"Oh? Kind of capable. ”

A chill suddenly flashed in Ling Qianji's eyes, if he was replaced by an ordinary half-saint, he would have been suppressed by his sword intent, kneeling in the place, he couldn't survive and die, and this Chen Qingzhi was actually able to compete with him, but he was not an ordinary person.

"Both, today's banquet is not a place for you to fight."

Just as he was about to make his next move, suddenly, a slightly cold voice suddenly came from not far away.

Ling Qianji suddenly stopped urging his sword intent, he turned his face sideways, and saw several dignified figures walking over.

These people are all wearing python robes, and they are obviously from the royal family.

Ling Chen's gaze fell on the person in front of him, who was like a divine sword, and an extremely powerful qi sword emanated from his body, repelling the surrounding air.

"Sword Warrior."

How could Ling Chen not recognize this biggest opponent he had encountered at the Heavenly Sword Conference.

However, today's Sword Peerless, compared with the time of the Heavenly Sword Conference, is undoubtedly very different, the person looks calm and capable, and at the same time, the cultivation aura has also been greatly improved.

After all, he is a peerless genius who ranks second in the qualification on the wall of the 10,000-year-old history, even if he does not cultivate well temporarily, but his growth rate is far beyond the reach of ordinary geniuses.

Behind Jian Wushuang, it was Li Yuanhao, as well as Li Yifeng, Li Tailong and other princes.

"The eldest prince, Prince Yuanhao."

That Ling Qianji saw that it was Jian Wushuang, and he hurriedly surrendered his hand to the latter, and the domineering posture just now disappeared in an instant.

He can not care about other people, but Jian Wushuang, he has to pay attention, Jian Wushuang is the same as him, he is a disciple of Sword Casting Villa, although the other party started late, but the cultivation speed is extremely terrifying, not long ago, about a month ago, Jian Wushuang also defeated a young master of Tianjiao level in Sword Casting Villa with a sword, which shook the entire Sword Casting Villa.

The owner of the Sword Forge Villa personally ordered the news to be blocked, reflecting the incomparable importance he attached to Sword Wushuang.

Now, a month has passed, and Jian Wushuang's strength may have improved again.

Of course, this news did not come out, so now except for the core disciples of their Sword Forging Villa, few others knew about it.

"These people who are sideways and left-minded have a vulgar personality, and they want to do it if they don't agree with each other, I'm just teaching them a lesson on behalf of the eldest prince."

Ling Qianji glanced at Chen Qing and said coldly.

"Fart, it's obvious that you guys provoked it first, and you actually took a bite back."

Qin Yiren can't wait to go up and smoke Ling Qianji's big-eared scraper, this guy can really distort the facts and spray people with blood.

"Okay, let's stop arguing, this matter is over."

Jian Wushuang's face was cold, and he continued: "If I find out who is doing it here, no matter who it is, I will personally send him out of this Full Moon Tower." ”

Hearing this, Ling Qianji also snorted coldly, Jian Wushuang had already said this, he naturally didn't dare to make any more moves, but just looked at Chen Qingzhi coldly, "I hope that when you come to the Ninth Stream Conference, you can still be so tough." ”

Chen Qingzhi: "Don't worry. I'm afraid that you will become a shrunken turtle at that time. ”

"I don't know how thick the sky is."

Ling Qianji stopped talking nonsense, and after glancing at Ling Chen suspiciously, he also shook his hand and turned away.

"It's a pity that I didn't get to see a good show."

Seeing this scene, Tang Wuji also shook his head with regret, of course he wanted the two sides to fight, and he also wanted to take this opportunity to let Ling Qianji try Ling Chen's strength, but he didn't expect to be destroyed by this sword peerless.

After all, in his opinion, although the death of the three elders of their Tang Sect was inseparable from Ling Chen, it could not have been done by Ling Chen himself, and the latter probably used some shady means, otherwise, with Ling Chen's strength in the Heavenly Extreme Realm, how could he have killed a strong person of the strength of the Third Elder?

"Forget it, let's talk about it at the Ninth Stream Conference."

A touch of coldness flashed in Tang Wuji's eyes.

After Ling Qianji and the others left, Jian Wushuang looked at Ling Chen, in his eyes, as if he had automatically filtered out the others, and in his eyes, only Ling Chen's figure remained.

Ling Chen also looked directly at his old opponent, and the eyes of the two seemed to turn into sword qi, and they collided fiercely in mid-air.

"Ling Chen, a year has passed, and your sword shouldn't have become dull."

The fierce intent in Jian Wushuang's eyes eased slightly, and then he spoke, but the sharpness in his words did not diminish in the slightest.

"Of course not, my sword will only get sharper with each passing day."

Ling Chen's-for-tat authenticity.

Jian Wushuang nodded and said, "That's good, at this Ninth Stream Conference, I will defeat you with my own hands." ”

"I'll wait."

Ling Chen nodded disappreciatively.

Jian Wushuang was the most outstanding swordsman he had ever seen, and at the Heavenly Sword Conference, Jian Wushuang was defeated in his hands, but now more than a year has passed, and he doesn't know how far Jian Wushuang's strength has grown now.

However, Ling Chen has self-confidence, and those who have been defeated in his hands will never have a chance to win back from him.

"Ignorant fools."

Not far away, when Ling Qianji saw this scene, he also sneered and shook his head, looking at Ling Chen like an idiot.

Jian Wushuang can even be defeated by a young genius at the Tianjiao level now, at this time and that time, what kind of thing is he Ling Chen, and he still thinks that he will be Jian Wushuang's opponent?

"When the time comes, there will be jokes to watch."

Ling Qianji had a sarcastic smile on his face, he was waiting for the time to see Ling Chen's ugly appearance at the Ninth Stream Conference, it would definitely be very interesting.

"It's not a level opponent at all......"

At this time, beside the plump Murong Chengcheng, there was another woman in purple who suddenly shook her head and sighed.

Murong Chengcheng looked at Murong Ziying next to him in some surprise, "What's the matter, Sister Ziying, do you also think that the current Ling Chen is not the opponent of Jian Wushuang at all?" ”

"Quite the opposite."

Unexpectedly, Murong Ziying smiled bitterly, "I think that Jian Wushuang can't be Ling Chen's opponent." ”

"Why do you say that?"

Murong Chengcheng was taken aback, the current Jian Wushuang is obviously much stronger than a year ago, and Ling Chen, although he has also made great progress, but the number of wins and losses between the two is probably difficult to say, but Murong Ziying said that Jian Wushuang could not be Ling Chen's opponent?

This clan sister of hers is a disciple of Lingyue Island, and she may really know what Ling Chen doesn't know about.

"Do you know, I heard some time ago that Ling Chen fought head-to-head with the Destiny Marquis of Wildfire City in a secret palace trial, and won the battle!" Murong Ziying pursed her lips and whispered.

"What?!"

Murong Allure's delicate body was shocked, as if he had been struck by lightning, and his body froze there, motionless.