The sword is covered by mountains and rivers, and the sun and moon shine on Danqing.

This few crosses seem ordinary, but they are enough to make most people in the Great Zhou world feel a chill in their hearts.

It's a poem, and it's a sword move.

And the people who can use this sword move in the Great Zhou Jianghu, except for the white-haired and white-clothed young man in front of him, only the Great Yan Sword Immortal Zhong on the Heavy Moment Peak has long hatred.

There are many people in this world who love to be famous, and there are not a thousand but eight hundred people who can find the name of this sword immortal in a single big week.

For example, Long Congyun, the elder of the Heavy Moment Peak who is known as the Xuanying Sword Immortal, is far from ascending to the Immortal Realm, how can he be called a Sword Immortal.

Except for Yue Fuyao in Doucheng that day, and Yan Qianqiu and the two people on the Mountain Sect, the rest of the so-called sword immortals, no matter how famous they are, no matter how many people there are, they are probably not worthy of their names.

Only that Zhong Chang hated, although the cultivation was in the Great Yan Realm, but the name of the Sword Immortal, no one dared to question it. Even Yue Fuyao, who is famous all over the world, once said bluntly, the world was born to cultivate the sword except me and Qianqiu, and only Zhong Chang hated the name of the sword immortal.

There is no other reason.

Although Zhong Chang hated the Great Yan Realm, with the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, he slashed the real immortals.

And that immortal is precisely his mentor back then-Linglong Pavilion Mangji Sword Immortal Li Tongming!

As for why he did this, and why he could stay in Linglong Pavilion after doing this, no one knows.

It's just that since then, no one in the world has seen him draw the sword in his hand. Even most of the disciples of Linglong Pavilion only heard of his name and did not see him.

If anyone still wants to see the demeanor of this sword immortal, the only hope is his equally mysterious, but extremely powerful disciple Chen Xuanji.

The origin of this son is unknown, and his qualifications are mediocre.

Legend has it that the Inner Dan cast in the Danyang Realm was only the lowest-grade Huang Dan, but as soon as he entered the kendo, he showed a strong talent.

Now, no one among the junior disciples of Linglong Pavilion can take his sword.

There is a way that the tiger father has no dog son, and the wolf master has no dog apprentice.

This Chen Xuanji's name is known to everyone in the Great Zhou world.

Even Xu Han has heard of it, and when he saw the deity today, he knew what it meant to be a real person who did not show his face.

......

At this time, with Chen Xuanji's words, it fell.

Behind him, sword shadows suddenly appeared.

From the moment they appeared, they flashed with a cold light, like sharp arrows, aimed at the dragon with teeth and claws.

In an instant, those sword shadows reached thousands, densely standing behind him.

Immediately, his eyes froze, and the thought in his heart moved.

The thousands of sword shadows suddenly turned into streamers and burst out towards the dragon.

Bang!

Bang!

......

Hearing the explosions explode one after another, the dragon suddenly let out a roar of pain.

The shocking blood hole appeared densely on the dragon's body, and the dark red blood flowed down its wound, and the blood rained down for a while.

But these injuries that were enough to kill anyone seemed to have no effect on the dragon's body other than to stimulate its ferocity.

When the sword rain ended, the dragon roared and slaughtered Chen Xuanji again.

It is violent, and it has not yet arrived, but the bloody wind and rain have already been killed.

The white-clothed swordsman seemed to have never heard of the murderous thing that had been killed.

He was like an old monk in a trance, with his head down, and the bloody wind and rain that hit him floated to the sides against his clothes, but he magically couldn't touch the corners of his clothes.

He stood in the midst of this bloody rain, but his clothes were as white as snow.

It's like the turbid green lotus, not stained with any mortal dust.

At this time, the dragon still came to him, and the bloody mouth was opened by it, as if it was about to devour the heavens and the earth, but it wrapped the body of the white-clothed swordsman in an instant.

"Be careful!" Everyone on the ground let out an exclamation at that time, trying to remind Chen Xuanji, even Xu Han's heart was tight at that time, and he secretly thought that he must not die with the silver spear wax head, which ruined himself and killed him.

But only that Fang Ziyu still straightened his body, tilted his head, and looked at the sky with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

There was no trace of worry in her eyes, she seemed to be waiting for a grand performance.

And the protagonist is her sweetheart.

In her opinion, there is nothing happier in this world.

Yes.

She's confident.

Inexplicable self-confidence.

She had even already figured out what kind of smile she should show when the dragon turned into pulp and the white-clothed swordsman appeared in front of her like an immortal, and how she should give him a hug in order to look more beautiful and make him like it more.

He always did this, baking sweet potatoes for her, cutting all thorns for her, and shielding her from all the wind and rain.

It seems that as long as there is a sword, there is nothing in this world that he cannot do.

Fangziyu is used to this.

And this time, she believes, is no exception.

As a result, Chen Xuanji's eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp sword light lit up from him.

Bite!

The long sword in his hand seemed to feel something at that moment, and let out a high-pitched sword roar, as if he was excited about the upcoming feast.

Then a snow-white sword light lit up from the ordinary blade.

Chen Xuanji's body suddenly moved.

He held a long sword, his body was like a flying immortal, and his cold eyes stabbed towards the throat of the dragon.

The majestic sword intent condensed on his blade at that time, turning into a bright point of light, illuminating the dark night and piercing the gloom in everyone's hearts.

The expressions on everyone's faces also froze at that time, and they looked nervously at the figure that flew into the dragon's body, not daring to make a sound.

Only the smile on Fang Ziyu's face rippled at that time.

Poof!

A soft sound rose in the silent night.

The voice was soft.

It's as light as the sound of tattered leather being cut open by some sharp object.

The dazzling white light lit up again, and it burst out from somewhere in the dragon's body.

It was Chen Xuanji who was holding a long sword, the look on his face was still cold, and the clothes on his body were still as white as snow.

But behind him was the blood of the dragon, which was spurted out like a spring.

The blood light in Jiaolong's eyes dimmed for a while, almost tending to be annihilated, and his huge body was also stunned at that time, like a puppet that had lost its string, and fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone gasped, this powerful dragon almost killed them several times, but at this moment, it died so easily in the hands of Chen Xuanji.

How strong is this Chen Xuanji?

Such thoughts were absent from everyone's minds almost at the same time.

And Xu Han was even more stunned, he had the cultivation of the Vajra Realm, and there were a full three hundred and sixty-five tricks in his body, and even condensed into a golden pill that had never been condensed by anyone since ancient times, and so many things added together, even if he was a strong man in the Secluded Realm, he had the strength to fight. He inevitably secretly rejoiced in his heart, until he saw the sword of the man in front of him.

Only then did he suddenly understand that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are mountains outside the mountains.

At this time, Chen Xuanji, who was dressed in white, put his sword back into its sheath and landed in front of everyone.

"Master once said that he owed you a favor many years ago, and today this dragon will be given to you. Then he arched his hands and spoke around.

Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then they realized that there were probably some people watching from a distance outside of this big war.

And after Chen Xuanji said this, he was about to turn his head and say something to everyone, but his mouth just opened.

A petite figure threw herself into his arms.