"I'll meet you!"

Tie Xinluo, the head of the King Kong Gate, stepped forward with a sneer, in his eyes, no matter how strong Mu Chen was, he was just a little hairy child in the Ning Dan Realm, even if he was demonized, at best, he could compete with the martial artists in the early stage of the Xuanling Realm, but compared to an old master in the late stage of the Xuanling Realm, he had no qualifications at all

The theory is so, and the fact is also the case, although Mu Chen has become a lot stronger after demonization, he still can't compete with the martial artists in the late stage of the Xuanling Realm under absolute strength, because the difference in strength between the two is too big, and it can't be made up with demonization.

Mu Chen held the sword in both hands and slashed it fiercely, and a blood-red sword light hundreds of meters long condensed, containing boundless killing intent, and slashed down with a bang.

"I'll see how strong you can be!"

Tie Xinluo snorted coldly, his wide palm was already stretched out, and he pinched the killing sword of hundreds of meters in his hand with his bare hands, and the golden leather sword intent also swept out, and it was sharply inserted into the blood-red killing sword.

Rumble!

The killing sword Mangsheng was pinched and exploded by Tie Xinluo, making a shocking noise, but Tie Xinluo couldn't help but take half a step back, which already shocked him, but when he looked at the palm of his hand, there was a blood stain, and the head of the dignified King Kong Sword Gate was actually injured by the kid of the Ning Dan Realm, which was simply a great shame.

"Stinky boy, let's die!"

Tie Xinluo's roar was as if a hole had cracked in the sky, and it exploded like thunder. I saw him slap his hand knife, and the golden-colored sword slashed out, and he knocked Mu Chen dozens of meters away.

Although Mu Chen was hit hard, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain, he slowly stood up, as long as he didn't kill him with one move, he could stand up forever until the last drop of blood dried up.

"Hehe, see how long you can last!"

Tie Xinluo's face showed a look of teasing, the sword trick was held in his hand, and he hit it out, and a mountain-like sword qi condensed, not only magnificent, but also condensed the fierceness of the golden leather sword intent, smashing towards Mu Chen.

This blow was enough to crush Mu Chen into pulp, no matter how strong his body was, under the attack of the condensed will of the masters in the late stage of the Xuan Ling Realm, no matter how strong Mu Chen's strength was, it was impossible to resist.

Just when the golden mountain was about to hit Mu Chen, in front of Mu Chen, a figure sitting cross-legged in the void suddenly appeared.

It was a withered old monk, dressed in gray shabby monk's robes, the top of his head was not bald, but with short gray hair, he looked kind and kind, although his appearance was ordinary, he did not look like a high-ranking monk, but he had an unsurprising temperament, which made people feel compassionate.

The old monk slowly opened his cloudy eyes, he stretched out one hand at will, only to see that when the palm was pressed on the golden-colored mountain sword momentum, the majestic mountain sword momentum disappeared out of thin air, which not only made Tie Xinluo stunned, but even the other leaders present couldn't help but open their mouths wide, so easily to dissolve Tie Xinluo's attack containing sword intent, what kind of cultivation can do it.

This old monk turned out to be a cultivator of the Supreme.

"Whew!"

After feeling the old monk's heroic righteousness, Mu Chen became even more impetuous, and with a fierce roar, he slashed at the old monk's back.

"Be quiet for a while!"

The old monk didn't look back, just said quietly, and didn't see him make any movements, the white luster had already wrapped Mu Chen's huge body, making him freeze there motionless, even the killing aura of anger and resentment was also weakened a lot, and the blood-red eyes were also clarified a lot, and he fell into chaos.

"Huikong, you stay and clean up the situation, I'll take this young man back to the temple first!"

The old monk glanced at Master Huikong not far away, who nodded respectfully and said, "Yes!"

The old monk didn't stop any longer, raised his hand, and disappeared in front of everyone with Mu Chen's tall figure, and no one saw how they left.

"Master Huikong, I can't imagine that there is such a monk in the temple besides you, why haven't you seen it in the past?"

Wu Meng's eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and asked.

Master Huikong shook his head and smiled, but did not answer.

The annual Sword Debate Summit ended, and the final result was beyond everyone's expectations, although Mu Chen won, but the terrifying state of his final transformation was shocking, and he was full of doubts about this talented young man.

The various sects dispersed unhappily, and in the end, only the disciples of the Qingcang Sword Sect remained.

"Master, Mu Shaoxia is fighting for our Qingcang Sword Sect, we can't leave him alone!"

Wei Linglin stepped forward and said anxiously to Sun Xiangli.

Sun Xiangli was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head and said, "Let's go back first!"

The people of the Qingcang Sword Sect left under the leadership of Sun Xiangli, but Wei Linglin still stood in place, looking up at the lonely ancient temple on the top of the mountain, silent.

"Sister, it's useless for you to be here, let's go back first, I believe that Mu Shaoxia Jiren will be fine if he has his own natural appearance, and the head of the family is not an ungrateful person, wait to avoid the limelight, and then beg his old man to go to the ancient temple to inquire about Mu Shaoxia's news!"

Wei Linglang pulled her sister's wrist and begged.

Wei Linglin glanced at her sister, finally nodded, and followed everyone down the mountain.

The backyard of the ancient temple is a separate courtyard, the courtyard is not large, and a seven-storey attic is built, but there is nothing special about it, but the courtyard is shrouded by an invisible formation, except for the presiding master Huikong can approach here on weekdays, no one else is allowed to approach the courtyard without permission.

At this time, there was a dazzling and dazzling luster in the courtyard, and I saw that Mu Chen's tall body was standing in the courtyard, and opposite him was the old monk who had cultivated to an unfathomable level, standing in the void, and slapped his palm on his eyebrows.

A soft force entered Mu Chen's sea of consciousness, and his instantaneous violent killing aura suddenly calmed down, and after a while, I saw that his body gradually became smaller, returning to the size of an ordinary person, and the blood-red runes on his skin gradually disappeared, his white hair gradually turned black, and his blood-red eyes returned to normal color, and everything was close to the right track.

"Forehead ......"

Mu Chen groaned under his breath and collapsed, unconscious, but everything returned to its normal state.

"Son, get a good night's sleep!"

The old monk showed a look of kindness and said in a low voice.

Immediately, the old monk's eyes looked at the dark Evil Emperor Sword held in Mu Chen's hand, only to see that the old monk's dry palm stroked the back of Mu Chen's hand, and the clenched fingers immediately let go.

Buzz!

But at this moment, the Evil Emperor Sword lying on the ground suddenly let out a strange sword roar, the blood light suddenly flourished, and an indescribable earth-shattering aura swept up, and the sword blade stabbed at the old monk.

"What a magic sword!

The old monk's face was always Gujing Wubo, his palm stretched out, and as soon as he grabbed it in the air, he fixed the Evil Emperor Sword in the air, and suppressed the blood-red color, no matter how the Evil Emperor Sword swung, he couldn't break free from the old monk's control.

"Settle for me!"

As soon as the old monk drank it, his dry hand suddenly held on the hilt of the Evil Emperor Sword, and the Evil Emperor Sword lost its spirituality in an instant, becoming an ordinary iron sword, lying quietly in his hand.

"The strength of the owner of this demon sword is still above me during his lifetime, he must be a demon dao master who is murderous to the bone marrow, and he has also cultivated the sword spirit of his sword into a peerless demon sword!"

The old monk looked at the evil emperor sword, and said unhappily: "I don't know where this young man found such a peerless fierce sword, the appearance of this sword will definitely bring endless bloody rain to the world, fortunately I found it in time, otherwise I would have taken the life of such a talented young man in vain!"

"Let's wait until he wakes up!"

The old monk sighed, and saw Mu Chen's unconscious body floating up in the air and sent into the house.

......

In the gloomy forest of Wujian Valley, two figures were faintly seen.

"Lord Wang, I'm back!"

A chubby figure stepped forward and bowed to a figure standing with his back to him.

"How's it going?"

The figure slowly turned around, and it was a middle-aged man in his forties dressed in a gorgeous satin robe, with long fiery hair scattered over his shoulders, almost connected with the long beard, and his gaze was so deep that it was impossible to guess what was going on in his mind.