[Chapter Word Count: 2085 Last Updated: 2015-04-2808:25:47.0]

A sword stabbed out, rolling up the sky full of sword light and smoke.

The sword of Nantiandu, the super cultivation of the super-strong is fully displayed, which makes the other disciples who joined the sect in the same period beyond the reach of the dust. Some people are amazed and shocked, while others are worried and regretful.

Zhu Sijia looked nervous, her chest was touched, her ass was beaten, and she should have been excited and relieved to see Ye Chuan being crushed, but for some reason, she was worried about Ye Chuan instead.

The sky was full of smoke and dust, and everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

Ye Chuan, who bore the brunt of the attack, was not dead, he was still standing opposite Nantiandu, and his body was not damaged at all, but the robe on his body looked a little messy.

"How is that possible?"

"How did he do it?"

People were amazed.

The sword of Nantiandu, even an elite disciple of the monk realm is not fully sure that he can retreat with his whole body, how did Ye Chuan, who only has a martial artist fivefold, do it?

Nan Tiandu was also surprised, and looked at Ye Chuan in disbelief.

Over the years, it is not impossible for people to escape from under his heavy sword, but it is by no means something that a martial artist can do. The rumored mediocre senior brother Ye Chuan once again impressed him!

"Good swordsmanship, it's a pity, Senior Brother Tiandu, your speed is still a little slower!"

Ye Chuan patted the dust on his body, smiled faintly, picked up the broom that he threw on the ground, and prepared to meet the next round of attacks from Nantiandu.

Just now, just when everyone thought that he was going to encounter an accident, his body swayed like catkins, narrowly avoiding the lore of Nantiandu.

Mortal body, mortal fetus, mortal life, the current body cannot be compared with the heyday at all, and the cultivation is not worth mentioning. However, Ye Chuan's experience is still there, and his body instinctively reacts unimaginably at the moment of life and death. Although Xiu Wei is not yet on the table, his body is stronger than Zhao Dazhi, the fat man of the martial arts sevenfold, and in the past few days, the benefits of not being in a hurry to break through the bottleneck and practice hard have finally been shown.

Of course, this is also the reason why Nantiandu's speed is indeed not fast enough, if it is as fast as the powerful enemy millions of years ago, Ye Chuan can only be caught even if he is experienced.

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When has it been, and I'm still talking about it!

People were speechless, Nantian was already arrogant enough, it seemed that Ye Chuan, the senior brother, seemed to be even more arrogant than Nantiandu. People are proud of their ability, what about Ye Chuan, isn't this looking for death?

"Hahaha, good, good!"

Nan Tiandu laughed angrily, took a step forward, and then jumped up high and pounced in front of Ye Chuan with a trace of afterimage, and shot out with a sword again, "This sword, is it fast enough?"

People's hearts suddenly tightened.

The sword of Nantiandu is faster and more ferocious!

Zhu Sijia was so nervous that she clenched her fists, and her palms were full of sweat. Originally, she still had the idea of competing with Nantian, but after seeing the latter's sword, she no longer had the idea of challenging in her heart. Standing behind the crowd, Jinhua was full of hope again and laughed.

Just now, Ye Chuan escaped by luck, and this time, he didn't believe that Ye Chuan's kid could be so lucky!

Ding, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in people's ears.

Nantian screamed, and looked at Ye Chuan opposite in disbelief.

Ye Chuan took a few steps back one after another, his long hair was messy and looked a little wolf, but his body was not damaged at all. At the last moment, he waved the black broom in his hand and blocked the heavy sword of Nantiandu.

The inner disciples of the sect all knew that the long sword in Nantiandu's hand was extraordinary. It was an eight-hundred-pound black inscription heavy sword, with several ancient inscriptions engraved on it, ordinary people couldn't even lift it, and it was a treasure that Nantiandu selected in the Armory Pavilion when he was eight years old. The heavy sword has no edge, relying on the astonishing weight to kill the enemy, and if the sword is slapped, a 10,000-year-old demon beast will be slapped into meat sauce, how did Ye Chuan stop it?

A broom that no one wanted on the ground actually blocked Nantiandu's Heiming heavy sword, who would believe this?

No one will believe it, but the facts in front of us make people have to believe it!

"One of the talismans, one thought swallows the sky......"

Ye Chuan muttered to himself, with a touch of brilliance on his face.

Nantiandu's second sword was even more ferocious, but fortunately, the half-way Heaven Swallowing Talisman in his body really did not disappoint him. Suddenly urged, bursting out with a violent force.

This is only half of the talisman, once a true Heaven Swallowing talisman is condensed, how strong will the body be?

Ye Chuan, who once covered the sky with one hand, found for the first time that his cultivation was far more mysterious than what he once knew, and he was full of expectations for the next cultivation. Standing at the back of the crowd, Jinhua looked incredulous and disappointed.

In order to invite Nantiandu, a sect wizard, he and the strategist He Taixu spent a lot of thought and price. I thought that I could witness with my own eyes how Ye Chuan begged for mercy and how he died, but who would have thought that this would happen? Was it that Ye Chuan was too fierce and hid his cultivation before, or did Nantian secretly release water?

Jinhua began to be anxious, and he couldn't wait to go on the field and do it himself, so he couldn't kill Ye Chuan, and he was really going to vomit blood.

"Okay, it's worthy of being a senior brother, I really have some ability, come back again. I have a swordsmanship, known as the Sky Shaking Sword, just ask Senior Brother for advice!"

Nan Tiandu's face was cold, and he took another step forward with a murderous aura.

But this time, he didn't rush to do it immediately, but bowed his body slightly with his shoulders heavy, the black inscription heavy sword in his hand buzzed, and the ancient inscriptions engraved on it lit up one by one. In the air, an ancient aura of Xiao slaughter began to ripple, getting thicker and thicker, accompanied by more and more majestic power fluctuations.

Nine Swords of Heaven-Shattering?

Ye Chuan was shocked in his heart, and looked at Nantiandu, who was ready to go, his face was really solemn.

As a former Heaven Covering Great Sage, of course he understood the power of the Nine Swords of Shaking the Heavens, millions of years ago, it was the unique magic of a master known as the Great Sage of Shaking the Heavens. In the heyday when he dominated the wild world with one hand, the Great Sage of Shaking Heaven, like other masters, had come to challenge him, and the two fought for three days and three nights on the Covering Heaven Peak, and in the end, the Great Sage of Shaking Heaven was defeated with one move, and since then he has disappeared, and no one in the wild world has ever seen him again.

The dusty memories surged into Ye Chuan's mind like a tide, and the battle of that year was vivid.

Originally, Ye Chuan thought that after the defeat of the Great Sage of Heaven Shattering, he went to the outer world, and the two had no possibility of reuniting. Unexpectedly, millions of years later, I actually saw the Dao system left by the Great Sage of Shaking the Heavens here!

The murderous aura and power fluctuations in the air became more and more majestic, and the onlookers retreated again, and only looked at them in horror after retreating for a kilometer.

Nantian was slow to make a move, but people understood that this time his attack was bound to be earth-shattering. A little affected by the aftermath of the battle, maybe it is the soul that is scattered!

"Okay, this is what a thousand-year-old wizard should be, Ye Chuan, you are definitely dead this time!"

Jinhua gritted his teeth, sensed the violent power in Nantiandu's body, and finally put his mind at ease and waited to see how Ye Chuan would die.