"The stele is a treasure, and it should be understood together. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Some monks shouted and asked Zhang Hongjun to come out and comprehend the stone tablet and the ancient sword together.

When Zhang Hongjun heard this, he didn't respond, just sneered, where were they when the stele was robbed? These people are just pestering and messing around.

"Hand over the stele, you have something to say." This is the person from the Hall of Reincarnation in the Underworld speaking, saying that handing over the stone tablet will have a treasure reward, and it can even make him reincarnate in a good family, and he will be prosperous and rich for a lifetime.

The Hall of Reincarnation controls the reincarnation channel and has many rights.

"Return the ancient sword to the state of Chu." The monks of the Chu State spoke, saying that the ancient sword was the treasure of the Chu State, and asked the monks of the Chu State to unite and take the ancient sword back.

Hearing this, many Chu monks have been dispatched to find Zhang Hongjun's traces.

Qilin City instantly became the focus of the monks, Tian Jianjia sent manpower, and the city became tense again.

At this time, Zhang Hongjun had just come out of his cultivation, and after hearing the words, he knew that it was the people of the Chu State who were stirring up trouble, so he decided to leave Qilin City temporarily.

"The ancient sword was obtained by me from the demon clan, what does it have to do with your Chu State."

Zhang Hongjun followed Douyun, left Qilin City, appeared in Zhao Capital of Zhao State, appeared and said this, and then disappeared again, and when the monks of Chu State arrived, he was gone.

The next moment, he appeared in Wei Capital again and threatened: "The stone tablet is something that the underworld snatched from the Yan Kingdom, you are robbers yourself, what qualifications do you have to say about others." ”

The powerhouses of the underworld rushed to the Wei capital, and Zhang Hongjun had lost his trace again.

During this time, Zhang Hongjun repeatedly changed his position, which made it impossible to figure out.

On this day, on the top of a mountain, Zhang Hongjun had just woken up from his cultivation, and suddenly, he felt that a monk was flying towards him, it was a monk from the Chu State, and the strong man in the Chu State calculated his location according to the aura of the ancient sword.

The ancient sword has been controlled by the Chu State for many years, and it has been studied in depth, and it can lock the breath, find the approximate location of the ancient sword, and then send monks to search, but it is really found by them.

"Hand over the ancient sword and let you die a happy death!" A Chu State monk Dao, this is a Taoist monk, the realm is not low, at least eight layers of realm.

"You mean that?" Zhang Hongjun smiled, took out the ancient sword, and held it in his hand, he had been practicing swordsmanship all these times.

"That's right, return the ancient sword!" The Chu State Monk stared at the ancient sword, his face showing greed.

"This is my ancient sword, and it's not your ancient sword, how can I say that I will return it to you?" Zhang Hongjun shook the ancient sword in his hand lightly, and a dragon-like voice came, and for a moment, it seemed to resonate with heaven and earth.

"The ancient sword has been the treasure of my Chu country since ancient times, and everyone in the world knows this."

"But I took it from the demon clan, and I have a relationship with your Chu country."

Zhang Hongjun stepped lightly on his feet, and the ancient sword in his hand danced lightly, very slow, but very rhythmic, which was what Zhang Hongjun understood from the ancient sword during this time, a magical swordsmanship.

"Don't ramble with him, kill him and take the ancient sword back." Another Chu monk shouted, and the other monks also responded quickly.

The Xuanyuan ancient sword has been collected by the Chu State since ancient times, and every year, the monks of the Chu State have the opportunity to gain close understanding, and many of these people have also participated in the ancient sword and love this ancient sword from the bottom of their hearts.

"Kill!"

A tall monk flew out, a sword imitating an ancient sword in his hand was unsheathed, bursting with bursts of sword light, and slashed towards Zhang Hongjun.

This writer is a monk who cultivates at the seventh or eighth level, and the monk who made the shot is a seventh-layer realm.

Bang!

With a bang, the monk's sword was broken into countless knots, and a bloody cut was made in his chest, and blood splattered and flew out.

One sword, just one sword, slashed a seventh-layer realm monk, and many of the surrounding monks shrank their eyes, and a bad feeling arose in their hearts, didn't it mean that there were only eighth-layer realm monks, how could they feel so powerful.

"This person relies on the ancient sword, try to avoid the ancient sword when attacking, and don't have to fight the ancient sword."

An older monk said a word that broke through the heavens, and suddenly people realized that it was not how strong this person's cultivation was, but only with the help of the power of the ancient sword.

Zhang Hongjun was still dancing his long sword lightly, his robe fluttering in the wind, and he had a dusty temperament.

Sou!

His sword followed the man, his figure seemed slow, but with a slight step, he had disappeared under the sword of a monk, and then with a whoosh, appeared behind him, slashing him.

It's just a sword, there is no powerful sword, back to basics, just like an ordinary warrior dancing an ordinary long sword, simple and simple, without feeling a trace of spiritual power fluctuations.

"Let's get on it!"

The monks of the Chu State were not calm, more than a dozen monks besieged at the same time, under the influence of the Xuanyuan Ancient Sword, the weapons of the Dao Cultivators of the Chu State were mostly long swords, and almost all of them came this time were famous sword powerhouses, and they were the top 30 monks on the list of famous swords in the Chu State.

Regarding the list of famous swords in the Chu State, Zhang Hongjun had heard Zhang Daoling and others mention it in his spare time, and he had heard of it, but he had never seen it, but he didn't expect that this time there were so many people and so many famous swords at once.

Zhang Hongjun smiled, lightly waved the ancient sword in his hand, and blended into the heaven and earth, he suddenly found that this feeling was very strange and difficult to express in words.

These monks love swords, and they also like to search for swords, each of the long swords used is a famous sword in the world, and the current one person is casting a cold ice and snow sword, exuding an icy aura, and it is as cold as the snow in winter within a zhang of the body, and this sword ranks in the top twenty of the famous sword list of Chu State.

But the other person was the opposite, casting a crimson sword, ranking more than a dozen on the list of famous swords in the Chu State, and when it was cast, a burst of fire, as if underground magma was gushing, and the temperature instantly increased a lot.

The two cooperated, one hot and one cold, and the two extreme temperatures approached Zhang Hongjun, making him feel as if he was in two heavens: ice and fire.

Zhang Hongjun walked lightly, as if a dragonfly was swimming briskly, the left side of the ancient sword in his hand drew an arc, a semi-circular sword light appeared, and the right side slashed again, and another sword light appeared, and the two semi-circular sword lights formed a complete circular sword light, which took away the different energies from the two attacks and melted them.

Clang!

Then, the figure flashed slightly, but the whole person was as fast as lightning, appearing in front of the two, and the long sword slashed, cutting their throats.

The way of the sword that returned to the basics was like an ordinary martial artist, and it did not emit a trace of energy fluctuation at all.

"Green Sword!"

This is a Dao cultivator, and at the same time, accompanied by soul cultivation, casting a sword with cold light, flashing with the power of the underworld, a monk who combines Dao cultivation and soul cultivation, the Qing Ying Sword in his hand ranks thirteenth in the Chu State, ranking higher than the previous two fire swords and ice swords.

Zhang Hongjun's expression was indifferent, the ancient sword in his hand was still swiping like flowing water, his footwork had no fixed posture, as if he was walking at will, but every step was so charming, as if it should be walked out like this, and only when he walked out like this can it be regarded as the correct footwork.

Quiver!

Suddenly, he stomped lightly on the ground, kicking up a trace of dust, but the ancient sword in his hand was such a proper stab, splitting the brilliant sword of the Blue Immortal Sword and piercing this person's throat.

In the blink of an eye, several Chu State monks had lost their lives, and the faces of the remaining monks became more solemn, and many monks ran Xuan Gong, releasing all kinds of light all over their bodies, and the thick energy poured out, submerging this piece of heaven and earth in an instant.

"Slash!"

A monk jumped up, holding a wide giant sword, the size of a door panel, the sword was engraved with various mystical runes, exuding a jet black luster, very sharp, this is a Shenwu giant sword, ranked twenty-ninth among the famous swords of the Chu State, worse than the ranking of the previous ones, however, its aggressiveness should not be underestimated, and the offensive power is more powerful than the previous swords, which belongs to the offensive sword.

This monk held the giant sword of the divine object in both hands, exuding a rich demonic power, this is a combination of demon cultivation and Taoist cultivation, the demonic power of his whole body is injected into the giant sword, and the sword body has a terrifying aura spreading, he slashed the giant sword hard, and performed the move of the big sword, which is very domineering.

Buzz!

The air was shaking, the air waves were splitting, and a frightening resonance was formed in an instant, and the surrounding rocks were swaying and falling from the mountain.

Seeing this, the other monks showed a relaxed expression on their faces, it was obvious that they also had enough confidence in the power of the Divine Greatsword, believing that this sword was enough to kill Zhang Hongjun, and even if it didn't work, it could inflict heavy damage on him.

However, in the face of such a powerful sword, Zhang Hongjun was still calm, and his mood had fallen into a mysterious realm, returning to the basics, no self, no sky, no earth, no heaven and earth, no heaven and earth and no invincible.

This kind of realm is a mysterious realm, and even Zhang Hongjun himself doesn't know how he came in, but he feels very clear at this moment, and everything around him seems to be integrated with him.

"Broken!"

With a soft drink, the ancient sword in Zhang Hongjun's hand shook slightly, shooting out a ray of light like a swimming dragon, and at the same time, the sound of a dragon's groan was heard.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the Shenwu Giant Sword was cut into two sections, and only then did a rumbling explosion be heard, and the energy spread everywhere, flying sand and stones, and the heavens and the earth exploded.

The monk of the Chu State who used the Shenwu Giant Sword screamed miserably, flew upside down, fell into the depths of the canyon, and disappeared.

Zhang Hongjun's body was glowing with a layer of faint light, like a set of armor, protecting his body, and all energy fluctuations were blocked.

And his figure is still swimming, advancing and retreating, turning and jumping, every movement does not drag, there is no pause, it is natural.

"What kind of magic is this, and even this kind of energy impact can't help it?"

A monk exclaimed.

"His appearance seems to have entered a subtle state of enlightenment, returning to the basics, with the power of immortals."

"But he obviously only has the cultivation of the eighth-layer realm, why can he enter this state?"

"Ancient Sword?"

The monks showed shock on their faces, and then stared at the ancient sword in Zhang Hongjun's hand, that kind of fiery eyes were even more obvious, it was the ancient sword that made him enter that state of enlightenment, which was covetous.

"The ancient sword must be difficult!"

In the past, the ancient sword was controlled by the royal family of Chu State, and it was difficult for others to get their hands on it, but at this time, the ancient sword has been obtained by Zhang Hongjun, so if they succeed, it will not be taken away from the royal family of Chu State, and they can take it as their own with peace of mind.

"We must attack at the same time, and we can't save our strength anymore, otherwise, this sword is destined to be doomed to us."

An older monk said in a deep voice, the others thought so, and at this time, they didn't want to do it, Zhang Hongjun had already turned the defense into an attack, and his steps were light but lightning fast rushing towards them.

Yes!

Zhang Hongjun's footwork seemed to be slow, but his speed was as fast as lightning, and before they could react, one of the monks had his throat cut off.

"Purple Frost Sword!"

"The Sword of the Serpent!"

"Coiling Dragon Sword!"

"Seven Star Sword!"

"Blackhook Sword!"

Suddenly, countless swords flew, and the top twenty swords on the Chu State Famous Sword List appeared, all kinds of lights flickered, and the heaven and earth were all swords in the world at this moment, and the terrifying sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the Quartet was slaughtered unscrupulously, completely submerging Zhang Hongjun in it, and not even a shadow could be seen.

Thundered!

In the surrounding area, all the trees turned into powder, the mountains and rocks completely burst, the earth shook, and the momentum of swallowing thousands of miles spread out.

"This man will die!"

All the monks shot at the same time, and that kind of offensive power was not as simple as one plus one equaling two, but one plus one was greater than two and greater than ten.

More energy exploded, and no human figure could be seen on the entire mountain peak, all of them were sword qi and sword rays, flying in all directions, filling the entire mountain.

"Stop, he should be dead."

The monks of the Chu State stopped, staring at the position that was surrounded by them in front of them, which had become the target of their attack, where the dust and sand were flying, the dust and smoke were filled, and there were still remnants of sword light flickering, but there was no figure in sight.

"This person should be dead, under this kind of energy attack, no one can avoid it."

A monk in the Chu State shouted, looking a little excited.

Clang!

At this moment, a dragon-like sword roar came from the dusty and smoke-filled place, crisp and vibrating.

Then, I saw a figure flickering, a long sword breaking through the air, a sword waving, and the ancient sword qi slashing, like a ball of divine light, kept moving, and at the same time, a tranquil figure appeared.

Zhang Hongjun held the ancient sword in his hand, his expression was indifferent, he had no desires, his steps were light, he swam like clouds and water, and he was swimming like a fish in the dust and smoke.

In this heaven and earth where the sword qi was raging, on the peak of the sword light, on the top of this mountain full of holes, Zhang Hongjun calmly danced the ancient sword without a trace of scarring, and the earth-shattering attack before could not hurt him.

"Ahh How could it be, he was fine. ”

"I don't believe it, it's definitely a hallucination."

"Is he too fast, no one can see it when he dodges, otherwise no one can resist such a strong attack."

The monks of the Chu State were completely shocked, it was too unbelievable.

"Is the attack over, then it's up to me to attack."

As Zhang Hongjun spoke, his figure turned into a streamer, which quickly flashed in front of everyone, and then, everyone's throats were cut.

Bang Bang Bang!

The swords in the hands of the monks of the Chu State fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and they all died.

Call!

Zhang Hongjun exhaled a long breath of turbidity, the ancient sword slowly retracted, and the whole person just withdrew from that mysterious state.

Zhang Hongjun was in a trance for a while, recalling the feeling of being mysterious and mysterious, and only after a while did he open his eyes and glance around, the entire mountain was full of monks on the famous sword list of the Chu State, and there were more than 20 people.

On this day, there were more than 20 fewer monks on the Chu State's Famous Sword List.

"How come I don't feel a hint of murderous intent, but I have killed so many people?"

Zhang Hongjun felt strange in his heart, and he was also a little afraid, he looked at the ancient sword in his hand, could it be that the ancient sword was affecting his heart? If this is the case, this ancient sword is really not simple, and it is better to be careful when using it in the future.

"So many swords?"

Zhang Hongjun's scattered famous swords are put away, they are all swords on the list of famous swords in the Chu State, and the price is very expensive, if it is known by outsiders, it will also be a bloody battle.

He put away his swords, some were fine, some were damaged by the energy, but it was still a rare sword.

"People die for money, birds die for food, you give your own sword to others for the sake of other people's swords, and you don't even want your life, why bother?"

Zhang Hongjun sighed lightly and prepared to leave.

"Amitabha!"

But at this moment, and the Dao Buddha light landed, and the two Arhats one after the other, blocking his way.

"Amitabha, the donor's murderous nature is so heavy, he must have strayed into the path of demons."

An arhat recited the Buddha's name, accusing Zhang Hongjun of not being the one.

"As an Arhat, are you so indiscriminate? If they want to kill me, can't I fight back and fight back in self-defense? Zhang Hongjun frowned and asked rhetorically.

"With the cultivation of the donor, since they have already been defeated, let them retreat and leave, why do you need to kill people?"

An arhat with a compassionate expression.

"Do you know how dangerous it was just now, dozens of them bombarded me, if I don't make a decisive move, it's not them who are lying here at this time, but me."

Zhang Hongjun sneered.

"Amitabha, don't make useless quibbles, the fact is that the donor killed these people here."

"The donor has entered the demon path, please put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground!"

"The donor put down the butcher's knife and follow us to the West Heaven to listen to the Buddha's Dharma, relieve the demons of the heart, and redeem the soul."

The two arhats chattered endlessly, as if a thousand flies were buzzing and flying, making Zhang Hongjun completely collapse.

"Get out of here!" Zhang Hongjun roared angrily, carrying the power of the beast's roar, rolling like thunder.

"Amitabha, the donor is obsessed, we have no choice but to take action."

Two Arhats chanted the Buddha's name, one took out a wooden fish, knocked aggressively, the sound shocked people's souls, this is a divine sense attack, Zhang Hongjun hurriedly ran the Nine Dragons Alchemy Technique, and stabilized his mind.

"Close!"

The other sacrificed a pagoda, which quickly grew larger in the sky, to suck Zhang Hongjun in.

This is a powerful Buddha artifact, emitting a brilliant golden light, comparable to that Nyorai Divine Palm, very powerful.

First of all, the divine consciousness attacked, so that Zhang Hongjun fell into a trance, and then sacrificed the pagoda to suppress it, the two cooperated very tacitly, maybe I don't know how many times they cooperated, very skillful.

However, just when the two thought that Zhang Hongjun would be caught, they saw Zhang Hongjun carry out the Penglai stele, throw it towards the pagoda, and send it flying, and then, with a bang, slap at the Arhat who knocked on the wooden fish, this person was also quick to react, threw out the wooden fish, and blocked the attack of the stele.

This wooden fish is also a powerful Buddhist weapon, and it was undamaged when it was hit by the stone tablet, and it flew back into the hands of the arhat with a whoosh.

"The donor has this treasure, no wonder he can kill so many people." The arhat holding the wooden fish said in a deep voice.

"If you have such a treasure, why take their lives when you stop them?" Another Arhat Road.

"It's still the donor's heart like a demon."

"Amitabha!"

The two arhats began to chatter again, very mortal.

Bang!

Zhang Hongjun didn't say a word, and the Penglai stele slapped at them desperately, hitting them like flies, these two flies were too noisy, buzzing endlessly, and it was annoying.