As one by one, the demi-saints fell down, and the blade dragon slowly dissipated, and the hall returned to calm again.

The many injured demi-saints on the ground, Yan Shisan, who was standing with his hands on the king's stone platform, all flashed a trace of unconcealable horror in his eyes.

"Xiaobai, you use a sword, I'll help you get this Heavenly Ice Sword. ”

Xuan Yu saw Xiaobai, the look in the center of his eyes moved, smiled lightly, and said gently. If you can help her get the Celestial Ice Sword at this time, you can definitely capture the other party's heart in one fell swoop.

The second uncle of Xuanyu on the side changed greatly when he heard this.

Xiao Bai's brows couldn't help frowning deeply, seeing that Xuanyu was about to make a move, he was in a hurry and said, "No need, I'll take it myself." ”

Seeing that Xiaobai flew out first, Jiang Zimo and Mu Xinya followed.

Xuan Yu's face changed slightly, but he didn't expect Xiaobai to take action directly in person in order not to accept his affection, and he was about to get up and come out with a cold snort.

"Don't, don't be impulsive, this person is Yan Shisan, the demon genius of the king family, you are not his opponent. ”

Xuanyu's second uncle hurriedly stopped him and told him about the horrors of the king's family.

After listening to the other party's narration, Xuan Yu's face changed, and he slowly stopped thinking of making a move. Killing Sword Dao, if I really hurt the origin of my life, my future will be completely ruined.

Xiao Chen, who had been planning to watch the play, suddenly saw a familiar figure flying out of the crowd, his face was stunned, and he smiled a little helplessly: "At the beginning, I really shouldn't have let her go to the way of the sword." ”

With a slight footstep, riding a green dragon phantom, Xiao Chen flew away, wanting to stop Xiao Bai in advance.

Yan Shisan's killing sword path is obviously different from the killing artistic conception of ordinary martial artists, it is a pure killing path to the extreme. Using killing as a sword, destroying all things, destroying vitality, and accidentally being injured to the origin, it is not something that can be recovered in a few days of cultivation.

The dragon chanted for nine days, resounding in all directions, flying on the dragon, Xiao Chen jumped up, and instantly rushed to the front of Xiaobai and Jiang Zimo Mu Xinya.

On the stone platform up to a hundred meters in front of him, Yan Shisan stood with his hands in his hands, and there was no movement, but the mad dragon formed by the three killing blades was churning up and down around him.

As soon as he saw someone coming, he immediately roared and shouted, and rushed over.

Kill, kill, kill!

Xiao Chen faced the mad dragon composed of these three killing blades head-on, and personally experienced the killing meaning contained in the blades.

Ten thousand swords competed in front of him, each sword was hideous, like a fierce beast showing its fangs, roaring and shouting in tears, and the voices converged together.

Condensed into thousands of killing words, like the rising and falling tides, poured into Xiao Chen's mind, making him feel confused and frightened.

Xiao Chen finally understood that those demi-saints were struggling to deal with the wild dragon formed by a sword blade, and they were exhausted in the end.

It's not that they're too weak, it's that this Yan Thirteen is too strong, and the power of the Killing Sword Dao is too strong, killing all things in the world and killing eternal vitality!

As long as his state of mind and spiritual power are slightly inferior to him, he will be like a pig and dog in front of him, swallowed up by the cold and ruthless killing sword.

No matter how strong your true yuan is, no matter how many martial arts you have, no matter how many secret treasures you have, you can't show seven points of ten-point strength, and defeat is a matter of seconds and seconds.

Xiao Chen roared wildly, and the spiritual power in the sea was like a river churning, and the water waves were surging, and under the turbulence, he drove out the killing words one by one from his mind.

The mood returned to normal, Xiao Chen's eyes were clear, and between heaven and earth, countless magnificent chants sounded, floating back and forth in the main hall.

The hymn tells a distant legend, and with each lap, the rings of history turn in a great circle, and the ancient epic becomes thicker.

Spirit, the three powers were consumed and condensed at the same time, and the power that Xiao Chen mastered was also increasing rapidly, looking at the three sword blades flying over the dragon.

Taking a step forward, Xiao Chen did not retreat but advanced, and blasted out with a punch.

Fist of the Heavens, a distant legend!

Thousands of brilliance, dazzling, condensed into substance, like ink and lacquer, slanted out, and the killing dragon composed of thousands of sword blades, crashed together.

Heavy sounds were heard in the main hall one by one. Every ray of brilliance and the blade of the killing sword are fighting to the death, like two armies of 10,000 people fighting fiercely on the battlefield.

The battle song was fierce, the blood was like mist, the tragic battle was fierce, and a terrifying aura came out, splashing everywhere, and there was a roaring explosion on the ground.

The entire hall began to shake violently, urgently, as if there was a flash flood erupting, the snow-capped mountains collapsed, and at a moment's notice, if you don't run for your life, you will immediately suffer the catastrophe of destruction.

This is the Tiancang Wang Xingchen Tomb Palace, naturally there will be no mountain torrents and snow-capped mountains, but the atmosphere derived from the two of them fighting.

Many people, with heavy faces, looked at the two people in the air from afar, with a frightened look in their eyes.

What kind of demonic genius can fight under the martial saint, and it has evolved into such a terrifying atmosphere, which makes people dare not watch and stop.

When everything disappeared and the turmoil was gone, he raised his eyes and looked at it from afar, Yan Shisan's terrifying sword blade mad dragon was actually blocked by Xiao Chen.

The killing sword dragon that made many demi-saints frightened and defeated in seconds disappeared for the first time, and in the head-on confrontation, they fought quite well.

"It's him, white-robed swordsman Xiao Chen!"

In the chaos, many people recognized Xiao Chen's appearance, and when he gave an order in Chaoluo City that day, he retreated from the villain Wu Yuankai.

Let his reputation spread all over Mixed Luo City, most of them are martial artists from Mixed Luo Prefecture, and after a little recollection, he remembered Xiao Chen's identity and origin.

Seeing that he was able to compete with Yan Shisan, he was undoubtedly not surprised, and looked at it attentively.

On Xiaobai's pure and charming face, he was overjoyed, and the corners of his eyes were misty, and he couldn't help but step forward to hug Xiao Chen.

"Don't move, stand behind me, come back and train you again, do you know how dangerous it was just now!"

A familiar voice sounded, Xiao Bai was a little aggrieved with a bitter face, but he was still obedient and obedient, and he and Mu Xinya Jiang Zimo took a hundred steps back.

Xuan Yu in the crowd, seeing this scene, he and Xiaobai have been together for so long, how could he have seen Xiaobai so well-behaved, and the fire of jealousy burned in his heart.

"I'll let you be in the limelight, and when you are seriously injured by Yan Shisan, I will humiliate you again. Xuan Yu glanced at Xiao Chen and said viciously in his heart.

On the stone platform with the Heavenly Ice Sword inserted, Yan Shisan was dressed in black, his body was like a javelin, his straight body was as immobile as a mountain, and there was no superfluous expression on his cold face.

In addition to being cold, it is still cold.

"Since you are a swordsman, why use some side paths of the Protoss. ”

As soon as his gaze froze, a trace of anger flashed in Yan Shisan's eyes, stabbing Xiao Chen like a sharp blade.

Xiao Chen smiled bitterly in his heart, this person was afraid that he had misunderstood, and felt that he had underestimated him, and if he didn't use the knife, he would use other ways to deal with him.

But Xiao Chen's current situation, the Heavenly Divine Fist fused three kinds of energy, and it was actually beyond the original Heavenly Divine Fist, and it was not much weaker than Xiao Chen's sword technique.

In terms of explosiveness and destructiveness alone, it is even stronger.

However, since Yan Shisan said so, Xiao Chen had no intention of letting him continue to misunderstand, and he would make a knife when he came out.

The Qing Emperor's technique of drawing the sword, these days, he can delay his practice, and now he can instantly send out nine hundred and eighty-one different trajectories.

The other party has the sword intent of the pinnacle of Dacheng, and his sword intent has also reached seventy. The sword intent is naturally stronger than the sword intent, although the realm is poorer, but it will not collapse immediately.

With the Moon Shadow Knife in his hand, Xiao Chen rode the green dragon, and his right hand slowly held the handle of the knife. The sword momentum immediately fused the surrounding environment and his own artistic conception together, enveloping Yan Shisan.

Yan Shisan didn't care at first, then his eyes lit up, and his face slowly became solemn, he couldn't see through the direction and trajectory of Xiao Chen's shot.

In the void, Xiao Chen's figure holding the knife was everywhere, left and right in front of him, up and down, and there seemed to be no place where he could be the direction of the knife.

"It's a bit interesting, but in the face of strong strength, in the clever skills are also floating clouds. ”

Yan Shisan nodded secretly in his heart, admitting that he was inferior to the other party in the skill of drawing a sword, but he didn't care too much. There is too much difference in absolute strength, and it is impossible for the other party to use this advantage to kill himself in one second.

As long as he can't kill himself in seconds, Yan Shisan can kill the other party in an instant, because in his opinion, Xiao Chen only has a chance to slash.

At the entrance of the palace in the distance, Nangong Qiong, seeing that the two seemed to be about to fight, couldn't help but feel a mess in her thoughts.

"This Xiao Chen, it's really not worry-free, he looks quiet and quiet, and when he sees a beautiful woman, he is completely crazy, and anyone dares to mess with him. ”

"No, Miss Ben asked herself that she was no worse than that little fox, why didn't he react to me. ”

"Bah, where do I want to go, I have to stop them, otherwise I will be in the core of the palace, Xiao Chen is afraid that he will not have the strength to help me open the stone tablet. ”

Just when Yan Shisan's hand was about to touch the hilt of his sword, a quaint wooden umbrella slowly came, Nangong Qiong held the handle of the umbrella, smiled lightly, and appeared beside Xiao Chen.

"Thirteen less, long time no see. ”

Yan Shisan was obviously taken aback when he saw Nangong Qiong's appearance, and he also walked together with Xiao Chen, and secretly said, "Ying Qiong, you want to help him?"

"Don't worry about it, anyway, you can't fight this person now, just take your Celestial Ice Sword and leave. ”

The two talked a few words quickly, Yan Shisan glanced at it, and Xiao Bai behind Xiao Chen, thoughtfully, held his black saber and gently sent it forward.

Yan Shisan said calmly: "My Yan family is not inferior to a divine weapon, but this day the ice sword has the highest compatibility with my killing sword, so I have to get it." ”

"The sword in my hand is called Snow Feather, in terms of material, craftsmanship, and charm, it is not worse than the Heavenly Ice Sword, and if there are five years of rhyme, it will become a divine soldier, and it will be given to the little girl behind you." ”

With a light toss, the black brilliance on the Snow Feather Sword peeled off little by little like paint, which was the killing qi that Yan Shisan had been refining on it for many years.

When the black brilliance was all gone, the Snow Feather Sword regained its original appearance, and its whole body was as white as snow, clean and dusty, and the cold light was restrained.

Xiao Chen took the Snow Feather Sword, looked at Yan Shisan, and then looked at Nangong Qiong, who was pretending to be smirking, and seemed to understand something.