For Ling Chaoyang's silent battle, the Great Sage of Zhu Qian's heart could be said to be full of anger, but before he could attack, he was shocked by the cold blade in Ling Chaoyang's hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Mahayana magic weapon is no better than others, even if they don't have a master in their hands, they can exert 100% of their power, which is equivalent to a Dao Venerable in the realm of the unity of the human race or a demon saint in the realm of the unity of stars and souls.

No matter how conceited he is, no matter how conceited he is, he has no qualifications to despise opponents of this level, not every demon clan is as evil as Bai Ze and Ye Li.

Retrograde, these are not what ordinary demon clans like them can do, even if he is a Zhuqian with ancient bloodline, he can't do it.

Ling Chaoyang's sword qi was not huge, but it was very condensed, and it was obviously much stronger than the sword qi scattered on Jian Hanxin's body at this time, and it could be said that there was no comparison at all.

But the great potential embodied in the sword qi emanating from Jian Hanxin's body was not at all comparable to Chaoyang's sword qi, which had almost reached the extreme, which also showed how much Ye Li liked him.

It's really extraordinarily bold for such a big guy to involve such a powerful kendo technique.

Not to mention Zhu Qian's courage to slander Ye Li, at this moment, the sword blade of Ling Chaoyang had already grazed his neck dangerously, if it weren't for the alarm bell ringing in his heart, I am afraid that he would have died under that sword just now.

The current battle between the two of them can be said to be extremely restrained, controlling the strength to the extreme, and there is no half of the escaping power at all, and at the same time, it also prevents other demon clans from paying attention to the battle situation here.

In fact, Zhu Qian didn't want to do this, but the long sword in Ling Chaoyang's hand made him have to do this, otherwise the slightest leakage of demonic power would be accompanied by a gamble of life and death.

Facing such a powerful swordsman as Ling Chaoyang, he could be said to have no qualifications to relax at all.

The battle of the strong who was supposed to be a big move and destroy the world completely turned into a competition of martial artists in the ordinary martial arts under the control of Ling Chaoyang.

But this competition is extremely dangerous, it should be said that facing Ling Chaoyang's Zhu Qian is extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will fall under Ling Chaoyang's sword.

At this moment, there are no more sword marks on Zhu Qian's body, all of which were left by Ling Chaoyang, and these sword marks represent that he has passed by death again and again.

Not to mention Chaoyang's torture and killing of Zhu Qian, in terms of sword coldness, the sword chill in Xia Qiu's arms had stopped trembling, but the sword qi escaping around him still had no idea of stopping.

At this time, Jian Hanxin had completely entered the depths of his own sea of knowledge, where there was a middle-aged man in purple clothes, for this person, Jian Hanxin felt close to his heart, just like he was close to his own master.

Before the middle-aged man could open his mouth, he said, "You're here." The tone was very flat, even with a hint of kindness.

Jian Han looked at the middle-aged man timidly, a little unclear, but he still nodded subconsciously.

Looking at Jian Hanxin's appearance, the middle-aged man showed an inexplicable smile on his face, and asked him, "Little guy, can you tell me, what is your name?"

"Uncle, my name is Jian Hanxin. Jian Han replied crisply, and then he was a little embarrassed and embarrassed, but he still opened his mouth and asked, "Uncle, do you have anything to do with me, I always feel that we are so close, just like with my master." ”

The middle-aged man listened to Jian Hanxin's answer, and was slightly stunned at first, is the sword cold, the sword is cold, why bother for warmth. However, the middle-aged man did not evade Jian Hanxin's question, and replied to him:

"I, so to speak, I am you, but you are not me. ”

Listening to the middle-aged man's words, Jian Hanxin was also a little confused, and looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously, as if he wanted to get a simple and easy-to-understand answer.

The middle-aged man looked at Jian Hanxin's expression, and knew that what he said was really a bit profound, and explained to Jian Hanxin: "Do you remember what happened before you came here? Your headache was caused by the Great Sage of Zhu Qian outside, and I was killed by him." As for you, it was because of that battle that you were born, so I say I am you, but you are not me. ”

Jian Hanxin nodded as if he didn't understand, and the middle-aged man, Shen Donglai, touched his little head and said to him: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand now, you will understand later." But now Uncle wants you to do one thing, which is to go out and let your sword servant spare the Great Sage. ”

"Why, uncle, didn't you say that you were killed by him, why did you let him go, and Grandpa Sword was going to kill that bad guy. Jian Hanxin asked with some confusion.

"This is what my uncle asked you to tell you, you were born because of the battle between me and the Great Sage of Zhuqian, and I will naturally have a battle with him in the future, this battle is either you die or he lives, and he must also fight with you, you must also fight with him, this is your fate, no one can escape, and I failed under him at the beginning, but I was very unwilling in my heart, Xiao Hanxin, do you have the confidence to help my uncle get this game back?"

Shen Donglai touched the little head of Jian Hanxin and persuaded tirelessly.

"Hmm. Jian Hanxin didn't seem to want Shen Donglai to be disappointed, so he nodded heavily and agreed, and then prepared to turn around and leave here.

However, before leaving, Jian Hanxin turned his head to Shen Donglai again and asked, "Uncle, can I see you again?"

"Yes, as long as I have the chance, I will always see it. Shen Donglai replied to Jian Hanxin, but there was a deep helplessness in his words, but it was a pity that Jian Hanxin didn't hear it.

After Jian Hanxin received an affirmative answer, he happily ran out of the depths of his sea of knowledge, and Shen Dong looked at the back of Jian Hanxin leaving, and let out a long sigh, "You are you after all, and I am me after all, you will not become me, and I will not replace you, so I'm sorry, Xiao Hanxin, there can only be one between us, so my uncle lied to you, I'm really embarrassed." ”

After Shen Donglai said this, his figure directly and completely dissipated in this sea of knowledge space, and there was no trace of his figure.

Outside the cave, Jian Hanxin woke up suddenly, Xia Qiu looked at Jian Hanxin who suddenly woke up and really burst into tears and smiled, and a happy smile appeared on the face of the pear blossom with rain.

Jian Hanxin first comforted Xia Qiu, and then jumped out of Xia Qiu's arms directly, just in time to catch up with the moment before Ling Chaoyang wanted to kill Zhu Qian with a sword.

"Grandpa Sword, stop. Jian Hanxin's voice came, making Ling Chaoyang stop his hand, originally he wanted to simply kill Zhu Qian, but listening to the determination in Jian Hanxin's voice, he simply stopped.

The Chaoyang Sword in his hand was gone, and he stood behind Jian Hanxin as usual, not the slightest difference from usual.

"You go, I already know the grievances between me and you, but since I was born because of you, then I should naturally let you go once, but next time, I will take your life myself. ”

Ling Chaoyang stood behind Jian Hanxin and heard these words, his eyes shrank deeply, and then returned to normal again, and the Great Sage of Zhu Qian glanced at Jian Hanxin with deep eyes, and then left without saying a word, leaving only a distant back. (To be continued.) )