A sword mountain mound was erected high.

What is buried in the ground is the first person to evaluate martial arts today, strict and impermeable.

The Sword Mountain did not waver in the slightest, and there was no undulating tremor in it.

"Wang Xianzhi was buried?" The great masters of the Wu family's sword mound asked questions one after another, and it was hard to believe the scene in front of them.

Wu Liuding silently looked at the sword mountain that was inserted into the sky in the distance, and a figure slowly fell from the sky.

"Li Chungang's two-sleeved green snake is already chic and domineering enough, but I didn't expect this white-clothed sword god to be even more domineering, and he was so domineering that he was speechless.

Cuihua, do you think I have a chance to reach this state in my life? ”

The ordinary-looking, stereotyped and boring woman had a long mouth and could hardly speak.

Wu Liuding laughed at himself, reached out to hold the hand of the woman named Cuihua, and shook it, "It doesn't matter if you can't reach it, I will be content with your sauerkraut to eat in this life anyway, isn't there still you, you still have a chance." ”

The woman didn't speak, she didn't nod, but her face was extremely solemn.

Many of the surrounding sword mound masters cast their eyes over, seeing their reactions, slightly gloomy, looking at the eight hundred years of the history of the Wu family sword mound, it is the first generation of the sword mound that can achieve such a shocking spirit of 200,000 swords, that is, the first generation of the sword mound ancestor has never done it, perhaps the hope is also pinned on Deng Tai'a who fused the killing sword into a sword from the East China Sea.

Wu Liuding and Qi Jiajie no longer have the mind to compete with swords.

The masters of the sword mound next to him all looked at the man in white in the distance, and they had no idea of watching the sword fight, no matter how wonderful and enthusiastic it was before, but it was far more discolored than the scene in front of them, like two children holding wooden sticks and comparing with each other at the entrance of the village, like a joke.

In the southern sky, a group of people stopped.

The old ancestor of the Wu family's sword mound who traveled thousands of miles from the western fortress of Western Chu, Chai Qingshan and his disciples of the Dongyue Sword Pond looked at the sword mountain that had shifted thousands of feet from afar, and they could no longer take their eyes off.

As a woman, Shan Bait Yi simply asked: "Master, Master, it is the man in white who emptied the sword of our Dongyue Sword Pool. ”

Chai Qingshan's heart was surging, "I can see it for the teacher." ”

Shan Bait innocently asked: "Do we want to teach him a lesson?" ”

Song Tinglu snickered at the corner of his mouth, Chai Qingshan couldn't help but breathe, and reprimanded: "What is the lesson, others teach us the same." ”

The unworldly single bait blushed and didn't understand what was wrong, and the senior brother Song Tinglu beside him whispered: "That's the white-clothed sword god, the second in martial arts." ”

"What is Senior Brother's Martial Commentary?"

Song Tinglu was speechless, and said helplessly to this little junior sister: "You just need to know that the master can't beat the man in white." ”

Chai Qingshan was suddenly full of black lines.

The Wu family's sword mound ancestor and others laughed secretly.

"Master, master." Dongyue Jianchi's single bait looked into the distance and said eagerly: "The man in white has come over." ”

Chai Qingshan, the old ancestor of the Wu family's sword mound immediately held his breath and condensed, and Yuan Zhuyue held a pair of Jianghu kendo grandmaster bearing.

"I've seen the sword mound, the two of the sword pool."

did not report his name, and there was some contempt, but Chai Qingshan, Sword Shrine Old Ancestor and other grandmasters did not dare to be careless, and bowed back: "I have seen the Sword God!" ”

Chen Jun said: "Today, the sword mound borrowed the sword, the incident happened suddenly, I am willing to make amends to the sword mound, and the conditions can be proposed." ”

As soon as the surrounding masters heard this, their breathing instantly became rough, and the sword god, who is currently expected to be the number one master in the world, promises what such conditions represent, it is self-evident, but the Wu family sword mound has the pride of the Wu family sword mound, and the ancestor said proudly:

"Emperor Wu's city is full of swords from the world's top swordsmen, and the sword god can use the Wu family's sword mound and sword mountain to suppress Wang Laowei, which is to breathe a sigh of relief for the world's swordsmen, how can the sword mound ask for any conditions? If necessary, it doesn't hurt to empty Sword Mountain! ”

Suppression, can a Wu family sword mound suppress Wang Xianzhi?

Chen Jun glanced at Sword Mountain and said with a smile: "Thank you Sword Shrine then." ”

He looked at Chai Qingshan again: "The sword of Dongyue Sword Pool is also my doing, what conditions does Sect Master Chai have." ”

Chai Qingshan felt that many eyes fell on his body, his face was embarrassed, and he was a little hesitant, Dongyue Sword Pond is different from the Sword Shrine, according to the disciple, many famous swords have been lost. But in this situation, with the words of the old ancestor of the sword mound in front of him, if he puts forward the condition, then the Dongyue Sword Pond will not want to raise his head in front of the sword mound in the future, for fear that he will die of shame.

"Master, you've lost your newly crafted saber Pure Dew."

A woman replied seriously, innocent, Chai Qingshan's old face turned red, and he glared at Shan Bait, the latter's voice became smaller and smaller, as thin as a mosquito fly: "And Master, what about the White Frost Sword you promised me." ”

Chai Qingshan's face was straight, but in fact, he said with blood dripping in his heart: "Let the sword god laugh, but the sword mound has a desire to make a sword for the swordsmen of the world, and my Dongyue Sword Pool is not weaker than him!" ”

Chen Jun smiled inwardly, and only then did he notice the female disciple beside Chai Qingshan, that figure had just shown signs of protrusion, and when the baby fat face was being cleared, the beauty embryo with a melon seed face also surfaced, she was dressed in white like snow, and carried a white sheath long sword that complemented each other, especially the extremely simple red sandalwood hairpin on her head.

The purple hairpin is like a sword, flying among the green silk.

"The loss of your new sword is indeed my fault."

This fledgling female disciple of Dongyue Jianchi pursed her mouth, not at all afraid of the white-clothed man who was respected by her master as a god.

Chen Jun asked, "How long have you been learning swords?" ”

Hearing this, Chai Qingshan's eyes lit up, and the surrounding masters cast envious glances at the girl, which meant to point out the swordsmanship to compensate.

The sword god has three disciples, and he is not a top master in the martial arts review, if he can harvest one or two cheats from the sword god, maybe there is hope for the Dongyue sword pool to rise.

The single bait with baby fat on his face was unaware, "Since I was four years old, I have been studying for twelve years, what's wrong?" ”

"Nothing?"

Chen Jun's big hand was like a breeze, and the purple hairpin between the girl's green silk fell into his hand in the blink of an eye: "What compensation am I thinking of giving you?" ”

Seeing the purple hairpin in his hair fall into the man's hand, the single bait clothes instantly turned red, regardless of the eyebrows of the master and the senior brother, he snorted and said, "I, I, I don't want your guidance." ”

"Boom!"

Suddenly.

There were no signs.

The sword mountain in the distance exploded violently, and 200,000 swords flew in all directions in the earth-shattering terrifying fluctuations, and the long swords were like peerless rainbows, tearing through the sky, thrilling to the extreme.

There were hundreds of sharp arrows flying in the direction of Chen Jun, and the ancestor of the Wu family's sword mound slapped it with one palm, but unexpectedly, his face immediately became dignified, and his strength surged, and a hundred long swords flew out backwards, and he himself was forced to retreat more than ten zhang away.

"Ahh Master, Wang Xianzhi came out. ”

Shan Bait Yi screamed in shock, Chai Qingshan and the others were shocked and panicked, shocked that Wang Xianzhi could not die under the suppression of 200,000 sharp arrows in the Wu family's sword mound, and panicked in the picture of tens of thousands of flying swords flying into the sky.

The burly mountain king Xianzhi's upper body was torn apart, revealing many criss-crossing sword marks and old wounds from a hundred years, the old and new scars were mixed, looking hideous and terrifying, in addition, he was not without the price, a line of blood from the corner of his mouth flowed to his chest, fierce and abnormal.

The Dongyue Sword Pool girl trembled with fright from this scene, and said timidly: "Mr. Chen, didn't my senior brother and master say that you are a white-clothed sword god, can you still suppress him." ”

Chen Jun couldn't help but smile: "Maybe! ”

Chen Jun looked at Wang Xianzhi who was walking slowly, his step-by-step movements seemed to be wrapped in the momentum of Mount Tai's pressure, which not only made the ground shake, but also made the hearts of every kendo master present tremble, and the corners of the latter's mouth flashed with a smile: "Your sword is strong enough, and it is domineering enough, Wang is very happy!" ”

Chen Jun said with a smile: "It's not easy to get the evaluation of Emperor Wu. ”

"But it's not easy to use such a position, if you don't have a new move, you may not be able to win, is there any?"

"Yes, but wait until I think about it!"

Chen Jun closed his eyes, shook the purple hairpin lightly in his hand, and frowned as if he was thinking about searching for a sword technique, which was shocking. Wang Xianzhi really didn't attack, waiting for the sword.

The girl in Dongyue Jianchi opened her eyes and looked at the white-clothed man beside her, her eyelashes trembling slightly, looking forward to it.

Suddenly, Chen Jun opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he immediately raised the purple hairpin.

A sword is drawn.

There was a continuous thunderstorm in the air, and I saw a boundless sword qi tearing the sky with a line of momentum.

This is a sword that Chen Junxin realized, the sword intent is taken from his wandering things, watching the world's forces wait for the day, the cold light is iron, there are large armies running thousands of miles to thunder and kill, there are two armies against each other to stir and tragic, there is a general in the dusk to achieve ten thousand bones withered, the mountains are like the sea, and the remnant sun is like blood.

The sword rule is to take him from Huishan into the south of the Yangtze River within three years, Beiliang, Beimang, Liyang all the way, I have seen the small bridge and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River, I have seen the sound of Lang Lang writing under the low thatched eaves, I have seen the sergeant drink wine and eat meat in a big bowl, I have seen the real person chanting the scriptures on the high platform alone, and I have seen the practice of a high monk wearing a robe.

The swordsmanship and sword intent are fused to form a unique purple sword qi.

There are nine thousand miles!

The sword qi is long, nine thousand miles!

This sword king Xianzhi did not dodge or dodge, holding down the tip of the sword qi with both hands, but was carried high into the air by the sword qi of Chongxiao, until it disappeared into the clouds, and he disappeared at all.

Chen Jun, who wielded this sword, looked a little tired.

The old ancestor of the Wu family's sword mound and many masters such as Chai Qingshan looked at the sky and looked at each other.

Wang Xianzhi, who was originally bombarded from under the Sword Mountain, almost with the heart of life and death, regarded everyone as fish and meat, like an active volcano full of 10,000 tons of energy, only burning everyone to death at the moment of eruption.

Now he was blown away by the bright and long purple sword qi, strange, strange.

Chai Qingshan and the others watched for a long time, but Wang Xianzhi had no sign of coming back, and seemed to have disappeared without a trace, or maybe he was dead.

The baby fat girl looked at the sky, picked it up excitedly, and said excitedly: "Thank you, Mr. Chen, no, the white-clothed sword god, otherwise I would be scared to death." ”

"It's fine!"

"What's the name of that sword?"

The people around them pricked up their ears.

"See for yourself."

Chen Jun inserted the purple hairpin into the girl's hair, a little on tiptoe, and the figure was like a sharp arrow shooting towards Wang Xianzhi's disappearance direction, and the robe was flying, like a fairy.

The girl pulled out the purple hairpin, looked intently, and immediately smiled sweetly.

The old ancestor of the Wu family's sword mound hurriedly asked, "What is that sword called?" ”

The girl named Singlebait replied, "Nine thousand miles! ”