"Since there is a saint here, the negotiation oath between the two sides must be guaranteed."

Chen Jun glanced at the forces of King Guangling and King Zhao Bing of Yan, many of whom were covered in hair, feeling a chill down their spines and chilling.

The first Confucian sage nodded.

"I'm not good at chess, but I've played another game with your disciple."

Chen Jun's eyes fell on the old man in gray and said, "Old man, remember the original agreement, do you think you can win now?" ”

"The old man is not forgetful to that extent."

Huang Longshi played chess quickly, almost glanced at a chess piece and a chess piece fell, and he didn't care about the practice of playing chess silently, and talked to Chen Jun with interest: "The world is like chess, how can you see if the deer dies and who has not finished the game?" ”

"Then let's take a look, I hope Mr. Xu Da can stop Huang Longshi."

Xu Weixiong was also very fast, almost not inferior to Huang Longshi's speed, and nodded: "Weixiong must do his best." ”

Chen Jun turned to leave, no longer paying attention to the chess game, looked ahead, and said, "Please!" ”

All the masters of the rivers and lakes were suddenly shocked, and their eyes stayed on Chen Jun and Wang Laowei.

Wang Xianzhi raised his hands, clenched his fists lightly, and smiled for the first time.

I guess I can play a little more heartily this time.

"Please come with me and fight Wang."

For example, Hong Zhong Dalu's voice was like a hurricane blowing the waves of Xuegong Lotus Lake, and the burly white shadow flew out like a comet, shooting from the ground to the sky.

Chen Jun followed and flew out.

In an instant, more than half of the masters of the rivers and lakes in the Shangyin School Palace also flew out.

"Daddy, why did Mr. Chen fly out, can't you fight here?" Miss Li Zi looked at the dozens of flying figures, her eyes full of envy.

"Thing, you often say I'm stupid.

How can the school palace support the battle between Mr. Chen and Mr. Wang, they must go outside to fight, isn't it Master? ”

The bright and delicate monk received a crisp chestnut on his white and bright head.

Shangyin School Palace is located in Jiangnan Province, which is mostly a densely populated place, or a place where the soldiers of various forces are encamped, and there are not many places suitable for fighting.

Eight hundred miles of Spring God Lake.

The water and the sky are a line, vast and uninhabited, no one can imagine such a falling glow and a lonely bird flying together, the beautiful scenery of the autumn water and the sky together, a hundred years ago, but everywhere was gunsmoke, the tree was wiped out, there were a few people who were a lupine scarf and a heroic hair, and a few people were a disgraced dog.

Suddenly, the whole lake shook.

A burly figure with white hair fell, and another figure in white clothes fell.

"Please Emperor Wu to taste the sword."

Chen Jun raised an arm.

Huo Ran approached the Kuaixue Mountain Villa near Chunshen Lake, Qinghu City, Ghost Gate Pass, Slippery Platforms everywhere, long swords and short swords, ancient swords and new swords, all flew over, trembling.

On the straight line in front of him, the swords were connected from end to end, hovering in turn.

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Jun's mouth.

"Kill with me!"

"Let's go!"

The white-clothed figure swept through the air like a frightened rainbow.

In an instant, the long sword densely like a flying locust that covered the sky pierced the sky, let out a terrifying roar, and blasted towards Wang Xianzhi.

Wang Xianzhi stood still on the surface of the lake, her eyes getting brighter and brighter.

An unprecedented interest was born in his heart, and he suddenly raised his elbow, his palm hanging in the air, and flipped suddenly.

The Spring God Lake is turbulent, the waves of the lake are more than ten zhang high, and they are about to submerge and devour countless flying swords, and there are not many things that the martial artists in the world can do in the face of the sword immortals, and it is as easy as a finger for him.

"Bang!"

The sword groans as a dragon, and it goes straight to the sky.

The big waves of the lake were separated in an instant, but there was no figure of the man in white.

Wang Xianzhi smiled lightly and stepped out.

A thousand waves immediately set off behind him, and a line of white waves flew into the sky, and every step out, the entire Spring God Lake trembled slightly, as if it was difficult to withstand the strength of the burly old man's feet.

Wang Xianzhi's ten fingers were entangled, clenched into a fist.

Punch out!

At this moment, a long sword suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Swords and palms clash with each other.

Wang Xianzhi's body withdrew more than a dozen zhang away.

"What?"

The masters of the great masters of the rivers and lakes who had followed them across thousands of miles stood and watched from a distance, and their eyes widened when they saw this scene, and they looked at each other with an uncontrollable shock, especially those great masters of the sword path, whose faces showed excitement.

"Wang Xianzhi was actually forced to retreat by the new sword god's sword?"

"The sword god is really the sword god, and he has the strength to pull Wang Lao Monster down to the first place in the world."

"Don't be happy too early, just take a few steps back, when Cao Changqing, Deng Tai'a, and Li Chungang challenged Wang Laowei, they all hurt each other."

"Wang Lao Wei is the first in the world in martial arts, and his physique can be described as the great power of heaven and earth, which can not be defeated by a simple single fist and a sword, if that is the case, he will not be able to be invincible in the world."

Everyone's minds gradually retreated.

As he said, Wang Xianzhi raised his fist to attack again, but this time it was Chen Jun's turn to withdraw more than a dozen zhang away, and when he hit him in the chest, bursts of mist erupted behind Chen Jun.

The mist condenses into droplets, and the dripping water becomes a sword!

"Three thousand swords, you can kill the immortal god!"

Three thousand droplets of water rose violently, as if they were obediently following orders and being manipulated.

Chen Jun stood on the waves.

Wang Xianzhi stepped on the waves and laughed in a low voice: "The immortal god who is cut can't kill Wang!" ”

Chen Jun was stunned, his fingers were like a sword, and with a slight pick, the water droplets lined up into a line of swords to kill and stab, Wang Xianzhi slapped it with his hand at will, but the line of swords condensed by the water droplets did not disperse, as his fingers moved again, another nine first-line swords followed, and three thousand swords stopped in the air, forming a circular sword formation, trapping Wang Xianzhi firmly inside.

The pause was only fleeting.

But it was enough to trap Wang Xianzhi for a moment.

"Big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate!"

Three thousand drops of water fell sharply.

Like a storm swept by a storm, the torrential rain poured down on the earth.

The crackling sound was like a thunderstorm hitting the plantain outside the window at night, and Wang Xianzhi rarely clenched his hands into fists to defend.

The spectators' eyes were stunned, and they refused to let go of a picture.

But the good times didn't last long, Wang Xianzhi let out a low shout, all the swords rained away, Wang Lao Wei was invincible in the world after all, and it was extremely difficult to stop him.

But below, all kendo masters with long swords, even kendo antiques who have lived for a hundred years, have to admit that they have a sense of eye-opening.

I saw Chen Jun open his lips and teeth lightly, and shouted lightly: "Ning!" ”

The three thousand water drops sword instantly condensed again, this kind of Taoist pardon, the Taoist method with Tianxian in the mouth is just an appetizer, with the fingers of the sword god who carried the sword dao of the rivers and lakes to make picks, hooks, stabs, block, intercept, take and other actions, the sword rain changed as much as possible, and it was as if the antelope hung its horns without a trace, and it was hard to block Wang Xianzhi from the hundreds.

Compared to Wang Xianzhi's fist, this inspired sword technique is not only extremely powerful, but also extremely ornamental.

Half an hour later, Wang Xianzhi blasted through hundreds of rounds of raindrops and thousands of swords in one go, setting off dozens of water curtains, and when he finished taking the second breath, Chen Jun had the time to breathe.

The martial arts of the world, the realm of a product and even the land immortals, the realm of heaven and man cannot last endlessly, and those in different realms only hold on for different lengths of time.

At this moment, when Chen Jun was ventilating, Wang Xianzhi launched again.

People are killed, and the world is turned upside down!

This is an appropriate way to describe the first martial artist in the world, but in the blink of an eye, Wang Xianzhi stepped out, approaching Chen Jun at hand, and his fist was like a dragon, and he was about to blast into his heart.

The rain of swords is coming.

In a square inch, a line of swords composed of three thousand sword rains erupted with dazzling clear light.

But in front of the fist of Wan Jun, which was as heavy as Wuyue, it was broken and overflowed with the brilliance of the glass.

"Boom!"

A strong wind blew in his face, and the three thousand sword momentum completely collapsed at this moment.

Chen Jun's heart sank, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Oops."

The spectators shouted badly, such as the old ancestor of the Wu family's sword mound shook his head again and again: "The sword god is probably in great danger this time, Wang Lao Wei is physically strong, almost invincible, a pair of fists can cut off all the divine blades in the world, which is also the terrible thing about martial arts who prove the Tao with strength."

The advantage of the sword god lies in the swordsmanship, and the distance is widened, as before, Wang Lao Wei is really not necessarily able to help the sword god. ”

Chai Qingshan, the sect master of the Dongyue Sword Pool, nodded: "It is not difficult to resist this punch with the cultivation of the sword god, but if you lose the first move, it will be impossible to get it back, and it will be equivalent to the winner or loser in the chess game against a master like them." Most of the sword-wielding swordsmen lamented with regret.

And just when Wang Xianzhi punched.

Chen Jun suddenly let go of all his defenses, and the sword qi in the long sky disappeared without a trace.

A fist swung over as well.

Double-fist bombardment.

Heaven and earth are quiet.

Many spectators were shaken and in a trance, and when they came back to their senses, they saw Wang Xianzhi and Chen Jun both retreating a few steps away.

"The sword god blocked it?"

Almost all of them looked stunned, looking at the two figures fighting in the sky above the lake, and their eyes widened and widened.

"The Sword God actually used his body to fight against Wang Xianzhi?"

"A sword god who doesn't use a sword?

Is this still a sword god? ”

Everyone was stunned by this scene of the battle, and they were speechless for a long time, and they reluctantly accepted it in their hearts for a long time.

Continue to watch the battle, many people's hearts feel more and more powerless, as expected, this battle is not half a point of thunder and rain, the first and second two people in the martial arts review turned over the river and the sea, like two dragons at the bottom of the lake suddenly collided, erupting in earth-shattering fluctuations.

The steaming Spring God Lake, the water vapor on the surface of the lake for eight hundred miles is filled, but suddenly there is a "Zheng" sound in the sky, and the sword curtain hangs down to the sky, immediately strangling all the water vapor, and the universe is clear. After a while, I saw the magnificent scene of the Wave Shaking Xiongcheng, and the weather of heaven and earth only kept changing in the fierce battle in the hands of the two.

Everyone stood in the distance and looked into the distance, even if they were outside the scope of the Extreme Spirit's exploration, they didn't dare to take a step forward.

The battle between the two was like a divine sword staggered and swept, and several eyeless first-class masters jumped forward, but they were hit, and immediately vomited blood and were seriously injured, and they were too busy to come back, not daring to continue watching.

"Boom!"

Eight hundred miles of Chunshen Lake, Chen Jun and Wang Xianzhi fought from the center of the lake to the east of the lake, and the east of the lake fought to Hunan.

The waves slowly converged on the huge waves, and the entire Spring God Lake was like a mud puddle, blowing a breath, and immediately the waves were turbulent, setting off huge waves dozens of feet high.

In the south direction of Chunshen Lake, it is close to the Kuaixue Mountain Villa, a big force in the rivers and lakes.

At this time, the owner of Kuaixue Mountain Villa was watching the battle by the lakeside, and had already ordered the evacuation of the people in the village, but many nearby residents made a living from fishing and often brought boats to fish.

A fishing boat that is three or four zhang big on weekdays, but at the moment in the Spring God Lake but like duckweed, the boat boss and the beautiful and slender daughter looked at the huge waves that were about to hit not far away, as if struck by lightning, at a loss.

Suddenly, a man in white swept by the bow of the boat, stepping on the tip of the boat, and the fishing boat sailed quickly to the shore like a sharp arrow, escaping the difficulty.

"Fight again in another place!"

The figure left, and the boat boss only heard this voice in his ears, and after being rescued by the fishermen on the shore, he immediately pulled his daughter to kneel and kowtow.

Since then, many years later, there has been a rumor of "immortals stepping on boats" in Chunshen Lake.

The sun was setting in the west, approaching dusk, the sky was gradually darkening, and the two had not yet seen victory or defeat in the battle.

However, many people in the city heard that a man in white had just drunk a bowl of tea here, and a burly old man had rested here.

On the first day, the battle of Lake Spring God was not clear.

On the second day, it was rumored that there was a shocking battle at the site of the West Chuxi Fortress.

Waiting for the rivers and lakes to pass, the throats of hundreds of thousands of soldiers who died in Liyang and Xichu in the past, most of the desolate and majestic ancient cities collapsed, and I saw that this green mountain was cut off from it, and the big river was cut off and diverted, telling how domineering the previous war was.

Day 3.

There are also people in the rivers and lakes who are patiently looking for Wang Xianzhi and Chen Jun, only the ancestor of the Wu family's sword mound, Chai Qingshan, the sect master of the Dongyue Sword Pool, and the owner of Kuaixue Mountain Villa.

That is, on this day, Dongyue Jianchi disciples Shan Baiyi and Song Tinglu suddenly came together to report, with a look of 100,000 urgency.

Chai Qingshan, the sect master of the Yue Sword Pond in the world, who has always been known for his exquisite swordsmanship and profound sword aura, stroked his beard and sighed, and reprimanded angrily: "How do I usually teach you, you need to have calm when you encounter major events, you need to have calm energy, do you understand?" Why, you two are the leaders of our sect in vain. ”

Chai Qingshan glanced at the Wu family's sword mound ancestor.

Shan Baiyi and Song Tinglu glanced at each other, exhaled a few long breaths, and the anxious look on their faces slowly disappeared.

"That's right, be calm." Chai Qingshan nodded and asked, "What's going on, let's talk about it." ”

Shan Bait said: "Master, the new swords of our two sword pools have been emptied?" ”

"What?"

Chai Qingshan's round eyes widened, stepped forward and grabbed his neckline, and lifted it, "What's the matter?" How could the sword pool be emptied of the sword?

Who in the rivers and lakes is so bold, even the vassal kings of all parties dare not do this, you are fooling me? ”

Song Tinglu reminded on the side: "Master, you must be calm in case of major events!" ”

Such a funny scene, the corners of the mouths of the surrounding celebrities unabashedly smiled.

Chai Qingshan's face turned red, and he said: "Quiet your aunt, you calm down this kind of thing, give me a hundred years of retreat, and say, are you fooling me?" ”

"Master, how dare we fool you?"

"It's the sword god who empties the sword pool."

The smile on the lips of the old ancestor of the Wu family's sword mound came to an abrupt end.

"Oh no, Sword Shrine!"

In front of everyone's eyes, the old ancestor of the Wu family sword mound flew away like a flying sword and disappeared into the air.