At this time, the big black hat that originally covered his face was also given by him at this time, and he took it off, revealing his handsome face, his age is relatively young, about twenty years old, his eyebrows are curved like a sharp sword, his pale cheeks make people look a little unhealthy, and under the background of Turner's black hat, it looks different, which is the first feeling when he sees it.

He sat quietly on the meteorite, not affected by its high temperature at all, and often placed it directly on his knees, and a trace of fierce aura wrapped around him, so that the terrifying high temperature swept over him about three feet and melted directly, and there was no temperature at all when he was brought to him.

At this time, his eyes were closed, and his brows suddenly moved slightly, and his closed eyes narrowed, catching the ripples on the enchantment.

The flat voice sounded, making it impossible to tell whether it was hot or cold, whether it was in the Immortal Sword Pavilion or here, his voice always gave people a feeling of indifference, in his eyes, it seemed that there was only a sword, nothing else.

"Sure enough, I have some ability"

The sword eyebrows trembled, his eyes blinked, and he saw that the ripples of energy quickly collapsed, and his expression quickly returned to calm.

"But that's not enough!"

After all, this set of scrolls belongs to him, and he knows it well, if it is just a brutal attack, then it will not have any effect on this energy enchantment at all, because this scroll is specially used to deal with Xu Kui.

But today it was very surprising to themselves, Xu Kui and the two of them were actually beaten away by the two of them, which made him have a lot of interest in that young man, he is young, he also uses a sword, and in the hands of Zhu Yan and the two of them, they are not left behind.

The corners of his mouth were clear, as if he was smiling, thinking of this, his mood like ten thousand years of ice finally fluctuated, a trace of fire flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his white palm, touched the sword that spread out on his knees.

"I want to see how far you have come to understand the sword?"

As a swordsman, the sword is the most persistent, if you can meet someone with the same identity as yourself, it is natural to have a good comparison, the two swords can improve each other in the collision and duel, this is the best way to practice the sword, all cultivation is inseparable from the battle, only the battle is the best way to improve the cultivation, this is only a few people can realize, people only know that cultivation is for fighting, as everyone knows, fighting is the best cultivation.

The white palm stroked the common body, and the soft feeling seemed to have not been seen for a thousand years, as if lying on his knees was not a sword, but his lover.

Single-minded with the sword, infatuated, like still water, and one, this is what they call a "sword maniac" in their eyes.

Suddenly, a breeze blew and blew onto the white cheeks, presumptuous, gently fluttering to give people a feeling of great harmony.

The tight eyes suddenly opened and looked somewhere, and those eyes gave people the feeling of a falcon, quickly locking on to the prey, ready to attack at any time.

"Are you coming?"

Suddenly, a strange spatial fluctuation slowly condensed, and finally condensed into a person who came out of it.

"Feng Ming, why did you come out alone?

The corners of his mouth opened and closed slightly, and his eyes swept over the circle of spatial fluctuations behind him, thinking that there would be another person coming out of it, but who knew that the spatial fluctuations actually quietly disappeared.

Only he came out alone!

The corners of Feng Ming's mouth twitched, is this guy so unkind to himself? He actually wants to come out with Ling Cheng, he is so confident that he can defeat one enemy and two enemies?

"It's worthy of being a sword maniac, and it's really a battle-devouring nature!"

Turning around, Feng Ming raised his head and looked at the black-clothed figure sitting on the meteorite, he knew something about him, this guy likes to fight extremely much, he likes to improve his strength from battle, he doesn't know how much blood is stained with this sharp sword, even the blood of the strong people in the Ning Yuan Realm has been killed by it, and even the people inside the Immortal Sword Pavilion have many people who have left wounds on their bodies because of his sword.

"The power of space, that's kind of interesting."

Ye Chen's bright eyes lit up, and his eyes stared at the spatial fluctuations behind him, he had always been more interested in this kind of unknown thing, as long as he was strong, he would dare to rush forward.

As a sword idiot, he shouldn't be interested in anything else, but he has endless reverie about those powerful and mysterious powers, fighting, and no one in the cabinet is willing to fight with him, so he has been depressed these days.

Feng Ming's brow furrowed, and he looked into her eyes, and at this time, like a wolf about to pounce, he had locked onto his prey, licking his terrible lips.

With his palms lightly raised, he held the sword flat on his knees, held it in his hand, and slowly stood up.

Holding the hilt of the sword, a black long sword was slowly pulled out of the scabbard, the pitch-black fitness, the sword light, under the scorching sun, exuded a cold glow, making the temperature around him drop suddenly.

"What? want to fight me?"

Feng Ming felt the solemn aura on his body, this guy has definitely broken through to the Ning Yuan Realm, so the form is even less optimistic, this kind of person, if this realm is stronger than himself, then he has no chance of winning at all.

If you treat him as an opponent, he's going to play with you!

Ye Chen stood straight on the meteorite, and an extremely rare smile was set off on his face, this kind of smile would only be revealed when he met his opponent, and it was undoubtedly extremely difficult for ordinary people to see this kind of smile.

Ye Chen smiled and didn't answer his question, but it could be seen from the fact that he had already agreed.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, your spatial power is very suitable for me to sharpen my sword"

The aura on Ye Chen's body became even more aggressive, and his figure jumped from the meteorite ......!

"Don't be ashamed," Feng Ming shouted.

The five fingers were tightly clasped together, and he was finally angered by his words, and he admitted that he might not be able to defeat him in battle, and this must not be despised by others, he is the young master of the Fengtian Temple, others can despise himself, but he can't despise the Fengtian Temple behind him.

With a fierce light flashing in his eyes, he waved his long sleeves, and a strong aura condensed by the power of space attacked the black-clothed figure standing on the meteorite.

Feng Ming was really angry this time, he who had always been humble actually took the initiative to attack, but he had never been like this before.

"Hmph-"

The corners of his mouth were pulled, and he smiled freshly, this is exactly what he wanted, and his eyes flowed, and he suddenly became hot.

On weekdays, he has fought with almost everyone in the Immortal Sword Pavilion, until now, no one is willing to fight with him, but now he sees such a situation, how can he not be excited!

Ye Chen's body moved, and he laughed directly, his eyes were no longer hot, but real fanaticism.

A sharp sword groan sounded.

On the black long sword, the brilliance flashed, making the sword of Na Sensen even more powerful, and the sword swung and directly crushed that momentum.

At this time, Ye Chen's aura had already merged with his black long sword, and the momentum around him was even stronger, feeling that his whole person was like a black long sword, and the sound of the sword was full of desire for battle.

Ye Chen held the long sword in his hand, and his body turned into a ghost-like sword shadow, and he instantly arrived in front of Feng Ming's body.

The long sword stabbed out, a simple action, wrapped in that crazy sword qi, which made people feel an indescribable bravery.

Ye Chen's figure stayed in the air, her eyes had turned cloudy again, the color was the same as his long sword, the color on his body, his sword would rather not bend, he could only move forward, never retreat.

With a condensed gaze, Feng Ming looked at Ye Chen, who was rushing towards him, at this time, he was fast, to an indescribable feeling, in his eyes, he couldn't see the long sword in his hand at all, he could only see its body that seemed to be rushing towards him.

The next moment, Feng Ming's eyes widened, and he felt a chill on his neck.

On the side of his body, he stabbed this sharp sword, and dodged it dangerously, but his hair was still cut off several times and fell to the ground.

Feng Ming choked on a mouthful of saliva, and at this time he felt an indescribable horror, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

"This guy is terrifyingly fast, and his moves are also very powerful" Feng Ming thought for a moment in his heart and gave such an evaluation.

Another sword roar pierced his ears, causing him to jerk all over.

The long sword turned around and slashed directly at the back of Feng Ming, this stab and slash together is so perfect, like a cloud and flowing water, don't look at these two very simple, but, to use it in battle, no shadow is behind this, after a thousand tempers, the sweat that is shed is not something that ordinary people can understand.

A burst of spatial fluctuations slowly rippled, and the figure that was about to be slashed disappeared directly in place.

"Whoa—"

The usual coherent swings, directly slashed out, a burst of fierce sword qi, shot sharply ahead, the black scorched earth of this crater was directly cut off a layer of adobe, compared to those intact places, here directly dented.

"What a terrible sword"

"If this were me, I'm afraid it would have been cut in two" The onlookers shivered slightly, as if the one was cut at him, he had no doubt, it was certain, if he was himself, it would be absolutely impossible to flash that sword.

"Who is the only man in black? Where do you seem to have seen that long sword?"

A man in a gray robe touched his own underneath and made a thoughtful look, always feeling that he had seen this sword in his mind, but at this time, he couldn't remember it for a while.

"He is Ye Chen, Ye Chen of the Immortal Sword Pavilion"