Qingshan's four supreme sword weapons are all swords left behind by those world-famous sword immortals in the glorious inheritance of this Shangzong for thousands of years.

The reputation of the Shen Yuan Sword Immortal in the Stygian Sea Sword Slashing Demon Emperor is even better than that of the White Tiger Elephant.

But the swordsman holding Shen Yuan at this moment was not the sword immortal thousands of years ago, and the one holding the blood-colored scythe in his hand was the killing god Bai Qi, who was also in the supreme realm.

The power of panic wrapped in that palm, although the strength of Wu Yuan still stayed in the Nine Realms during this period, the Dao rhyme mixed in it was far from being comparable to the cultivators of the Nine Realms.

It's a fair and unfair contest.

Helping Shen Yuan to straighten up again, Fang Chen raised his head and glanced solemnly, his face was still indifferent to the Killing God, one of the four elephant generals under the Human Emperor's command, it seemed that he regarded this trial as a game, like a raccoon slave teasing a mouse.

If the mouse doesn't make a move, the cat will be equally silent.

But Fang Chen didn't think that he was the rat who had no power to resist.

The young swordsman coughed lightly, exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath, and was about to enter the sea of martial arts yuan, and all those surging martial arts were mobilized to the body of the Shen Yuan sword, and the sword weapon sank, and another sword five swings slashed out.

The white tiger elephant who was still behind the loss of one hand saw this, and there was no slightest wave in his eyes, Bai Qi still held the blood-colored scythe with one hand as if facing Fang Chen's first sword, waiting for the sword to come.

Only this time, Fang Chen's sword was full of killing intent.

The candle slanted upward, and at the moment of collision with the blood-colored scythe, it was inevitable that it would stalemate for a moment, and Fang Chen, who held the hilt of the Shen Yuan sword, was no longer hard to resist the attack of the White Tiger Elephant General this time.

The moment the scythes collided, Uncle Qingshan's hands sank into the abyss, and from the point where the blade and the scythe intersected, he flipped and shifted out a strange arc, and the sword weapon bypassed the scythe and rushed straight up with a mighty momentum.

Seeing this, the other hand behind the back still had no intention of making a move, and the blood-colored scythe flipped with the wrist of the killing god's right hand, and the horns between the tip of the sickle and the handle of the sickle clamped the Shen Yuan sword body to the death, making it difficult for the young swordsman to move forward.

But the billowing sword qi was still scattering.

Shen Yuan couldn't stab forward, and Fang Chen didn't rush to push the sword, but glared at the ground with his right foot, and with the stone slab under his feet shattering and exploding, he stepped out backwards with Shen Yuan in his hand.

Then the sword was drawn again.

The vast sword qi surrounding the young swordsman's side made the hall almost filled with dense sword qi, although these sword qi had no effect on the powerful physique of the white tiger elephant general, but by virtue of the staggered sweep of each other, everything in front of the white tiger elephant general was blurred.

But Bai Qi still stopped in place, until among those swirling sword qi, a sword light flew by.

The blood-colored long sickle trembled slightly, and then stopped diagonally on Bai Qi's side, after Fang Chen differentiated the three figures in a void style, Bai Qi smiled slightly, and then held the long sickle in his hand, and slashed towards the back of the three figures, the space that looked like nothingness.

The clash of swords and scythes rang out.

Under that string of dazzling sparks, Fang Chen, who was so easily broken by the White Tiger Elephant General's Void Hidden Sword Move, retreated at a faster speed than the sword after Bai Qi was wrapped in a sickle with ten percent Dao rhyme.

The young swordsman's feet stepped backwards on the ground for dozens of steps, until his back hit a pit in the side wall of the main hall, which completely neutralized the mighty power of the sickle.

Fang Chen gasped, leaned against the wall, and looked at the White Tiger Elephant General wrapped in sword qi with a solemn expression.

This killing god who used the supreme cultivation to kill the world of the human race, although in Su Sang's trial, he only used the martial yuan of the Nine Realms, but when it comes to the mobilization of Daoyun martial yuan, the flexible change of moves, and even the timing control of the move, it is much stronger than Fang Chen, a sword cultivator who has only been in the martial arts for three years.

Therefore, all Fang Chen can do is to work hard and do his best to show what he has learned and understood so far, so that it is possible to gain a glimmer of life.

The young swordsman's body leaning against the wall straightened up again, and the sword cultivator on his waist began to tremble slightly.

Since the sword in the Eastern Wilderness, the sword weapon given by Shen Xiang has been stunted, and it has been sleeping in the sword raising, the Great Xia Lotus Club in the divine capital, because the young generation of mountaineering is fighting with the virtual body copied by the mountains and rivers Shejitu, so the sword drawn on the top of the mountain did not really use that one, and was warmed by the sword raising technique for a whole more than a full load of sword weapons.

Until this moment, Fang Chen pulled out the sword.

Among those swirling sword qi, there was a sword that crossed from the sword qi first, so he dragged the white of the long scythe upside down, shook the sickle fiercely, and smashed the abyss driven by Fang Chen's sword method, and the supreme sword weapon of the green mountains roared and fell out, smashing out a fine crack like a net on the wall of the main hall.

And in the direction where the rift was opposite, behind the White Tiger Elephant General, the little uncle Qingshan who held the stunned sting in both hands was killing at an unimaginable speed.

There was nothing fancy about this sword, just a combination of speed and power in its purest form.

Therefore, the white tiger elephant general who had just swung out a long sickle could only turn around in surprise, hold the handle of the long sickle horizontally with both hands, and forcibly stop the sword.

The sting smashed down from top to bottom.

The sword qi circling around, as if being summoned, accompanied by this long-cultivated sword weapon, overlapped and fused one after another, and then slashed towards the white scythe together with the stunned sting.

The reason why the Nine Realms Martial Cultivation and the cultivators behind the Mountain Peak Realm are as far apart as the Heavenly Trench, the most important point is the Dao, the Nine Realms cultivators ascend to the top, and what they control is only the Dao rhyme, and the Great Dao controlled by the Mountain Peak Realm are two very different things, even completely different.

Therefore, the killing within the Nine Realms is more dominated by Wu Yuan.

The inheritance trial in the tomb of Susang, a saint, gave the four elephant generals the ability to rule, and they were limited to the nine realms.

Although Fang Chen was inferior to the White Tiger Elephant General who was famous all over the world thousands of years ago, Wu Yuan surpassed Bai Qi at this moment.

The sword raising technique passed on to Fang Chen by Shen Xiang is extremely special, whether it is Wu Yuan or Dao Yun, it can be used as a material for sword raising.

And Uncle Qingshan, whose realm is only the Nine Realms, is pregnant with the nutrients of the sting, and it is obviously more based on Jian Yuan.

From the North Ridge to the Eastern Wilderness, and then to this Divine Capital Emperor's Mausoleum, the sword yuan accumulated in the sting was poured out wantonly under this sword, and the amount of sword yuan was even far beyond the level that the cultivators of the Nine Realms could control.

Shen Xiang once used this sword to reverse a half-statue in the Beiling Stygian Sea, thus winning the title of Humble Peak.

So in this trial in the imperial tomb, this sword was used from the palm of Uncle Qingshan, and the fight in the same realm was even more desirable.

The White Tiger Elephant General, for the first time, took a step back under Fang Chen's sword.

The snow-white sleeves of this famous general under Su Sang's hands and arms were torn into strips of fine rags under the cutting of those meticulous sword qi, and then under the more roaring sword qi, they all turned into powder, diffusing the heavens and the earth.

And the arms that Bai Qi used to hold the sickle, because they carried such a heavy force, the green tendons on the arms were already exposed, and some small openings torn by the sword qi were faintly visible, like mottled blood marks.

But Bai Qi still only took a step back.

The scythe shook violently as it shook, and the white legs, one behind the other, and the right leg that was used to support the body at the back, took a step back at the beginning, and after stepping into a deep pit in the floor of the main hall, it did not retreat from the beginning.

Under the sword weapon in Fang Chen's hand, the sword yuan and sword qi that were swirling around him, even if they were still pressed down, only made the white tiger elephant dig three points deeper in the pit under his feet, but it did not hurt Bai Qi in the slightest.

Uncle Qingshan's eyes flashed with a moment of dazedness, the theory of the Nine Realms and the Three Layers of the Great Xia Lotus Society had already spread throughout the world of the human race, and after fighting with Chen Weiyang, the second-layer spear cultivator with a gun in Yuefu, Fang Chen had already thought that the gap between these three layers was not as big as he imagined.

After all, when the young swordsman was in the Eight Realms, he personally attacked the cultivators of the first and second layers of the Nine Realms.

But in this battle, Fang Chen really understood that the gap between the two realms and each other may be unimaginably large.

The Nine Realms of the White Tiger Elephant General were far more powerful than the Nine Realms of any cultivator that Fang Chen had fought against so far.

If the Nine Realms of Buddha and Dao Zi, independent of the third layer, referred to this kind of strength, then Fang Chen had to admit that he still had a long way to go if he wanted to catch up with them.

For the first time, there was a momentary sense of powerlessness in the young swordsman's heart, but he was quickly suppressed by Fang Chensheng.

From Beiling holding the sword to the present, it can be said that Fang Chen's cultivation has always been smooth, although there have been several near-deaths, but at least after Uncle Qingshan's sword, he has never been defeated.

Therefore, at that moment, Jian Xin's arrogant and invincible heart on the first floor would never allow Fang Chen to deny himself.

Uncle Qingshan put away the dazedness in his eyes, and was shocked that the first sword failed to succeed, so there was a second sword.

The corners of the young swordsman's mouth moved slightly, so the sword qi whistling in the sky slowly stagnated, and the white tiger elephant was three feet behind him, intertwined and converged into a snow-white sword qi.

Eight swords in the world, heaven and earth.

Chen Jiansheng's sword move left in the world does not require Fang Chen to consume too much sword yuan, this sword is the most essential consideration of the three buildings of the sword way, the sword technique becomes the sword qi, the sword heart holds the sword qi, and the sword intent gives it aura.

That snow-white sword qi, along with the continuous influx of the rest of the sword qi around it, not only did it not expand and prolong, but it became smaller than one of them.

But the killing intent involved in it is getting higher and higher.

At the same time that Fang Chen's eyes were hung with three points of coldness, the spirituality possessed by the snow-white sword qi caused it to gradually transform into a pale swimming fish.

It's just that unlike the fish sold in the ordinary market, the eyes of this sword qi swimming fish are full of spirituality and killing intent, and the sword qi is tightly "staring" at the white-clothed figure who is fighting with Fang Chen.

Then, there was a sudden long groan.