City Lord's Mansion, Qianjian Pavilion.

"The surname Li, hand over the treasure, give you a decent way to die, and don't hurt you a single grass or tree!"

"If you die, the baby is still ours, for the sake of the Zining Mountains. ”

"Sure enough, it's you! I, Li Jingtian, really have enough face!"

"The night is long and there are many dreams, shoot with all your might!"

"I'm afraid none of you will be able to get out today. ”

“......”

The city lord Li Jingtian tried to make a mistake, and the intruder was no longer pretentious, and had already turned on the threat mode.

When Ling Xing arrived at the Qianjian Pavilion, he saw that the city lord Li Jingtian's lips were purple, his face was as red as blood, his Xuan Qi was disordered, his breathing was difficult, his muscles were trembling, his moves were scattered, his footwork was vain, and he was facing the siege of the three masked men, and he was afraid that he would stop eating after a while.

This was a symptom of poisoning, and he found that the toxin had spread rapidly through the bloodstream of his body with the Xuan Qi. The person who poisoned the two is probably this extra white-haired old man, a military general in the early stage of the realm, full of poisonous spots, and at first glance he is an evil man, constantly waving a dark green bone staff.

"You dare!"

Ling Xingchen spoke up to attract their attention and reduce the burden on the cheap brother.

His body martial arts Cui moved to the extreme, and at the same time, the long sword swung out, and the majestic Xuanyuan turned into a red-gold sword qi to practice, filled with thunder and lightning flew out, slashing towards the three of them, but the Horcrux long sword couldn't withstand the rage, and the magma-like Xuanyuan that gushed out of the body melted into metal droplets and fell.

The three of them were shocked, but when they looked back, the person who came was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy in the early stage of the martial arts master's high rank, a hairy boy who had not dried up, even if he could release his Xuan Qi?

They dodged the sword qi that shot at them, sneering in their hearts, laughing at the people who came and did not know whether they were alive or dead.

"Childe, go away, leave me alone!"

Li Jingtian said weakly, he didn't want this genius boy to fall in front of him before he could shine.

"Haha, another one to die. ”

Among them, the bearded old man casually waved a sword qi and laughed, as if he had seen something funny. "No one can leave today!"

Ling Xingchen handed Li Jingtian a reassuring look, and the index finger and middle finger of both hands were fingered together as a sword, and with every swing, the sword fingers flew out of the sword qi.

Although they dodged the sword qi, a sword qi hit the bearded sword, and the sword body was instantly hot and red, and a hot feeling went straight to the heart, making him a little frightened, this is the strength of the martial arts realm?

"I'll deal with the imps!"

The fat old man who made the knife turned around and swung his knife at Ling Xingchen, slashing out a sword qi, but found that his sword qi was cut off and dissipated, and after feeling it carefully, his face changed, and the wind was messy.

"He's Wuhou!"

The fat old man exclaimed, his face full of panic, his heart retreated, and his moves were all messed up.

"No, it's a martial artist, otherwise why don't you suppress it directly?"

As the white-haired old man with poisonous spots on his face shouted, the other three were right to think about it, not to mention Wuhou, even the middle stage of the military generals could easily suppress them, where is the need for nonsense?

"Half of the people buried in the loess, acting so viciously, you are finished!"

Ling Xingchen shouted, waving his arms, and the violent sword qi continued to fly out from the sword fingers, and the sound of breaking through the air was intertwined with the sound of the arc piercing the air, and the air was scorched and distorted, forming a heat wave that surged around, making everyone's hair flutter and their clothes fierce.

As the sword qi approached, the blazing heat of the fire rushed to their faces, and their hearts were suddenly shocked.

The pot-bellied old man slashed out the Dao Xuan cyan sword qi, collided with Ling Xingchen's sword qi, and instantly dissipated invisible. However, Ling Xingchen's sword qi was only illusory and dimmed, his speed slowed down, and he continued to slash towards him.

"Boy, worship my disciple and accept your closed disciple!"

The fat old man is not a vegetarian, he was surprised and swung his knife quickly, but there was still a sword qi that was too late to dodge, he blocked in front of the horizontal sword, and the surging sword qi shattered and dissipated as soon as it touched the thunder and lightning, and the sword qi hit the blade.

In an instant, the old man's beard counted down, his whole body was full of electric arcs, trembling, his eyes widened, his mouth made a sound of "oh oh", and his robe turned into a hollow beggar suit under the dual action of thunder and lightning and high temperature, which had been exposed, and his unconscious body was also burned.

"Old thing, you deserve it too?"

With Ling Xingchen's disdainful words, he rubbed his feet on the ground and shifted six or seven meters before touching the steps, and the red treasure knife in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang", and the person also fell on his back, twitching on the ground.

Such a scene made Ling Xingchen a little disgusted, and those who didn't know it should have thought that this thing's overindulgence had caused muscle twitches.

As soon as Ling Xingchen landed, he saw the evil and ugly white-haired old man throwing his hand at him, and the dark green Xuanyuan wrapped in poisonous insects and poisonous powder shot towards him.

Poison and secret weapons have always been despised by the righteous path of martial arts, and Ling Xingchen naturally despised it in his heart, but he didn't dare to be careless at all.

With a wave of his sword finger, the sword qi flew out, turning the poisonous insect powder into flying ashes, and suddenly the air was filled with the smell of meat and burnt beard, as well as the pungent smell that was disgusting.

"Little bastard, pay for my baby!"

The evil old man was furious, and even Li Jingtian planted this trick but it was easily resolved by a little ghost, and it also ruined the treasure he had painstakingly cultivated for many years.

I saw that the bone staff in his hand turned around, and a green light appeared, sweeping towards Ling Xingchen. Suddenly, the crane's hair and white beard flew away, and a trace of fairy wind bones was broken by the ugly and hideous expression and ruthless eyes, breaking the facial feng shui.

"What breed of old dog, why is it so fierce?"

Ling Xingchen jumped slightly, avoiding the moment of the bone staff, and waved his hand to slash out the sword qi and slash at the old man's hands.

"Little bastard, I want you dead!"

The old man shouted angrily, flipped his hands and let go of the bone staff and pushed it horizontally in front of him, before the Xuan Qi of his palms gushed out, the bone staff had been hit by the sword qi, and it hit his chest with great force, and suddenly the sound of the sternum shattering came. He leaned back and slid backwards.

"To say you're a dog is an insult to a dog!"

Ling Xingchen sneered and slashed out his sword qi continuously, not giving him the slightest chance to breathe.

He was hit by the sword qi in the dodge, and his state was the same as that of a big fat old man, his white beard was counted down, like an angry lion, like a beast that had eaten aphrodisiacs but could not solve it.

"Zizi!"

Due to the accumulation of too many toxins in his body, there was a sound at this time, and wisps of black smoke were emitted.

"Good old man!"

Li Jingtian's joy couldn't hide his weakness, and he spoke weakly.

He was very excited, he didn't expect Ling Xingchen to be so affectionate and righteous, and his strength and talent coexisted, he felt more and more that it was really wise to recognize this old brother!

"Old ghost, it's your turn!"

After Ling Xingchen handed him a reassuring look, he sneered at the masked old man with a stone sword, and his left hand was behind his back, and his index finger was hooked deep in his right hand, and then his index finger was raised and swayed from side to side, full of provocation.

The old man with the sword was already afraid and had plans to retreat, otherwise, the two people next to him might be his fate.

If you want to be arrogant, you will be defeated!

Wanting to retreat, he felt that Ling Xingchen saw a little disappointment in Ling Xingchen's eyes, would he be inflated by knocking down two generals, young and frivolous, wouldn't this be his chance? Not to mention that Li Jingtian's body was highly poisonous, there was no need to worry, if he took the opportunity to kill him and capture Li Jingtian again, it would be a great achievement, and the weapon skills would not be a problem.

So, Li Jingtian, who was holding it hard, turned around, brandished the stone sword, and pounced towards Ling Xingchen.

Seeing this, Ling Xingchen was even more disappointed, he didn't scare off this old horseman, too, fifty scared off the generals, isn't it a fantasy?

With the sword, the old man acted flexibly, and had lessons from the past, he had very rich combat experience, and his senses were relatively sharp, so he went all out, and in just a few minutes, he and Ling Xingchen fought from the ground to the air, from the roof to the ground.

The thunder and lightning had been grounded, and the bearded fat man and the evil old man had regained consciousness. Ling Xingchen felt that if the realm was higher, they would not recover so quickly.

The two glanced at each other, the former got up and rushed towards Ling Xingchen, the evil old man wiped the red on the corner of his mouth with his big hand, took out the poison from the storage bag, and fed it with blood, his thin arm waved again and again, and one after another Xuan Qi flew towards Li Jingtian with poisonous insects and poisonous powder.

And the latter, with all his might, used his strongest trick to attack Ling Xingchen's back, and slashed away with his domineering sword qi as if he were practicing.

"Look for death!"

Seeing this, Ling Xingchen was furious, and the left-hand sword behind his back commanded, and one after another sword qi flew towards the two pork belly fans that rushed over, and even a fierce and domineering sword qi slashed him away.

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to go to the tiger mountains.

Ling Xingchen didn't hesitate at all, and flew towards Li Jingtian at the fastest speed.

And they didn't care about the buzzing of their eardrums and made a quick move.

Ling Xingchen had to deal with the poison of the evil old man, and he couldn't spare his hand, and their attack hit him at any time. In a hurry, he controlled Xuanyuan to gush out along the pores, and if the magma filled with thunder and lightning erupted, it turned into a golden-red intertwined Yanhuang armor on the surface of the body, filled with the sparkle of purple-gold thunder and lightning, and several Yanhuang Demon Locks stretched out from the back of the armor like tentacles of an octopus and counterattacked.

The pot-bellied old man and the old man with a sword were partially cracked by the Yanhuang Binding Demon Rope with all their might, and there were still a few sword qi and sword qi flying in, and the moment they hit Ling Xingchen's back, the Yanhuang Demon Lock also approached him.

It's a pity that the three of them shot with all their might, and they were also dodging quickly, hitting one blow after another, although Ling Xingchen's physical body was stronger than them, but after all, there was a big difference in the realm, how could they resist such a stormy bombardment?

What's more, in the repeated battles, his Xuanyuan consumption is also very serious, which is the reason why he must fight quickly, otherwise it will be a man-made sword in a moment, and he will be a fish and meat.

The sky did not fulfill people's wishes, the three of them were angry and angry, and at this moment, they worked together even if they were drawn by Yanhuang Fu Demon Lock and coughed up blood, not only did they not retreat, but they made even more crazy moves.

And Ling Xingchen was afraid that the sword qi, sword qi, and poison would hurt Li Jingtian, so he didn't dare to dodge, and acted as a live target, Yan Huangjia's back had been broken, the back was blurred, and the white bones were dense, and he was bombarded and flew towards the Thousand Swords Pavilion. The three of them still refused to give up, pressing forward step by step. The evil old man went even further, and even put poison on its back.

Ling Xingchen felt a burning pain in his back, and he fell heavily on the ground and gnawed a bite of the floor tiles, the moment he bounced up, he couldn't help but raise his head and spew out a mouthful of blood arrows, and a few drops of blood with golden threads shining with purple and golden lightning fell on the sword enshrined on the sword platform in the center of the pavilion.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering coercion came from the sword, as if falling from the sky, enveloping the Sword City with the Qianjian Pavilion as the center.

Suddenly, almost everyone in Sword City was lying on the ground, their bones were about to shatter, the dantian stopped running, his thinking stagnated, and his expression was sluggish, like a sculpture like a wax figure.

However, the people of the city lord's mansion seemed to be erased from consciousness, and their bodies and souls were about to be crushed into mud, only Li Xiruo and the Xuanyi woman's silver teeth were clenched and prostrate on the ground, their delicate bodies trembled slightly, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on their foreheads.

Ling Xingchen was the closest, bearing the brunt of the attack, the whole person seemed to be pressing against the mountain, lying on the ground, his face was deformed against the ground, his five senses were lost, the cold and biting chill penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the liver and gallbladder were cold.

The three old men on the ground had already fainted under the pressure of the ground, their bones shattered, and their blood splattered into a mess of flesh and blood, and the smell of blood mixed with the smell of brain filth permeated.

The unpretentious sword god exuded a dazzling light, and the sword light shot out, making the soul tremble.

At this moment, the sword city is surging, lightning and thunder, flying sand and stones, flickering light and darkness, as if two forces are fighting and competing, the intention of killing envelops the soul, and the cold and biting chill penetrates deep into the bone marrow to freeze the soul, making people feel like falling into an ice cave.

And the sword in the Qianjian Pavilion came out of its body on its own, and the location of the blood-stained place made a "snort" sound, emitting black smoke, and exuding a disgusting pungent smell.

Half light, half dark.

The light exuded the power of divine domineering arrogance, carrying the slaughter and icy cold, and the reckless aura of the primeval desolation emanated.

The darkness exudes all evil aura, such as cruelty, greed, bloodlust, and rage, as if it can destroy the world.

The two were at a stalemate for a while, the floor tiles under Ling Xingchen's body, which was the closest, shattered, his flesh and blood blurred, his body sank into the ground, and the threat of death loomed in his heart, as if the bones in his body would be crushed at any time.

At the same time that the black light devoured the flesh essence of the three pools of flesh and mud, Ling Xingchen felt as if his soul was about to be stripped of his body alive, and his spirit was about to be swallowed by darkness.

Suddenly, the two divine dragons that seemed to be sleeping in his body woke up one after another, and a roar came from his body, and the mysterious purple-gold existence in his heart shone brightly, spreading to his body.

Immediately after that, the blood boiled and turned into a color intertwined with fiery red and bright yellow, turning into yellow dragons and fiery dragons in the veins, carrying golden lightning and meandering.

The few drops of blood on the sword body also underwent the same change, turning into two small dragons, one yellow and one red, and fused with the golden light when it couldn't hold on and was forced to retreat. The power of the light increased greatly, and the black light against it was like a bamboo, and the black light that was devouring the Qi that was witnessing the origin of the Holy Spirit was repelled.

In one breath, the black light had been extinguished by the golden rays. The power that enveloped the sword city for a hundred miles retreated, and the cold intention of killing and invading the soul that penetrated into the bone marrow also dissipated slightly, the thunder and lightning in the sky dissipated, the dark clouds receded, and calmed down, the sky was blue and blue, and the wonder of the sun, moon and stars shining together appeared.

Everyone woke up like a dream, as if they had been closed from the ghost gate, frightened, their eyes were empty and blank, their faces were pale, and their spirits were in a trance.

After a while, the joy of rebirth drove away the fear of the soul and heart, and after a moment of stunnedness, he found that he was still alive, and hugged the people around him and wept with joy.

"Zheng ————~~~~~~~~"

A long, long and lonely sword roar sounded, as if from the beginning of heaven and earth, along the eternity, and a desolate atmosphere enveloped the sword city.

At this moment, it seems that time and space stand still, and there is only this sword sound and endless sorrow between heaven and earth.

Then a light came out of nowhere, like a second sun.

At this moment, all the weapons in Sword City were out of the master's control, regardless of the grade, Li Xiruo and the ghost-level blades of the Xuanyi woman let out a cheerful soft groan to break free, and they all worshiped in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion Qianjian Pavilion, as if they were meeting their own king.

At this moment, several forbidden and sectarian forbidden lands were no longer peaceful, and all weapons were unsheathed on their own, with the tips of their swords pointing upward, emitting a joyful sword sound.

The heavens and the earth have been quiet, as if only ten thousand soldiers are left to kneel and worship, and the mountains shout long live to welcome the return of the king.

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