The picture scroll of mountains and rivers hanging under the map of the mountains and rivers in Great Xia is surrounded by fourteen screens.

Ten of them reflect the eight major sects, as well as the trials of the disciples of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism.

And the other four are those who are the low-level forces Tianjiao, as well as those who are scattered in the world.

These screens are like being manipulated by someone, and they can constantly switch the figures of the disciples who are fighting in the mountains and rivers picture scrolls.

Fang Chen swung his sword and slashed the back of the Silver Moon Demon Wolf, and it flashed away on the screen of Qingshan.

In the ranks of Qingshan, the old peak lord's eyebrows and eyes were still full of smiles.

Xing Cheng and the other three senior brothers raised their eyebrows slightly, looked at each other and nodded slightly.

In addition to these four people, most of the eyes in front of the stargazing tower are still gathered on the two screens above the picture scroll of mountains and rivers.

Three hundred miles of Jialing River stretches on the top of the river, there are two people climbing the mountain as if walking on the ground.

The young generation of the Great Xia and the present, the Buddha and the Taoist, who are divided into two classes, raise their hands and lie dormant everywhere they pass, and they refer to the annihilation of the great demon.

Mountains and rivers, people and demons, as if there is nothing.

It is indeed as the arithmetic in the stargazing tower said, in the past ten years in the world, the Buddha and the Taoist are one layer, and all the rest are one layer.

The gap between these two levels is like a moat.

If there are still people who scoff at this in the past, then what is happening in the mountains and rivers painting scroll today is undoubtedly the best proof.

Before the Buddha and the Tao, no one can be called arrogant.

Among the mountains and rivers.

Fang Chen, who had climbed the mountainside of the first peak, held the sable, and his eyes were filled with some doubts.

If it is said that many Tianjiao who have entered the picture scroll, because they are eager for a higher ranking, they are passionate and eager to fight to the death when they meet the enemy, Fang Chen can still understand it.

But at this time, standing in front of Fang Chen, the young man who was holding a halberd in his hand and walking towards Fang Chen step by step, his eyebrows and eyes full of hatred and killing intent, couldn't help but make Fang Chen suspicious.

When did you offend this halberd?

It looks like there is a life-and-death feud.

It wasn't until the young man holding the halberd opened his mouth that Fang Chen suddenly realized.

"The Fang family's children, but relying on the name of Qingshan and the advantages of sword weapons, they dare to break into my Sword King City at will.

Although Liu Chen is a waste, he is also a member of my Liu family, and today I, Liu Huan, will avenge Liu Jian and correct the name of Sword King City!"

This halberd who was full of arrogance between his words turned out to be a member of the Liu family in the Eastern Wilderness Sword King City, and he was also from the Eight Realms.

Fang Chen, who was holding the sable, heard this, and his face was originally quite calm.

But after the three words of Sword King City were spit out from Liu Huan's mouth repeatedly, Uncle Qingshan's eyes rarely brought a bit of anger.

If the so-called defection of Daojia back then was still justified and excusable, then the betrayal of the Liu family was a real betrayal and disobedience.

The Liu family, who occupied the foundation of the entire Sword King City after the fall of the Fang family, was originally just one of the several Jianghu forces under the Fang family's jurisdiction.

However, in the bloody massacre that night, he completely betrayed the Sword King City and stabbed the Fang family in the back.

Because of this, after the Fang family and most of its affiliated forces perished, the Liu family, with the support of nightfall, gradually mastered everything in Sword King City.

Even if there are still some predecessors on the rivers and lakes who disdain the Liu family, but after the demise of the Tuoba family, among the rivers and lakes under the eight great sects, the Liu family, which is already the strongest family, is difficult to shake its position in the Eastern Wilderness.

But Fang Chen, who was holding the sword, obviously didn't think so.

From the day Sword King City was founded, it was destined to have only one surname.

Square.

So, the sable picked up and cut it down in the air.

In the sea of sword dao yuan in Fang Chen's abdomen, the pool full of sword yuan suddenly rose up as the sword weapon fell.

This sword was not any sword move, but a sword that Fang Chen vented according to the sword thought in his heart.

The sword falls.

Towering like a mountain.

The majestic sword qi rolled away.

Liu Huan, who was originally full of complacency, changed his complexion almost at the moment when the sword fell.

Then the legs are slightly bent, the halberd in the palm is held with both hands, the halberd body is slightly oblique, and the halberd is horizontally blocked.

The swords and halberds are staggered, and the sound of the collision of gold and stone permeates the entire mountain forest.

Around Fang Chen and Liu Huan, the trees fell within dozens of meters, and flowers and leaves flew all over the sky.

The battle of the martial arts cultivators in the upper three realms is already quite majestic.

Liu Huan's legs bent again under this sword, but the most important thing for a person who cultivates such a heavy weapon is strength.

So, the halberd slowly pushed the sable upwards.

Fang Chen's eyebrows widened, and then he pressed his sword and raised his sword to retreat.

The two were three feet apart.

Liu Huan snorted coldly, and the horizontal halberd rushed out.

As a heavy weapon, the halberd is generally not a dancing flower, and the move is a heavy move with quite lethality.

Liu Huan's preemptive move is a straight stab.

It's not fancy, but it's quite murderous.

Seeing this, Fang Chen frowned and sneered, but he didn't dodge, and the cold light on the cold sable also rose suddenly, and he met the tip of the halberd with the tip of the sword.

Sharp.

Where the tip of the sword and the tip of the halberd collided, brilliant flames splashed out.

reflects the fire in the eyes of the two.

Change of tricks.

Liu Huan's palm halberd swayed with his arms, the halberd body poured slightly, and then leaned towards Fang Chen's chest.

The tip of the halberd slashed two inches in front of Fang Chen's body.

There was a bit of sarcasm in the young swordsman's eyes.

The sable shook slightly, and it was a style of flirting, brushing the door of Liu Huan's face.

is also the eighth realm, and it is too difficult to kill people without hole cards.

So, Fang Chen's body shook and he flashed out.

Compared with halberders, the advantage of swordsmen naturally lies in the word lightness.

Therefore, Fang Chen, who raised his sword, almost dodged out for a moment, and then swung his sword and slashed back.

Liu Huan smiled coldly.

The heavy weapon couldn't swim and fight, so the halberd stopped in place almost after the first move, waiting for Fang Chen's attack.

Yang halberd horizontal grip, Liu Huan with a halberd rod against the waist, holding the halberd with the halberd body around the waist and abdomen constantly rotated, in situ momentum, ready to slash.

Fang Chen's cold marten is close to five feet.

So Liu Huan suddenly roared angrily, stepped back with his right leg, and stepped out of a deep pit more than half a foot deep on the mud, and then drew a halberd.

Swing out.

In front of Liu Huan, Fang Chen, who was originally stabbing straight at the sword, changed sharply at the moment when the halberd was about to come out.

The figure was divided into three, and the three sword weapons slashed at Liu Huan from three angles at the same time.

Liu Huan's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he sneered, and the halberd was raised a little faster.

Before the heavy halberd, all kinds of falsehoods can be broken.

As expected, the halberd slashed to the first Fang Chen's figure, and the moment the halberd and sword staggered, this "Fang Chen" was cut into pieces.

The tip of the halberd slashed to the second phantom, slicing through the phantom from the body of the cold mink's sword.

The corners of Liu Huan's mouth slanted, and the strength in his palm added three more points, and then slashed towards the last figure on the far left.

But the expected blood-spattered scene did not appear.

The last thing that remained, in Liu Huan's eyes, should be the phantom of Fang Chen's true body, but it was also turned into ashes at the moment when the halberd touched the hilt of the sword.

The halberd itself slashed in front of it in a semicircle, but it didn't hit Fang Chen, and Liu Huan, who didn't have time to make another move, was finally a little panicked, and the halberd body in his palm trembled, and he wanted to turn around.

But Qingshan Sword Cultivation's sword was actually so easy to resist.

I don't know when Fang Chen, who appeared behind Liu Huan, the sword yuan on the cold marten was swirling, and it pierced straight into Liu Huan's back heart, and Ling Ran's sword qi exploded in his body.

Bloody rain.

Then it turned into a streamer and scattered the world.

The blood stains on Fang Chen's body dissipated, and Jian Yuan's sword qi returned to the peak with Liu Huan's virtual body annihilation.

Uncle Qingshan stood silently in place for a moment, recalling the sword just now.

During the two-year-long cultivation in the Eastern Wilderness and the Central Domain, Fang Chen realized that because the sword dao realm was progressing too fast, he was indeed lacking the cultivation of sword tricks, so he learned a style of sword moves in Xing Yan's hands.

In the hands of Xing Cheng, one of the clumsy peaks who cultivated the way of the sword, the rank of the sword move and sword trick was naturally not too low.

So, starting to cultivate from the Eastern Wilderness Sword, because while breaking through the realm and practicing the sword, Fang Chen has only completely mastered this sword trick so far.

Faint.

Hide the body with illusory images, break the virtual image, hide the sword, and kill people without leaving a line.

Fang Chen obviously had a good grasp of this move.

The benefits of the four towers of kendo and the eighth floor of the third floor are like this, and there is no prohibition when practicing the sword technique.

Especially for this kind of sword moves that require sword intent and swordsmanship to be constructed together, many sword cultivators are often stopped because two different sword towers are required to build the foundation of swordsmanship.

But Fang Chen was obviously not among them, and even because of the characteristics of the sword element's body, it was easier to get started with sword practice.

The sword weapon in his hand continued to change some subtle arcs with Fang Chen's memories, and the swordsman cultivated the sword, often constantly raising the sword again and again.

Therefore, it was not until the tip of the last sword was pointed out that Fang Chen put away the cold marten and took a step towards the top of the mountain to continue climbing.

Outside the landscape painting scroll, the shadow screen of Qingshan appeared at the right time with Fang Chen's last sword to assassinate Liu Huan.

Those cultivators who were paying attention to the shadow of the Qingshan Sword Immortal naturally saw the ghost of this sword.

As a result, news about Fang Chen continued to be spread, and Uncle Qingshan's feat of asking the sword to look at the three palaces was even more talked about.

But even so, the identity of the Fang family's orphan was still not mentioned at this time.

In the landscape painting scroll, there is constantly the death of the young Tianjiao's virtual body, and the real body floats out of the painting scroll.

The number of people who reached the top of the first peak in the volume is less than eleven, but there are already about 200 people who have fallen and left this trial.

The landscape painting scrolls of the past dynasties, known as the first peak with the most flourishing, still do not fall into prestige.

On the top of the mountain, Fang Chen, who had already defeated one person and one demon with his sword, finally met a real opponent.

Sifeng did not meet Qingshan before, this is a warning to those forces who are scattered in the rivers and lakes and inferior to Qingshan.

But for the rest of the sects, it was the opposite.

Because Qingshan Sword Cultivation's killing is too strong, all the world's great reviews, during the mountaineering trial, the Star Picking Tower and the other three sects in the Central Domain will join forces to solve some Qingshan disciples first.

In the world of martial arts, no one is not afraid of the Qingshan sword.

Standing ten zhang in front of Fang Chen, Bai Lu, the eldest disciple of the Star Picking Tower, who was still holding his hands behind him like on the Queqiao, and his eyes were as plain as water, lowered his head and glanced at Fang Chen lightly.

Immediately, he pulled out a left hand and made a gesture of invitation towards Uncle Qingshan.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious, if the sword is in the palm of his hand, Bai Lu will let Fang Chen go.

Therefore, Fang Chen, who was standing still, took a deep breath of cold air, put his left hand behind his back to hold the hilt of the Han Sable sword, and pressed his right hand on the green jade wine gourd.

The swordsman raised his head and wanted to draw his sword.