Manqing's voice was not loud, but it could be heard by everyone in the Valley of the Swinging Gods.

Everyone fell silent, and the entire Valley of the Swinging Gods fell into a dead silence.

Bai Wei's combat power can rank among the top ten of the Phoenix Clan, but when she fights with her, Manqing only uses a sword.

The man, as if invincible.

Ao Fenggu looked at him, listening to the bland but domineering "next", and felt inexplicably excited.

In the Valley of the Gods, the few people sitting next to the luxurious chariot looked at the man standing in the wilderness from a distance, and they didn't speak.

If this man is not defeated, the army of the Phoenix clan will not be able to get out of the Valley of the Gods.

But there are so many strong people in the Phoenix Clan, who is this man's opponent?

Just when everyone was silent, a middle-aged man got up from his seat and walked forward.

All eyes were on him.

The middle-aged man's eyes are a little small, his eyebrows are crooked, he looks a little funny, and he is a fat man with a round belly like a pregnant woman.

He came to the middle of the wilderness, stopped thirty paces from the brute, and stood on the ground, holding the top of the sword box with his right hand.

Ao Fenggu looked at the fat middle-aged man in front of him, and only felt a little familiar, but he was sure that he had never seen it, and the gloomy man reminded on the side, "The palace master of the Seven Killing Palace, Wu Jian." ”

Ao Fenggu suddenly realized.

Wu Tian, the young palace master of the Seven Killing Palace, had fought several battles of life and death with him, so he was extremely familiar with those eyebrows and eyes, and the eyebrows and eyes of the middle-aged man in front of him were almost carved out of the same mold as Wu Tian.

"The people of the Seven Killing Palace all use swords," Ao Fenggu said, "Their palace master naturally also uses swords, but his surname is Wu, Wu Jian Wu Jian, isn't it even a sword? ”

The gloomy man was slightly stunned, and asked suspiciously, "Why?"

"His son's name is Wu Tian, so he should naturally be unable to. Ao Fenggu said seriously.

The gloomy man was stunned, "Reasonable." ”

"It doesn't make sense," Ao Fenggu shook his head, "He's actually a fat man." ”

The Seven Killing Palace has always been mysterious, thirty-six Tiangang, seventy-two earth demons, one hundred and eight killers, all have good strength, as the palace master of the Seven Killing Palace, Wu Jian does not take over the assassination task, and rarely appears in front of the world.

It's just that what everyone didn't expect was that the mysterious palace master of the Seven Killings Palace was actually a fat man.

Just walking from the Valley of the Swinging Gods to the middle of the wilderness, Wu Jian was a little gasped.

He pressed his hand on the sword box, not for a good look, but simply because he was too tired and needed to hold on to the sword box to stand firm.

Looking at Wu Jian's panting appearance, Ao Fenggu was very stunned, thinking to himself that such a fat man who walked panting, where did he get the courage to face the second senior brother?

Wu Jian said to Manqing apologetically, "I'm sorry, please wait a while." ”

Manqing snorted.

After a long while, Wu Jian stood up straight and said, "I'm fine, what about you?"

Manqing was a little unnatural by him, thinking that I had been waiting here, so I would have been ready for a long time.

Listening to this conversation, Ao Fenggu suddenly felt as if he had discovered something.

Once the world discovers that there is such a palace master, the mystery of the Seven Killings Palace will disappear.

No wonder Wu Jian never showed up.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Wu Jian gently patted the sword box, and a sword light flashed.

The next moment, Manqing swung his sword, and a large pit suddenly exploded on the ground next to him, and countless mud blocks splashed.

Okay, so fast!

Ao Fenggu's eyes widened, he didn't see the trajectory of the sword at all, if it was him, if he hadn't had time to expand the martial flower realm, he would probably have died.

This fat man......

But after a while, Ao Fenggu's heart was even more shocked, because there was no sword at all in the big pit that was blown out.

In other words, the blow just now was just a sword intent.

Just a sword intent has such terrifying speed and power, compared to this slow fat man, the contrast gap is too obvious.

Wu Jian slapped the sword box again.

Another flash of sword light.

Almost at the same moment, that sword light appeared in front of Man Qing, Man Qing tilted his head slightly, and the sword light flew against his cheek.

Fly out of a distance of tens of meters in an instant.

However, in the next moment, the sword light, which was extremely fast, suddenly stopped without the slightest sign of slowing down, and then flew back along the original road, Manqing took a step to the side, let go of the sword light, and then suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed it in his hand.

It was a two-finger-wide iron sword with intricate runes carved into it.

The flying sword was suddenly grasped by Manqing, and he kept trembling and struggling, trying to break free from Manqing's control.

Manqing looked at the runes on it and said with interest, "It's interesting." ”

He strikes iron all the year round, and is also good at carving runes, when he first cast the best emperor soldier sword to kill the gods, it was he who carved the runes on the sword body.

After reading the runes, he let go of his hand and let the flying sword go.

Wu Jian frowned slightly, this was a battle between the two, and it was a war, the other party easily grabbed his flying sword, and let it go, which can only show that the other party did not take him to heart.

Either it is extremely arrogant, or it is a bamboo in the chest.

But the other party is the second senior brother of the back mountain of the martial arts academy, who is modest and simple, and is naturally not arrogant.

So it can only be the latter reason, thinking of this, Wu Jian was a little frightened, but he quickly stabilized his mind and once again controlled the flying sword to attack the manqing.

This time, the speed of the flying sword is even faster.

However, just as the flying sword reached Manqing's body, Manqing's sword also arrived.

A sword was slapped an inch below the tip of the sword.

The sword flew out diagonally, stuck in the ground, and stopped moving.

Wu Jian was shocked to find that he had lost his sense of induction between himself and Feijian.

"How is this possible?" Wu Jian pulled open the lid of the box, and six iron swords of different shapes were lined up in the sword box.

He snapped his fingers together and pressed it to the second flying sword, sliding forward.

The flying sword roared away, but instead of flying in a straight line, it made a huge arc, and the speed did not decrease in the slightest.

At the same time, Wu Jian's finger was attached to the third flying sword, and the third flying sword made an arc, and the last came first.

A sword struck at Manqing's left temple, and a sword flew to Manqing's right waist.

In the blink of an eye, two flashes of light flashed, followed by two crashing sounds at very short intervals.

By the time everyone reacted, the two flying swords had already been stuck diagonally on the ground.

No one could see how Manqing drew his sword, because his movements were too fast, faster than a flying sword.

Manqing walked forward.

One step, two steps, three steps...... He didn't walk fast, but every step was uncomparably determined.

Wu Jian was surprised to find that the induction between himself and the two flying swords had also disappeared.

No matter how hard he tried, the two flying swords stuck in the ground like dead things.

When using a flying sword, the most important thing is the induction between the sword owner and the flying sword, if this layer of induction disappears, the flying sword will be uncontrolled.

And every time Manqing swings his sword, he will cut off that induction.

But this induction is a kind of thought, not a physical object, how can it be cut off?

"How did he do it?" Wu Jian was shocked in his heart, but he still did not hesitate to sacrifice the fourth flying sword.

Manqing drew his sword again.

The flying sword was bounced off and stabbed diagonally into the ground.

(End of chapter)