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"The master is inside, you can go in by yourself!"

Just when Mu Chen was thinking about how to explain, a voice came from outside the door, and he saw another figure walking in, it was Nie Qinghong.

Nie Qinghong was still holding his sword in his hand, Mu Chen was slightly surprised, his sword had already disappeared when he was unconscious, it was Mu Yixuan's sword, fortunately, his Absolute Dust Sword and the rusty iron sword were stored in the storage ring, otherwise he would not have been able to find it, but Nie Qinghong was obviously in a coma, and he was still holding the sword in his hand, so he was not lost. Being able to do this is enough to see Nie Qinghong's dedication and obsession with swords.

"You're the master here?"

Nie Qinghong's face was expressionless, and he never seemed to know what fear was.

"That's right!"

The middle-aged man replied with a smile, greatly changing his serious look just now.

"Where is this, and who are you?"

Nie Qinghong asked again.

"This is the belly of the Sky Swallowing Whale, and I am the owner of the Sky Swallowing Whale!"

What does the middle-aged man say?

"What? here's the whale's belly, how is that possible!"

Not only Nie Qinghong, but Mu Chen was also shocked, he only remembered that he was swallowed by a whale at that time, but he really didn't expect that there was a hole in the belly of this whale.

What's even more unexpected is that this cynical middle-aged man is the owner of the whale as big as a mountain, according to Mu Chen's estimate, the whale is at least a seventh-level or even eighth-level demon beast, and its strength is comparable to that of a peerless powerhouse in the late stage of the Xuanling Realm, but this middle-aged man is its master, how terrifying is his cultivation?

At least it's the existence of the Supreme Gathering with supreme power!

"Junior, if there's anything else you want to ask, just ask!"

The middle-aged man changed his strictness towards Mu Chen, and said to Nie Qinghong with a smile.

"I don't care who you are, let us out, or don't care about my sword being ruthless!"

Nie Qinghong seems to be born with a temperament as high as the sky, even if he encounters a powerful martial artist, he is not afraid.

"Interesting, I wonder how ruthless your sword is?"

The middle-aged man asked with a smile.

Zheng!

Nie Qinghong's long sword came out of its sheath and stabbed it with a sword.

"Stop!"

Mu Chen was shocked, didn't this kid really know how to write the word 'death', and wanted to stop it, but he was still a step too late, and Nie Qinghong's sword was already approaching the other party.

Clang!

When the long sword landed on the middle-aged man's chest, a thin wall of light came out, and a soft rebound force flew Nie Qinghong out and fell out of the door.

"Come again!"

Nie Qinghong still refused to admit defeat, and was just about to go up again, when the middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "It's not impossible to let you go!"

"What do you want?"

Nie Qinghong asked.

"I'll tell you the truth!"

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back, walked between the two, and said: " In fact, it is also a whim to find you, looking at the talent of the two of you for kendo can be regarded as excellent, not to mention your small Martial God Continent, even in the Shenwu Continent, the talent of the two of you can be called the best, so the idea of accepting apprentices has risen leisurely, you can also see my means, if you become my disciple, you can imagine what terrible level your achievements will reach in the future, at least to catch up with me I hope but it is also very big, but I once swore that I will only accept one disciple in my life, so I will only keep one of the two of you, and the other can leave！”

"Senior, the two of us haven't said that we want to worship you as a teacher, and there is no reason to forcibly accept disciples!"

Seeing that this middle-aged man's style could not be inferred by common sense, Mu Chen felt a big headache and said.

"Naturally, I don't mean to forcibly accept disciples, but just keep one of you by my side for three years, if you are willing to worship me as a teacher, I will teach with all my heart, if you don't want to, you can leave after three years!"

The middle-aged man grinned toothily, looking very cunning.

"What's the difference between you and forcibly accepting disciples?"

Mu Chen was speechless and couldn't help but say.

"Okay, I won't give you two boys any more verbosity, come with me!"

As soon as the middle-aged man grabbed it with one hand, Mu Chen's two bodies were completely restrained, and they floated up like chickens. The middle-aged figure flashed and disappeared into the room.

The next moment, the middle-aged man appeared in an empty room, there was only a square ring in the room, and the bodies of Mu Chen and the others fell directly from mid-air and fell heavily on the ring.

"Oh, senior, can't you be lighter?"

Mu Chen was very dissatisfied, and the two of them stood up rubbing the sore place.

"Don't talk nonsense, you two duel, the winner will become my closed disciple, and the loser will send him out!"

The middle-aged man sat on a chair in front of the ring and said.

"It doesn't matter if you become your apprentice or not, the most important thing is that I and Mu Chen will win or lose! Our battle is not over yet!

Nie Qinghong's eyes burned with battle intent again, and he said to Mu Chen.

"You kid doesn't think about how to get out, and you still think about fighting, do you only have fighting in your mind?

Mu Chen was helpless, knowing that it was useless to say anything to the other party, Nie Qinghong's fighting spirit had been decided, and no words could stop it, so he nodded and said, "Okay!"

"Soul Chasing Sword!"

Nie Qinghong's long sword was immediately pulled out, and the sword was bright and unbelievably fast, stabbing the opponent's throat.

Seeing that the other party said that he would do it, Mu Chen had already prepared, and the Jedi Sword was taken out of the storage ring, and with a shake of the wrist holding the sword, the scabbard bounced out with a 'zheng', shattering the sword that shot and continuing to crash into the other party.

Nie Qinghong dodged the speeding scabbard, and his figure approached Mu Chen in a flash, stabbing dozens of swords in a row, and the sword suddenly rained down, enveloping away.

"Floating Nebula!"

Mu Chen also swung several swords in a row, and a nebula came out, bouncing off all the dozens of sword rays.

"Phantom Sword Technique!"

Ten doppelgangers flashed out from Nie Qinghong's back, and a total of eleven Nie Qinghong's figures came up from all directions, each slashing out a dazzling sword light.

Mu Chen dodged, calmly avoided the three sword rays, toe a little, and at the same time took off into the air, he slashed through the two sword rays with one sword, and extremely skillfully avoided the encirclement and flew backwards.

"Sword Intent!"

Nie Qinghong's eleven figure aura climbed again, and the faint halo shrouded in his body became even more dazzling, and one of the figures approached Mu Chen, slashing down with a sword.

Mu Chen waved his sword horizontally above his head, facing Nie Qinghong's figure, only to feel a shock to his body, and was pushed back seven or eight steps by a strong force, and every step back left a mark on the ground.

"Sword intent, I have it too!"

Mu Chen's breath also became sharp in an instant, and the whole person was like a sword that had just been unsheathed, but when he saw that figure attacking again, he swung his sword and slashed, directly forcing the figure back.

Nie Qinghong's eleven figures stepped forward together, and each shot out a sword as thick as his waist in his hand, all of which contained sword intent, which was extremely powerful and unstoppable.

"Starstorm!"

The vitality of Mu Chen's body reached the peak of the 'Four Turns', and the whole person was wrapped in a sword-shaped phantom, and finally the giant sword turned into a small sword light bit by bit, sweeping away the sky like an overwhelming one.

Puff puff......

Thousands of sword qi were like a raging storm, directly submerging Nie Qinghong's eleven figures in it, and shooting the entire ring into thousands of holes, like dice.

Nie Qinghong retreated more than thirty meters, and was protected by a sword-shaped giant shield in front of him, and snorted coldly: "I have cultivated more than 20 top-level sword techniques of the Divine Pavilion, and all of them have cultivated to Dacheng, the means are not comparable to you, how can you withstand me?"

"Greed is not always a good thing, but I only use one sword technique to defeat you!"

Mu Chen held the Absolute Dust Sword in his hand and said slowly.

"Then you're taking my sword, Thunder Elephant!"

Nie Qinghong spoke, and the beating thunder and lightning spontaneously appeared on the long sword, and then a sword shot out, and the sword full of thunder and lightning was faster than the real lightning, and it stabbed away with a 'crackling' stab.

"This is my sister's cultivation of the Celestial Elephant Sword Technique, I didn't expect this thing to cultivate the Celestial Elephant Sword Technique to such a realm!

Mu Chen's face was slightly surprised, after the thunder and lightning sword qi hit the Absolute Dust Sword, it was immediately refracted in another direction, Mu Chen's sword blade cut diagonally, and the sword instantly approached the other party and slashed away.