, then it would be understandable that they couldn't beat Xiao Chen just now.

"Has it grown to this extent?"

Xiao Chen looked at Emperor Yu, who was gradually entering the peak, and admired in his heart, but his expression did not change, and he was fearless.

And Emperor Yu at this moment, with a thought in his heart, except for the sword in his hand, except for the opponent to be defeated, there is nothing else, urging his sword path to reach the realm of endlessness.

"Endless Sword Realm: Ten Thousand Emperors are destroyed!"

Suddenly, Emperor Yu opened his eyes, and the surrounding heaven and earth turned into an illusion.

In the illusion, there is nothing but the sword.

Sword Qi, Sword Pressure, Sword Intent, Sword Spirit, Sword Soul...... All kinds of different forms, all kinds of different forces, raging and sweeping.

There is no doubt that even if the Immortal Emperor Twelfth Order powerhouse is in such a sword realm, he will be ruthlessly swept away.

However, in the chaos, only a figure was seen standing awe-inspiringly, allowing all kinds of sword qi in the sword realm to pass by, ignoring it.

"That's enough!"

After a long time, Xiao Chen concentrated his energy, and between his palms, the creation of Qiankun was in his hand, and the supreme sword realm began to appear in the dust.

In an instant, the scattered sword qi and sword pressure around him, the wandering sword spirit and sword soul, and even the entire endless sword realm all gathered towards Xiao Chen's palm in an instant, blending together.

Click!

The illusion of the swordless sword realm was shattered, Xiao Chen returned to the real time and space, and in the palm of his hand, a colorless sword slowly floated.

"How could it be, you ......"

On the other side, Emperor Yu showed a look of horror, as if he couldn't accept such an ending.

In an instant, the colorless sword in Xiao Chen's hand galloped in.

Shout!

A sword slashed, and a bloody mark appeared on Emperor Yu's cheek.

Blood dripped, and it was clearly audible.

(End of chapter)