Thousands of years ago, the four generals under the reign of Emperor Susan were named after the Four Elephant Star Officials, although in today's rivers and lakes, the deeds of these four generals have been rarely heard, but in the classics of the Shangzong of all directions, there are some vague overviews of these four people.

According to the surviving dossier of the Daomen, none of these four generals who were in the world at that time were under the supreme realm.

In other words, the gate that Fang Chen's four people entered, and the inheritance of the four elephants after that, was also a test of the Supreme.

At the edge of the gate, the white tiger elephant inheritance faintly flashed with white rays, and the moment Fang Chen stopped in front of the door, he couldn't help but feel a little cool in his heart, and the door was faintly overflowing, full of murderous aura.

Then, the young swordsman raised his feet and stepped into the elephant gate.

Fang Chen, who pressed on the hilt of the Shen Yuan Sword with one hand, subconsciously mobilized the Sword Yuan Yuan in the Yuan Sea the moment he entered the door, but unlike the murderous aura that Fang had just noticed, this space in the White Tiger Elephant Inheritance was peaceful.

The point where Fang Chen settles is a huge lotus leaf in the center, the lotus leaf is surrounded by mist, the lotus flower of the size of a foot is slim and elegant, and it looks vast outside the lotus pond without seeing the edge.

There is a drop of dew, which slides away from Fang Chen's feet, along the lotus leaf veins around Zhangxu, dripping into the water.

The water is rippling.

So, there was a vast sound that came from nowhere, and it sounded slowly.

"If the officials and businessmen of the world collude, the people are starving, the wine and meat of Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones, but the dynasty has done nothing, are you willing to use your sword to the imperial power of the Son of Heaven?"

This sudden voice was obviously wrapped in an inexplicable magnificent Dao rhyme, so when the words fell, Fang Chen's eyes were obviously a little dazed, and the young swordsman let go of the Shen Yuan sword hilt in his hand and replied without the slightest hesitation.

"If the Son of Heaven is not virtuous, I am willing to overthrow this dynasty. ”

The mind was foggy, and Uncle Qingshan, who couldn't think, seemed to have completely lost the ability to think independently under those inexplicable rhymes, and this purely heartfelt voice fell, and a soft sigh could be faintly heard between heaven and earth.

Yes, good.

"If the two armies fight in battle, and the enemy will leap in front of the formation, you are far from the realm with it, knowing that the battle is invincible, but the battle will not be able to retreat, and the momentum will not be defeated, do you dare to raise your sword?"

The source of that blank voice, even if he was very satisfied with Fang Chen's answer to the first question, but there was no emotion mixed between the words, and he still asked the second question one by one.

"Fang Chen once used the five realms to cut down the seven realms, and the eight realms to cut the nine realms, so the difference in the realm has never been a reason to hinder the drawing of the sword, if the two armies are in front of the formation, it is impossible for the sword in his hand to retreat in the slightest. ”

The young swordsman confidently answered the second question.

As a result, the surrounding mountains and rivers overturned, and the pond overturned.

When the young swordsman came back to his senses, he was already in a wide hall, the main hall was paved with white and red, and above the first place in the hall, a white-clothed martial artist sat high.

Fang Chen frowned, and at first glance, he stared closely at the white-clothed guests in the hall.

Although I have not read the file on the four elephant generals under the jurisdiction of Emperor Su Sang in Qingshan in advance, according to Daozi and the Nine Emperor Princes, the white tiger elephant general among the four elephant generals has only two words in his life that can be represented.

Brave, as well, kill.

After entering the White Tiger Gate, the two questions on the pond, the sword to the imperial power of the Son of Heaven, and the cross-border fight with the enemy generals before the battle, their core purpose is also around the words courage and killing.

As a general under the rule of the Emperor of the People, in that war-torn era, the reason why the two forces led by Su Sang and Daxia Taizu chose to oppose and chose to re-establish the order under the Great Summer was nothing more than because the world was chaotic at that time, and the people were not happy.

Therefore, the generals born in that era were all warriors who dared to step on the imperial power of the Son of Heaven and bravely kill the enemy.

As for the cross-border attack on the battlefield, it was the unique will of the generals of that era to kill, and before the war, they would be on the front line.

It's just that Uncle Qingshan didn't expect that the white tiger elephant general, who showed the best performance of courage and killing, would be such a handsome boy with a gentle and handsome face.

More like a Confucian general.

The white-clothed guest sitting at the top of the main hall seemed to notice the change in Fang Chen's mood, and the white tiger elephant raised his hand and twisted his slender ten fingers, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then smiled softly.

"Let me introduce myself, my surname is Bai, and I have a single name, in the world of the human race, some people called this seat the God of Killing, and some people called me a butcher, but I still prefer the name of the star official that Su San said, White Tiger.

Therefore, the juniors who came to Susan for the trial, at this moment, come out with a sword to this seat!"

Bai Qi, who was lazily sitting on the back of the chair, flashed a little heartfelt reverence in his eyes when he said the word Sussan.

Subsequently, this killing name once resounded, the real killing embryo of the two worlds of the human race and the demon race, slowly stood up, his left hand was behind him, and his right hand was stretched forward, signaling Fang Chen to shoot towards him.

The moment Bai Qi's words fell, the entire space behind the White Tiger Elephant Gate seemed to be shrouded in boundless blood in an instant, and those untouchable secret killing machines, together with the murderous aura under Bai Qi's gentle smiling face, made Fang Chen, who was standing in the main hall, inevitably sink his legs under this pressure.

The young swordsman looked at the killing god in the depths of the main hall, and his eyes finally filled with a bit of solemnity, the white tiger has never been a gentle and elegant Confucian general, but a real killing god who kills like hemp, controls the killing path to the extreme, and can already hide but not reveal.

And when it is ready to make a move, the opponent can feel those meticulous and terrifying killing opportunities.

This is a real way to kill the enemy's courage and surrender without a fight.

Fang Chen, who has come to this point since the Broken Alley, and has even traveled once between life and death, although he has not experienced the baptism of endless blood on the battlefield, he is not as afraid of killing as ordinary people.

Therefore, the swordsman who stood with his head held high slowly lowered his head, but his slightly bent legs were suddenly straightened, and the swordsman held the sword weapon behind his back, so another kind of killing gradually lingered in the main hall.

"You die, or I die. ”

Seeing this, Bai Qi shook his head with a light smile.

The killing machine in the palace is about to explode.

At the moment when Bai Qi's words fell, Fang Chen, who had originally straightened his body, and his legs, which were slightly bent again at some point, kicked suddenly on the flat ground of the main hall, and the Shen Abyss accompanied the swordsman's shot, pulling out a long brilliant sword light, extending from the center of the main hall to the deepest part of the hall.

Bai Qi, the killing god who only stretched out a hand to face the enemy, saw this supreme sword weapon of the green mountain, and the killing intent that swirled on it, he actually nodded with some appreciation.

But the young swordsman who saw the sword in his hand pouted and shook his head.

The first sword that was slashed out by the sword yuan was mobilized with the body of the sword yuan, and in Fang Chen's solemn eyes, the right hand that was raised by Bai Qi, the index finger and middle finger clamped the sword body at will, and the tip of Shen Yuan's sword stayed three inches before the white tiger elephant's throat, but it was difficult to save it.

Bai Qi looked at the young swordsman holding the sword, shook his head and smiled playfully, and then with a slight flick of his right hand, he threw Fang Chen out with the sword for a few feet, and before the young swordsman's feet landed, Bai Qi's figure appeared behind him ghostly, and his right hand pointed at Fang Chen's vest directly.

It seems that because of the four elephant generals under Su Sang's jurisdiction, and the sword cultivator who has only been in cultivation for three years, the gap in realm strength between Uncle Qingshan, who has only been in cultivation for three years, is too big, and Bai Qi's repeated shots, Fang Chen didn't have time to react at all, let alone resist.

The right hand, which looked as white as jade, gave people the feeling that it was definitely not owned by the generals who fought on the battlefield, but the surging killing machine that was wrapped in the palm of the palm was incomparably compatible with the corresponding killing of the white tiger.

Fang Chen was under the white palm, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the air, the young swordsman held the sword and half-knelt on the ground, even if it was inserted into the ground with Shen Yuan, but it was still under the stamina of this palm, drawing forward, Shen Yuan pulled a long trace on the ground of the main hall.

Uncle Qingshan coughed lightly, raised his left hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, that dazzling red seemed to make the young swordsman's heart, the long-suppressed beast completely exploded, Fang Chen stood up with a cruel smile, pulled out the abyss from the ground, and hung the sword weapon diagonally to his side.

Then sprint forward.

Whether it is for people or demons, hatred is always the most powerful and terrifying force.

Before participating in Su San's trials, Fang Chen had never expected that these trials would be in danger of life and death, so even when he fought against Bai Qi, the killing god thousands of years ago, Fang Chen didn't exert a lot of strength at first.

But the palm of the White Tiger Elephant General undoubtedly completely pronounced the ignorance of Uncle Qingshan, as he said, fighting with the killing god, in addition to life, is death.

Fang Chen, who had a blood feud against the Fang family, had been dormant in the world of the human race for so long, and finally had a chance for revenge, was not willing to die at all, and he could not die.

Those long-suppressed hatreds because they were in the Divine Capital, accompanied by the sneer of the young swordsman, all converged on the Shen Yuan Sword Weapon.

Under Fang Chen's eyes, a touch of scarlet suddenly appeared, as well as a sword weapon that covered the heavens and the earth.

Jian Jiu has never been a sword move, but a swordsmanship, a killing technique.

Shen Yuan's sword is lifted, the world's sword is five candles, no longer as magnificent as usual, but the killing power is not obvious, this sword looks like Fang Chen's cultivation so far, all the cultivation after the mixture of natural results.

It's a real killer move.

There was a moment of amazement in Bai Qi's eyes, but after experiencing too many killing gods, it was easy to hide the appreciation in his eyes, and in the hands of the white tiger elephant general, a long sickle as red as blood slowly appeared.

From top to bottom, when the air smashes down.

The first collision between the sword and the sickle, the rolling waves of qi overflowed from the place where the two met, overturning all the tables, chairs and benches in the main hall, and those fine cups and utensils carrying tea were all turned into powder in an instant under this turbulent martial arts.

A crack appeared on the walls of the main hall.

And the Shen Abyss in Fang Chen's hand was slowly pressed down by the Crimson Scythe.