Under the Emei Pai Mountain Gate. Chen Hao didn't wait long, he just saw it.

Qingluan held a sword scabbard, his figure was elegant, from the mountain gate, his feet were on the stone steps, and he flew down quickly, and arrived in front of Chen Hao in a blink of an eye.

"Master Chen, the rules of my Emei faction cannot be broken, but considering that you are the leader of the Young Martial Arts Alliance, the head of this faction has decreed that if the leader of the Chen League wants to go up the mountain, he must pass through the plum blossom sword formation of this sect, otherwise, please go back." ”

Qingluan stood in front of Chen Hao, his face raised slightly, he glanced at Chen Hao out of the corner of his eyes, and said coldly.

"What else do you need to go through the plum blossom sword formation?"

Chen Hao frowned, glanced at the stone tablet next to the stone steps, and his face was extremely uneasy.

Originally, with his identity, as long as he explained his intention at the foot of the mountain, Liu Lingling should be able to get back.

However, after seeing the Black Jiaolong Banner, he concealed his purpose and planned to enter the Emei faction to find it personally, so as not to have other intentions of the Emei faction and was unwilling to hand it over, and hid Liu Lingling.

However, I didn't expect that if I wanted to enter the mountain, I would have to suffer difficulties.

Suddenly.

He snorted coldly and said, "I'm sure I want to go up the mountain and set up your plum blossom sword formation." ”

"Huh. ”

Qingluan sneered, glanced at Chen Hao, who was "overwhelmed", didn't say much, just flicked his sleeves, and said coldly: "Wait." ”

Let's talk.

Her toes tapped the ground lightly, and her figure fluttered upwards towards the top of the steps, shooting back.

A moment later.

In the mountain gate of the Emei faction, a series of snow-white figures suddenly rushed out, all of them were robes and green steel swords, and their bodies were erratic, and they were very light nuns.

There were forty-nine of these nuns, lined up one by one on the long stone steps, their eyes were cold, and they looked at Chen Hao at the bottom of the mountain.

"You just don't know whether you live or die, and you want to break into my Emei faction's plum blossom sword formation, the young martial arts alliance leader Chen Hao?"

Suddenly.

Among the nuns, a middle-aged nun in her forties, with cold eyes and poisonous light, and narrow cheeks that looked very fierce and narrow, slowly walked down the stone steps, stopped ten meters away from Chen Hao, condescendingly, and asked coldly.

"Is your Tamar's mouth ****, why does it stink so much?"

Chen Hao raised his head, the cold light in his eyes shone directly, and he said viciously.

It's really that the Emei nun is too pretending, which makes him very unhappy.

"You ......"

The middle-aged nun stared, and the boundless anger gushed out from the eyeballs that wanted to protrude from her sockets.

She took a deep breath, jumped like thunder under the strong pressure, the more cold she looked, the more vicious she became, and snorted coldly: "I don't know what is dead or alive, since this is the case, let you know that my Emei faction plum blossom sword formation is powerful." ”

Let's talk.

The middle-aged nun turned around, her toes lightly touched the steps, and her figure fluttered up, and the cultivation of a first-class peak martial artist came out directly from her body.

Fall at the gate of the mountain gate.

She turned around suddenly, looked at Chen Hao, who looked extremely small under the stone steps, and shouted coldly at the forty-eight female nuns: "Bu Plum Blossom Sword Formation, cut out 30,000 knives for me on this disciple." ”

"Yes, Senior Sister Yixue!"

Forty-eight nuns in white clothes with hair buns in their hands, standing on the top of the stone steps in turn, all turned around, respectfully clenched their fists, and responded to the middle-aged nuns.

Afterwards.

Sonor!

Sonor!

Sonor!

......

Forty-eight green steel swords came out of their sheaths and suddenly sparked on the stone steps, stirring up.

Immediately I saw.

After drawing out the long sword, the forty-eight female nuns all burst out with the momentum of first-class martial artists.

With forty-eight first-class martial artists, coupled with the blessing of the sword array, if it is an ordinary person, even a beginner martial artist, he will not be able to pass smoothly.

However, Chen Hao was at the peak of the early days of building the foundation.

Beneath the foot of the mountain.

Seeing this, Chen Hao smiled coldly, raised the soles of his feet directly, and stepped on the first stone step.

Moment.

Forty-eight female nuns who drew their long swords and lay them across their chests shook their bodies, turning into white lights and shadows intersecting each other, changing formations and forming huge white plum blossoms.

Chen Hao didn't care, his other leg was raised, and he completely stood on the first stone step.

When standing firm. Just see.

The forty-eight nuns shouted softly, the light steel long sword in their hands was tilted, pointing at Chen Hao, and everyone stepped on it fiercely, and their bodies were volleyed into the air, and they shot towards Chen Hao.

Forty-eight green steel long swords were surging with sword qi, and the momentum was magnificent, enveloping Chen Hao.

At the same time.

In front of the mountain gate, a middle-aged nun with a gloomy face also stretched out her right palm and held it on the hilt of the sword.

Sonor!

The Qinggang long sword was drawn, and it erupted with a burst of soft groans, infinitely close to the strength of the innate level, and directly magnificently came out, stepping on the ground, following behind the forty-eight female nuns, like plum blossom flower stalks, towards Chen Hao, Ling Yan killed.

Pause.

Forty-nine killing machines enveloped the whole body, and if they were all stabbed, Chen Hao would probably be transparent all over his body and turn into countless broken corpses.

"If your own cultivation is insufficient, no matter how powerful the sword array is, it is like a plastic pavilion, and it is like destroying it. ”

Chen Hao quietly looked at the forty-nine figures that came from the ****, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, without the slightest pressure.

"The plum blossom of the plum blossom sword array blooms. ”

Forty-eight light screams suddenly echoed above the steps, and Chen Hao reverberated from above.

And then see.

The sword momentum of the long swords of the forty-eight people changed, like plum blossoms blooming, extremely exciting, but they were also full of murderous opportunities.

For a while, in no particular order, he directly cut off the top of Chen Hao's head, shoulders, waist, abdomen, and legs.

"Hmph, Spirit Mudra. ”

Chen Hao's eyes froze, his palm quickly raised, and powerful spiritual power was injected into his palm.

In the blink of an eye.

The strong absorption power rose in the palm of the hand, tearing the aura in the heaven and earth, condensing towards the palm, and in a moment, a handprint the size of a zhang appeared on Chen Hao's palm.

With a slight push, the handprint slowly moved, slapping towards the forty-eight blue steel swords that came from the thorns.

"Bang ......"

"Boom...... Quack...... Quack. ”

The sword pierced the spirit handprint.

Suddenly.

A powerful roar erupted, a crisp cracking sound, mixed in.

Immediately see.

Under the powerful power of the Spirit Handprint, the forty-eight light steel long swords all broke into sections at the moment of initial contact, leaving only one hilt in the hands of the forty-eight nuns.

"What? Why is it so strong?"

"The strength of forty-eight people can't even pierce the palm power he swung, what level of his cultivation should be?"

"The Plum Blossom Sword Formation, it can't be dealt with, is he really the Chen Hao who became the leader of the Young Martial Arts Alliance with a second-rate peak?"

......

Forty-eight nuns, at this moment, all opened their eyes with incredible wideness. The arrogance on their faces, the contempt on their faces, all disappeared, all turned into shock.

However.

Don't wait for them to come back to their senses, don't wait for them to disappear in shock, don't wait for them to react.

Chen Hao's spiritual handprint did not stop at all, and continued to move forward, towards the forty-eight Emei nuns who gathered together, holding bare sword hilts in their hands, and turned into plum blossom formations, and slapped them on their bodies.