Hearing this, Xiao Chen's face couldn't help but be a little strange, and he couldn't help laughing in his heart.

Looking for Lao Jiu to be a bodyguard, Jin Dabao is really good at picking people, Lao Jiu has nothing else, and he has the ability to escape with his life, but even Xiao Chen sighs to himself.

Ying Qiong waved his hand, pulled everyone on the battleship back, and said seriously: "Xiao Chen, do you really want me to send someone to escort you to Tianwu Domain Zhongzhou?"

This is a long way to go to Zhongzhou Martial God Palace, there are too many accidents and possibilities, so I can't help but win Qiong is not worried.

Xiao Chen shook his head and muttered, "No, this should be the last test for Emperor Haotian." If the other party really wants to send me, tear the void, and send me in an instant. ”

"I still have to walk this road on my own. ”

Seeing Xiao Chen's insistence, Ying Qiong sighed in her heart, knowing that the other party would not change her mind, and whispered: "That is the case, then I won't persuade you." ”

"The grand ceremony of sealing the king, remember to succeed, many old people in the family are looking at you, if the king fails. Too much time has passed, and some promises may not stand the test of time. ”

Xiao Chen's heart moved, and he vaguely guessed what the other party meant, the winner of the Firmament Realm must have been sent by the Kunlun winner to protect the descendants of the Xiao family.

Now it seems that the winner may be a backhand left before the fall of the Blue Emperor 10,000 years ago.

It's just that whether he can help him or not depends on his own performance.

"Yes, the title of the Green Dragon King, from the moment I revealed my identity, it was already destined to be mine. ”

The Martial God Palace is not a single person or a few people, it represents the alliance of great forces of the entire human race, and the ruler has a vast territory of the Heavenly Martial Domain.

There is also the extraterrestrial starry sky, countless stars, and this rule has lasted from ancient times to the present.

In every Terran warrior, deeply rooted, the Martial God Palace is the most orthodox ruler of the Terran race.

The title bestowed by the Martial God Palace is very important. It's not just a false name, but it also represents a kind of luck that can be recognized by all human warriors.

The title of the Green Dragon King was not given by the Blue Emperor, but left by the founder of the Dragon Gate, the disappeared holy land.

The existence of the Dragon Gate can also be traced back to ancient times, which is even older than the Qingdi.

It's just that the Dragon Gate has developed to a peak in the hands of the Green Emperor, so that when future generations mention the Dragon Gate, they will read it as the Green Emperor Dragon Gate.

Each generation of the Lord of the Dragon Gate is the contemporary Green Dragon King, and this title is extremely crucial to Xiao Chen.

If there is no such title, if the Dragon Gate is rebuilt in the future, it will lose its reputation, and it will not be recognized by the hundreds of millions of warriors of the human race, and the luck will not exist, and there will be no way to recover the Dragon Gate.

With a slight jump, Xiao Chen jumped off the battleship, landed on the ground, looked up into the distance, and began this section of the road that was destined to reach the end only by himself.

On the mountain path, Xiao Chen was not in a hurry, and continued to digest the harvest of the battle with Wen Ziran.

The bright moon is perfect, whether there is night or moon first. Is it the night that makes the moon flawless, or the bright moon that makes the night perfect.

Without the backdrop of the night, there would be no bright moon.

After thinking about it for three days, Xiao Chen finally sorted out the relationship between the two, only the darkest night can bring out the most perfect moon.

The peaceful days lasted for a month, and when Xiao Chen was about to step out of the Xuan Domain, he was stopped by a group of purple-clothed people.

The people who came were not from the three royal families of Yan, Jiang, and Lin, but all of them were warriors of the Zixiao Sword Sect.

There are not many people coming, about twenty people, and everyone has the realm of martial saints at least in cultivation.

With Xiao Chen's vision at the moment, these people's cultivation is not high, but everyone has a sharp edge.

These people, without exception, are actually all swordsmen who have comprehended the sword intent, and the first one is the great grandmaster Ouyang Long.

At the beginning of the Sword Casting Peak, Ouyang Long, who was let go by Xiao Chen.

There was another person next to him, who was older, and there was an aura of twilight on his body, I don't know if he was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.

I didn't go to retreat, thinking about how to break through the realm of the quasi-emperor, but I was actually pulled out by Ouyang Long.

In this battle in front of him, he has almost half the strength of the Zixiao Sword Sect. Even if Ouyang Longgui is a great grandmaster, he can't be mobilized, and the Zixiao Sword Sect seems to have been moved by some people.

Xiao Chen was silent, only in his heart, remembering the name of the Purple Night Sword Sect.

Ouyang Long was in a state of high spirits and said with a smile: "Hehe, Xiao Chen, these days, the scenery in the Xuan Domain is very tight, but unfortunately, I didn't have my life to go back alive." ”

"Give the old man a longevity fruit, you go to Zhongzhou, the old man is not meddling. The white-haired old man next to Ouyang Long said in a hoarse voice.

Xiao Chen's gaze didn't stay too much on this group of people, his eyes fell from the sky, and he said with a smile: "It's a waste to give you five hundred years of longevity, your life is just the life of a great grandmaster, and it's better to feed the dog than to waste it for you." ”

The white-haired old man was furious: "What a sharp-toothed boy, the old man will use your corpse to feed the dogs himself today, and set up a formation!"

As soon as the words fell, twenty martial saints with sword intent took their long swords out of their sheaths, jumped into the air, and the sound of breaking the sky sounded one after another.

The powerful sword intent quickly connected in the air, and once it landed, a huge Zixiao sword formation would take shape.

With this sword formation, with the strength of Ouyang Long and the white-haired old man, no one below the quasi-emperor could escape death.

Boom!

But just when the sword intent was just connected, a sword light lit up on Xiao Chen's body, and the Dacheng sword soul containing the will of thunder burst out from Xiao Chen.

A loud knife groan sounded, and the vast sea-like sword intent emanated from Xiao Chen's body.

At the most suitable opportunity, the sword intent of these twenty people was defeated in an instant, and they were not given a chance to gather momentum to the peak.

As soon as his body moved, he saw countless swords flashing out from Xiao Chen. Screams rang out one after another, and as soon as twenty people jumped up, they spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with serious injuries.

Xiao Chen secretly said in his heart that it was a pity, there were too many people. If there are no more than ten people, in this situation where the opponent's sword intent is dissolved, they can all be killed in an instant.

There is no lack of knife path, and the last thing you are afraid of is being besieged.

In an instant, he injured twenty martial saints who had comprehended the sword intent, Ouyang Long and the white-haired old man were all taken aback, and their wishful thinking was completely disrupted.

Sou!

In a flash, the white-haired old man retreated decisively, selling Ouyang Long completely.

Old bastard, Ouyang Long scolded in his heart, turned around and prepared to escape. But a flash of lightning flashed, and he was stopped by a white figure.

"I don't know, where did you get the courage to dare to kill me. A swordsman who has not comprehended the soul of the sword is nothing in my eyes. ”

Xiao Chen's face was expressionless, and he looked at Ouyang Long coldly.

Damn it!

A touch of ferocity flashed in Ouyang Long's eyes, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the sharp edge turned into a sword light, stabbing towards lightning.

wants to force Xiao Chen away and create a chance for himself to leave.

This sword brings together all the strength of Ouyang Long, the sword is so bright that people dare not look at it directly, and the edge of the sword can penetrate thousands of mountains.

But there is no soul, and in the powerful power, it is only in vain.

Xiao Chen didn't move at all, and at the moment when the sword light touched his body, he reached out and clamped it, and the two heel fingers of his right hand firmly clamped the sword.

Airplanes!

There was a powerful force from the sword, Xiao Chen's clothes were agitated, his hair danced wildly, and spider-like cracks spread out under his feet.

The next moment, behind Xiao Chen, countless boulders rose into the air, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.

But Xiao Chen's footsteps didn't move a single step, and he only used two fingers to clamp the great master's sword.

The body is like a knife, steady as a mountain, peerless edge, shocking all directions.

Ouyang Long's old face was flushed, and the dignified grandmaster's cultivation of more than three hundred years was unexpectedly caught by a back and his fingers between the sword.

Bite!

Just as Ouyang Long was struggling desperately and wanted to draw his sword out, a sword light killed Xiao Chen from behind.

It was the white-haired old man who went and returned, and he smiled coldly: "Jiang is still old and spicy, boy, give me death!"

His opportunity was very accurate, just when Xiao Chen grabbed Ouyang Long's sword body, if he gave up at this time.

gave Ouyang Long a chance to attack, but the other party couldn't ask for it. This sword contains Ouyang Long's lifelong cultivation, which can at least stab Xiao Chen through.

If you don't give up, you will be in a dilemma, and you won't be able to avoid the sword of the white-haired old man at all. Yes, he was extremely proud, sneering again and again, feeling that Xiao Chen would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

Zheng Zheng!

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, and was not the slightest surprised by the white-haired old man's sword that went and returned. With the force of two fingers, the power of the martial arts green dragon in the body, swimming rapidly, the sound of thunder sounded in the body.

In Ouyang Long's disbelieving look, Xiao Chen twisted his fingers, and the sword body shattered piece by piece. Ouyang Long spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out.

Turning around, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand all the way, like a treasure knife, and the edges were all gathered on his fingertips.

I only heard a crisp sound, which was a melodious knife groan. The night became dark in an instant, and the five fingers could not be seen, covering the world and the world.

Night, the moment it completely came, Xiao Chen's fingertips were just above the tip of the white-haired old man's sword.

The old man in white saw a black eye, and before he could adapt to this new environment, he saw a ray of light blooming, clicking, and the sound of the sword body breaking sounded again.

When the light brightened, a waning moon burst out from Xiao Chen's fingertips.

With a flash of light, he cut the white-haired old man in half, and then rushed to the sky. Gently turning, it turns into a round of bright moon, high in the sky.

Xiao Chen looked at the full moon in the sky, with a look of satisfaction on his face, and whispered to himself: "Yes, this is the real bright moon, first there is night, then there is moon, the night is perfect, and the moon is naturally dusty." ”

However, there are many other reasons for being able to kill the opponent and kill a great grandmaster with one move.

First, there is an element of the other party's carelessness, and second, the other party is afraid that it is the first time to face this kind of miraculous knife technique.

The most important thing is that the other party said that he was a swordsman, but he was a scoundrel, but he just had a body of cultivation.

The great master, who is far from being powerful, has long lost his sharpness after adding that he is about to die, and he is like a withered rotten wood when killed.

Not worth it, too proud.