"Bang!"

In the next second, Wang Zhong and the others fell from the sky.

Landed next to the sword-forging pool.

Smash a big hole in the ground.

The cracks spread like cobwebs in all directions.

Hiss~

This is the way it works!

It's so violent!

The disciples of the Sword Casting Pool were all shocked.

Originally, when they learned that Wang Zhong had come to participate in the Xianmen assessment, they shouted one by one that they wanted Wang Zhong to pay for his blood debts.

However, until noon, Haoran Sect and the others did not show up.

They thought that Wang Zhong was afraid.

Now, seeing Wang Zhong falling from the sky, they were all terrified and trembling.

They understood that Wang Zhong was not afraid.

Instead, he disdained to climb to the top of Sword Casting Mountain step by step, like everyone else.

Wang Zhong's performance was more arrogant than that of Casting Sword Mountain.

Such a murderer!

Who would dare to provoke?

Unless it's too long!

"Master Wang, it's too punctual!" Liu Boweng and the other six Shangshu immediately stepped forward and greeted each other with a smile.

"This move, falling from the sky, is simply handsome!"

"If it weren't for the fact that the old man's bones were about to fall apart, I would like to do this again. ”

"The six Shangshu are too humble. Wang Zhong said with a smile.

Hum!

Seeing Wang Zhong and the six Shangshu reminiscing, Fang Shaoyuan was even more dissatisfied and snorted coldly.

"Are you Wang Zhong?" Fang Shaoyuan stared at Wang Zhong, full of killing intent.

"It's this seat. Wang Zhong was not afraid. He is now the ninefold of Vientiane, and under the king, he is invincible.

Not to mention facing the Juggernaut who is famous for his swords?

Wang Zhong comprehended the complete Taixuan Sword Domain, and the ten thousand Tibetan swords were even more heavenly-grade, and the sword intent had also reached the fourfold level.

What Wang Zhong is not afraid of is the sword competition.

"Is it that you killed the old man's closed disciple in the tomb of King Jing?" Fang Shaoyuan asked.

"That's right. Wang Zhong nodded.

"Why?" Fang Shaoyuan asked again.

"If you dare to draw a sword in front of this seat, he deserves to die. Wang Zhong replied directly.

"Very good! There is a kind!" Fang Shaoyuan was so angry, this Wang Zhong was too arrogant. Fang Shaoyuan's voice became extremely cold, and said, "Then you should know what the consequences of doing this will be?"

"Nature knows. Wang Zhong nodded.

"Then you still dare to go up to the Sword Casting Mountain!Aren't you afraid of death?" Fang Shaoyuan's momentum was gradually rising, this was accumulating momentum for the sword intent.

"You call yourself the Sword Saint, are you the Holy Realm?" Wang Zhong did not answer, but asked rhetorically.

"No!" Fang Shaoyuan shook his head. The so-called saints only exist in legends, and they have never seen them at all. Fang Shaoyuan didn't understand, why did Wang Zhong ask such a question?

"Then you are the emperor?" Wang Zhong asked again.

"Not really. Fang Shaoyuan also shook his head.

"Then you have broken through the realm of kings?" Wang Zhong then asked.

"Not yet. Fang Shaoyuan replied.

"Then what are you pretending to be in front of this seat?" Wang Zhong scolded.

I'll go!

Domineering!

Liu Boweng and other six books are all secretly cool.

In the royal capital of the Eastern Regions, few people dared to scold Fang Shaoyuan like this.

This Fang Shaoyuan is like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard!

In terms of handling many things, many big people in the Eastern Regions King Capital hated it so much.

However, Fang Shaoyuan's strength is too powerful!

Especially this sword intent, many people are afraid of it.

In addition, the Casting Sword Mountain is located outside the royal capital, and is known as the protector of the way.

This prestige is second only to the Astrological Pavilion.

This is even more helpless Fang Shaoyuan.

Only the king of the east came, and Fang Shaoyuan would give face.

Now, seeing Fang Shaoyuan deflated in front of Wang Zhong, Liu Boweng and the other six Shangshu are naturally comfortable.

"You are looking for death!" Fang Shaoyuan was furious, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed it, there was a streamer of light, rushing towards him.

That's a long sword!

Across the sky!

The whole body is blood-red, like a flame!

Liu Boweng and the other six Shangshu were all taken aback.

They recognized this long sword, this sword was Fang Shaoyuan's only sword, called the Pure Jun Sword.

Once, Fang Shaoyuan used this sword to kill the enemies of Vientiane Triple in Vientiane Triple Cross-border, and became famous in one battle!

For many years, Fang Shaoyuan has always placed the Pure Jun Sword in Sword Casting Mountain.

Now that he uses it, it can be seen that Fang Shaoyuan is really angry.

This is to kill Wang Zhong with a sword.

The Chunjun sword was still in the air, and Liu Boweng and the other six Shangshu felt a tingling in their skin.

This sword intent is terrifying!

Today, Fang Shaoyuan is five-fold.

Are they not sure if Wang Zhong can stop it?

Liu Boweng and the other six Shangshu hurriedly spoke:

"Sword Master, you can't do it!"

"Isn't it just a few words, your measure is too small, right?"

"We're old, how can we deal with juniors?"

"If you go down with this sword, you will inevitably hurt the innocent. ”

However, Fang Shaoyuan didn't pay attention to it.

Fang Shaoyuan took the pure Jun sword and looked at Wang Zhong coldly.

However, Wang Zhong did not make any moves.

This attracted the ridicule of the disciples of Sword Casting Mountain:

"This person fell from the sky, I thought it was so powerful, and now he is standing still? Is he waiting to be beaten?"

"It's not that I don't move, but I was scared stupid. ”

"What if you make a move? ”

"Exactly, who can stop this kind of sword intent?"

Liu Boweng and the other six Shangshu spoke again:

"Sword Saint, don't you still want to accept a closed disciple?"

"What do you think of Wang Zhong?"

"If he can kill your last closed disciple, he must be even more powerful. ”

"You're thinking about it?"

Liu Boweng and other six Shangshu proposed.

They really can't help it.

If King Jing was beheaded by Fang Shaoyuan, then they would be sinners through the ages.

Even if this matter is inappropriate, at least Fang Shaoyuan can be stabilized.

Fang Shaoyuan looked at Wang Zhong and cherished his talents.

Even at this moment, Wang Zhong's face was still calm.

This kind of heart is really difficult.

"Would you like to?" asked Fang Shaoyuan.

Hearing this, all the disciples of the Sword Casting Pool felt a pity.

This Wang Zhong can be regarded as picking up a small life!

What a bargain for him!

In the next second, all the disciples in the Sword Casting Pool were dumbfounded.

"Are you worthy?" Wang Zhong said coldly.

What the?

We heard you right, right?

Wang Zhong actually rejected the Sword Master!

"Do you still deserve it?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"The Sword Saint accepts you as a disciple because he looks up to you!"

"You're still on!"

"What a death!"

The disciples of the Sword Casting Pool were shocked in their hearts, first shocked, and then angry.

They felt that Wang Zhong was too pretending.

Liu Boweng and other six Shangshu are also frowning.

My King Jing!

Either you show your identity and scare this stinky stone to death!

Either you just admit it obediently and endure the calm for a while!

Why do you have to die?

"Today, you will die! This is what you brought on yourself!" Fang Shaoyuan said in a deep voice. At this moment, his sword intent was already gaining momentum.

Chop!

The pure Jun sword in Fang Shaoyuan's hand fell.

This momentum is unmatched!

It's as if everything in front of you is going to turn into nothingness.

This is the triple sword intent!

"Juggernaut, you dare!"

"Juggernaut, no!"

"Stop!

Compared with the worries of Liu Boweng and the other six Shangshu, there is also the shock and expectation of the disciples of the Sword Casting Pool, waiting for happiness and revenge.

Nan Ronghui is still reading.

Xu Tong is also still eating.

Only Qin Yue'er was a little nervous.

However, Qin Yue'er was not afraid.

for the king stood before them.

"Die!" the Sword Casting Pool disciple shouted, but in the next second, the words stopped abruptly.

"Senior brother, the Sword Master will repay you ......"

"Break!" Wang Zhong opened his mouth lightly, and with a finger of his right hand, he blocked Fang Shaoyuan's sword intent.

Then, that terrifying sword intent dissipated without a trace.

Then, that pure Jun sword turned into countless pieces.