Shura Pavilion, Chu Palace.

Five steps on the first floor, ten steps on the first floor, the corridor waist is back, and the eaves are high peck...... It is the palace of the king of Chu that covers more than 300 miles.

The palaces are as numerous as the lumps on the bark of old trees.

In the meantime, the palace in the middle is particularly tall, and the bright red gate is thicker than Zhu Mo, and it is wide open, like the mouth of a giant beast, about to devour the sun, moon and stars.

One sat upright on the top of the steps, his eyes closed, and he was self-assured.

The high place is not cold, and my generation is lonely.

Not everyone can sit in this position, and those who sit in this position are not destined to be ordinary people.

Pointing to the country and sitting in the Ming Hall, the scene that should be solemn and solemn is presented in another way: the person at the top is not wearing a dragon robe, but wearing a gold-inlaid armor belonging to a military general, not wearing a high crown, and the black hair is simply tied up with strips of cloth, which is as simple as this.

If this is looked at by outsiders, it is guaranteed that he will not be regarded as the king of a country, and at most he will only be honored as a "general".

But this person, bah, this Shura is indeed the king, the Shura Pavilion, the king of the Chu State in the Central Plains, he holds his hands and turns his back to the gate, so that people can't see his face clearly, but what can be seen is that his waist is extremely straight in armor.

An old man in Chinese clothes stood on the left back side of the King of Chu.

Draped in long gray hair, the hair is tied up, and there is no mess, the old man is holding an ivory wat in his hand, standing upright, and there are a few worries between his eyebrows, like a dark cloud that can never be dissolved, shrouded in his forehead, and also shrouded in the dark red tone of the palace of the king of Chu.

"The Great King, the Emperor of the Xuanwu Clan, and the Hongjun Emperor of the Hongjun Clan have been counterattacked by the heavens and are dead. ”

A voice that Dong Fu heard and would not be unfamiliar with, and it turned out to be an old man in Chinese clothes who spoke.

The King of Chu turned around and stared at the courtiers who had come here.

"Heaven is going to kill these two people, they are not unjust!"

The king of Chu paused, thought about it and said:

"I'm tired of Qu Qing, Fu'er still has to keep an eye on it, at least to ensure his safety in the monastery. ”

Qu Yuan nodded yes.

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The sword, the king of a hundred soldiers, has one edge outside, goes straight to kill the Quartet, and one blade is inside, and the retrograde leads the neck to be killed.

Whether it is a king or a demon, which is right and which is evil, it is not in any utensils at all, although the utensils have spirits, but in addition to those imperial treasures that are open to the sky, other magic weapons are not controlled by cultivators, and they cannot become climates.

However, if some weapons fall into the hands of some people, their power can easily be tenfold, hundredfold, or even tens of millions of times, for example, a sword that takes advantage of the hand is to a swordsman, and no one wants to meet a madman sword cultivator who cuts people when he sees them.

Zhao Xiang was as indifferent as water, without the slightest nervousness, holding the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, if he was strolling leisurely, it was not as tense as Jian Eleven on the other side.

He smiled and looked indifferently at the young man opposite.

"I have a sword, my name is my name, I can kill demons, kill people, kill ghosts, kill gods, kill demons, and ask the Taoist heart. ”

Zhao Xiangqing drank, not the slightest meaning of life and death, but as if telling a truth to the disciples of the Sword Sect, it seemed to be teaching Dun Dun, telling the other party, you, how to practice the sword of a young man who has become a sword.

The other party lost his mind for a moment, and it seemed to be from Zhao Xiang

What did he see in the words, and it was like exploring flowers in the fog, and he really wanted to touch it but the bamboo basket was empty, and the young man of the Sword Sect knew that he was now on the verge of breaking through, and this opportunity was the child of the Zhao family standing opposite him.

Zhao Xiang smiled, looked at the opponent who relaxed his vigilance and was full of flaws, and thought to himself that he would not be tired of cheating, even at this time, he should not be slack against the opponent and guide the cultivation, but the purpose of his coming this time was not to win, or to kill, in fact, if it was not for the sake of returning a favor to someone in the Sword Sect for his own parents, he would not have disdained to participate in the big competition at all.

First, how about it? I do my own thing, and Zhao Xiang, who has a small sword intent, doesn't want to bully his peers yet.

"Take me three swords!"

After Zhao Xiang finished speaking, he pulled out the sword behind him, and raised a sword qi, the sword qi was more than a foot long, biased for a few points, without the slightest fireworks, if the stone slammed into the lake, there would be no ripples.

Coupled with the speed of it, it sealed the retreat of Sword Eleven in one fell swoop.

Jian Eleven's intention was still unfinished, as if he was still silent in Zhao Xiang's point just now, but by feeling, he realized the strong danger that was coming.

The sword momentum did not stop, and the eleven swords had time to cross the sword, and the momentum was huge.

With a ding, the unpretentious, seemingly simple sword qi slashed the sword of the Sword Sect youth, and the blade was not hurt at all, still reflecting the sunlight, and it would stab the eyes of someone in the unknown audience.

But this sword qi is really not simple, it shocked the young man's right hand holding the sword and trembled, this is just from the outsider's point of view, Jian Eleven is not a hypocritical person, if he can, he will definitely not leak a trace of resentment.

The young man of the Sword Sect stood still, his breathing was chaotic, he forcibly resisted the shock in his body, there was no wind and waves, and he sighed that the power of the dull sword was definitely not bad, and he also regretted the distraction just now.

"The second sword. ”

Another sword qi, almost the same action, seemed to be no different from just now, but fools could see that this sword would only be sharper.

Dong Fu also remembered something at this time, and muttered silently, "Does this Zhao family like to let others take the three swords so much......

But the difference is that Sword Eleven can be guarded this time, and he will naturally not be stupid enough to resist with his sword when he waits for work.

Although it is a sword in his hand, he can't always resist this sword qi, otherwise a wisp of spirituality in the sword is erased, then it will be a big loss, you must know that the artifact has a spirit, although this sword has not been promoted to an artifact, but it is only limited by the material, if it is re-forged with a genius treasure treasure, not to mention the imperial soldiers, an artifact is indispensable, after all, the biggest threshold for promotion of the artifact is spirituality.

With the arrival of the sword qi, seeing that Zhao Xiang did not pick up the action, as if he was the same as the first sword, he was just fighting against himself, but Jian Eleven was not stupid, and he would not pin all his hopes on the opponent's mood.

Killing nine swords, the first sword.

With a blood light, Sword Eleven's sword instantly turned blood red, and wisps of red liquid oozed from the blood trough, as if it was really blood flowing out.

Zhao Xiang shook his head, it seemed that he had finally determined the identity of his opponent, and he no longer thought about the broken things between the elders, he just thought

Finish these three swords as soon as possible.

The blood did not stop, the sword had been completely covered with bright red, and it had become a veritable blood sword, Jian Eleven raised his hand and waved the blood sword, at first it was extremely slow, Dong Fu could still see the trajectory clearly, Jian Eleven swung the sword faster, and at the end, when the sword qi was slashed, the blood sword had turned into an afterimage, and he suddenly slammed into the sword qi that had just exploded his own.

The sword is silent, perhaps because the sword qi has not broken through the blood film and cannot directly touch the blade, but silence is better than sound, and what lurks under the calm water surface is often a surging undercurrent.

Zhao Xiang smiled slightly, looking at the sluggish Jian Eleven, thinking that it would be easy for him to kill him now, but he had a faint feeling that that Jian Eleven had a tendency to become his junior brother.

Alas, it seems that this time it is really a errand, and the things between you old ones are going to be brought to our generation, and you are also drunk.

The Sword Sect boy couldn't move his whole body at this time.

The reason is that it was entered into the body by a mighty will, which is an extremely dangerous thing under normal circumstances, and the rumored seizure in the cultivation realm is also a consciousness, or the operation of the soul to invade the body of others and forcibly seize the physical body.

But the young man of the Sword Sect was not panicked, if his life was in danger, a certain talisman on his body or in his spiritual consciousness should immediately explode, and the next moment he would immediately admit defeat in order to keep himself safe.

This is what the Master specially instructed himself before leaving.

Although the master usually has a cold temperament, he knows that she has raised herself and has regarded it as her own, and although she is strict in her cultivation, she will still ask herself to save her life first when it comes to places where her life is in danger.

Dong Fu stared, he had just noticed something strange, he couldn't say what it was, it might be his own delusion, he glanced at Yi Yao, and found that Yi Yao's face had not changed in the slightest, and he was still a cold fairy who was not approached by outsiders, but in Dong Fu's opinion, it was becoming more and more gentle.

"I have a sword, my name is my name, I can kill demons, kill people, kill ghosts, kill gods, kill demons, and ask the heart...... I have a sword ......"

This passage kept spinning in Jian Eleven's mind, lingering, and deafening, he tried to expel him many times, but with little success, every time he used his soul power to spend it, he could only eliminate a little bit, which can be called a drop in the bucket.

He remembered that Zhao Xiang had said this sentence before he took out the sword, and he felt that this sentence was very meaningful at the time, but he just felt that something was wrong.

At this time, this sentence lingered in his ears, and he had the opportunity to probe him, as for the outside world, if Zhao Xiang had the intention of killing me at this time, the talisman would definitely work, and if it was a big deal, he would directly admit defeat, and during the period when the talisman was effective, there was still time for this time.

But there was no movement outside, and Sword Eleven didn't know, and he didn't want to know what the reason was.

After all, this sentence kept echoing in his mind, and it had already attracted all his attention.

"Huh~~" Jian Eleven exhaled a long breath, looking at this, he obviously had gotten rid of that consciousness, and he didn't see him have the slightest joy, but he realized Zhao Xiang's horror at this time.

But Zhao Xiang was really unhappy, and his face was dark

"Too bad!"

"Again, the third sword, the wind and clouds!"

A gradually larger sword qi swept towards Jian Eleven, the sword light was plain white, giving people a feeling of cleanliness, Jian Eleven instinctively felt that this sword qi looked clean, and it would definitely be cleaner when killing people.

He didn't hesitate, and immediately used his strongest move, killing the second form of the Nine Swords.

The blood color of the sword faded, leaving only a layer at the tip of the sword, which seemed to have no change, and even slightly worse than just now, but Sword Eleven is not stupid, and the person who created this sword technique is not stupid.

When a sword stabbed out, the nearby air seemed to be distorted, as if it was broken by the sharpness of this sword, but in fact, the blood at the tip of the sword was constantly evaporated and concentrated, and the water emitted was emitted.

Unexpectedly, this sword actually cut off the large sword qi that was already two feet long, and the two halves of the sword qi disappeared without a trace as soon as they were split, leaving only the sword that split them.

The sword was stained with blood, and the tip of the sword exuded a faint coercion.

"I have a sword, my name is my name, I can kill demons, kill people, kill ghosts, kill gods, kill demons, and ask the Taoist heart. ”

It's this voice again, it appeared in Jian Eleven's mind again, but this time it's different, no matter how you use your soul power to wash it, you can't erase it, this is very different from just now, the master said that he was born to learn the sword seedling, in order to make his sword heart thorough in the future, the master deliberately used rare imperial materials to soak himself in the bath when he was young.

This is also the reason why he was able to wash away that faint sword intent just now, the soul power in his mind was piled up, and his experience since childhood made his soul recover extremely quickly, so he used his soul power to grind away the sword intent.

This is also the reason why Zhao Xiang was unhappy just now, people are really angry compared to people, and he didn't have this kind of treatment when he was a child......

For half an hour, Jian Eleven had maintained that posture, standing motionless for half an hour, Zhao Xiang did not leave with the mentality of "sending the Buddha to the west", and waited for Jian Eleven to wake up.

Seeing him wake up, he turned around, and said "I admit defeat!" lightly, and put the sword in his hand into the scabbard behind his back, and stepped forward to leave.

Jian Shiyi was still muttering something in his mouth, seeing what Zhao Xiang did, although he didn't know the secret, he thought that he would definitely not be able to get rid of the master, and he remembered that figure in his heart.

Sometimes he really seemed to call her "mother", but every time he was slapped away by the master.

"Thank you. The young man of the Sword Sect bowed respectfully towards Zhao Xiang.

Zhao Xiang smiled, didn't look back, stretched out his hand over his head and waved goodbye, and jumped off the stage.

"Sword Eleven wins!"

On the stage, Sword Eleven Ling Ran stood upright, and there was no difference between his eyebrows, but it was indeed a little different from before, that is, before the competition with Zhao Xiang.

He was still muttering to himself, in a very small voice, and no one heard him.

“...... I have a sword, a name and a heart, and I will kill all the injustices in the world. ”

(End of chapter)