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"Who?"

Chen Lin, the wind was clear and frosty, and Mo Chuan's face suddenly became a little ugly.

When he turned around, he saw a handsome man with an extremely flamboyant momentum, surrounded by six or seven powerful sword cultivators, walking over.

Several members of the firm immediately stepped forward and groveled and said, "You're here..."

The handsome man directly ordered: "Wrap me up with the red neon robe..."

That kind of attitude is completely in the eyes of no one.

"Akiyama Wufeng, what do you want to do?"

Feng Qingshuang recognized the identity of this handsome man for the first time, and his silver teeth were bitten, and his face was like frost.

The handsome man named Akiyama Wufeng smiled as if harmlessly: "Cousin Qingshuang, this is a sword dealer, what else can I do here?" ”

Feng Qingshuang suddenly understood, his eyes moved slightly, and he said with a sneer: "Qiushan Wufeng, in this royal city, there are many industries, all of which belong to the children of the royal family, if I guess correctly, this sword trading house belongs to your family at all, right?"

"Not bad..."

This person generously admitted, did not shy away from it, and then turned his head to look at Chen Lin, and said with interest: "Chen Lin, your name is Chen Lin, right? It's very simple, as long as you follow us for a trip, this red neon robe can be given to this young lady for free, how about it?"

As he spoke, the member of the Sword Dealer had already wrapped the red neon robes and put them in a brocade box according to Akiyama Wufeng's instructions, waiting quietly for someone to take them away.

"Who is scarce about your things, little junior brother, let's go. Mo Chuan shouted angrily directly.

Originally, she liked the red neon robe very much, but now she only had disgust.

The corners of Akiyama Wufeng's mouth hooked up an evil smile, looking a little arrogant, a little uninhibited, a little arrogant, whether he likes it or hates it, he has to admit that he is very attractive to the eye.

"Yo you, beautiful girl, I came very sincerely to invite your little junior brother to take a trip, how can you do this to me?"

Akiyama Wufeng had a hippie smile, suddenly his face turned straight, and he said toughly: "Take the red neon robe, if you don't take it today, you have to take it..."

His words were said to Mo Chuan, but his eyes looked at Chen Lin, full of aggressive momentum and self-confidence.

At this time, Chen Lin suddenly asked, "Qingshuang, who is he?" He was sneering, he didn't expect at all, just going out for a casual walk, and encountering such an annoying thing, he must not tolerate it...

"This person has an extraordinary status among our royal family, because his father is the person who won the position of one of the Eight Great Sword Marquis for our Autumn Mountain Country in the last Lancang Conference, the Streamer Sword Marquis..."

Feng Qingshuang immediately explained to Chen Lin, his expression solemn and worried.

As soon as the words fell, Elder Yu couldn't help but gasp: "How is this possible for the eight great sword candidates who won the last Lancang Conference last time?"

Mo Chuan's face also turned pale in an instant, knowing that he had met a big man.

Xu Yin suddenly burst out with surging sword qi, rushing straight into the sky, slashing the heaven and earth vitality, slashing the clouds, sharp and unparalleled, full of the taste of death.

"Battle..."

In the face of the powerful people of twenty years ago, he may only be able to win that line of life if he fights to the death.

Go on. Chen Lin nodded noncommittally.

Akiyama Wufeng didn't care, and he didn't stop Feng Qingshuang from talking, so he waited for a long time.

Because, this person is completely sure that Chen Lin will definitely agree...

Feng Qingshuang's expression became more and more solemn: "That Streamer Sword Marquis, originally in the royal family, was just a marginal child, but he was indeed a genius, he was only thirty years old, and he cultivated to reach the peak of the Ninth Order Great Sword Master, and became one of the Eight Great Sword Marquis twenty years ago..."

"What, twenty years ago, he was already at the peak of the Ninth Order Great Sword Master?"

Everyone in the Ancient Sword Mansion was taken aback, now that twenty years have passed, doesn't that mean that the Streamer Sword Candidate of the peak realm of the Ninth Order Great Sword Master back then is very likely to have been promoted to a more powerful realm?

After the Great Sword Master, there is the realm of the sword soul...

Serious.

In the 100,000 miles of the Great Plain, there are not many, and they are rare...

Every strong person in the Sword Soul Realm, or Dao Soul Realm, is enough to suppress the fortune of the country and the sect, and it cannot be despised by everyone.

Next to him, the fifth-order Taoist master, as well as those beautiful maids, all showed a look of awe and honor.

The streamer sword is almost like an optimus giant pillar in the country of Akiyama.

Feng Qingshuang eased down, and waited for everyone to consume this information before he spoke again: "Moreover, the Streamer Sword Marquis and the Thousand Army Daozi are a pair of mortal enemies... Therefore, you have offended Qianjun Daozi and his disciples, and this Streamer Sword Hou knows about it, so he sent his son to invite you in person, I am afraid that he wants to deliberately disgust that Qianjun Daozi......"

"Cousin Qingshuang, how can you say that, don't you see my sincerity, isn't it very sufficient? Even the Red Ni Dharma Robe worth three thousand ancient yuan is willing to give away. ”

Akiyama Wufeng had a very aggrieved and hurt expression, full of evil.

Mo Chuan shouted angrily: "It's ridiculous, you are sincere like this, in this world, there is no person who is not sincere..."

Akiyama Wufeng smiled like a flower, and he didn't refute, just looked at Chen Lin and persecuted silently.

Chen Lin's expression was indifferent, and he suddenly turned his head and asked, "Qingshuang, then you say, should I go or not?"

The words are full of playfulness.

He didn't expect that he, an outsider, a small person from a poor countryside, would accidentally get involved in the personal grudge of two big people in Akiyama Country.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

However, he remained calm and didn't worry too much.

Thousands of soldiers, streamer sword marquis.

He had never heard of it in his previous life, and he was not an outstanding person.

And when Chen Lin's words just came out, Akiyama Wufeng's face became extremely gloomy, as if he didn't expect that Chen Lin was really so uninteresting, and dared to ridicule him when he knew that it was his father's streamer sword invitation.

The swordsmen behind him even respected the Streamer Sword like a god, how could they allow Chen Lin to be lazy, and they all jumped out and scolded angrily: "Boy, don't be embarrassed..."

"If you really want to provoke the wrath of Jian Hou, no matter what kind of genius you are, you will definitely not escape the fate of turning into powder..."

"It's too late to regret it now, hurry up and leave and go with Wufeng Gongzi. ”

......

Akiyama Wufeng sneered, not stopping it at all, and letting his subordinates run rampant.

Suddenly, the originally arranged sword and weapons trading house was full of gunpowder.

Elder Yu Yuan secretly complained, Mo Chuan's face turned blue and pale, Xu Yin was furious, ready to fight to the death, and he would never be humiliated.

Feng Qingshuang's face was embarrassed, everyone in the Ancient Sword Mansion was a guest she personally invited, but she didn't expect that she was coerced one after another, almost disgraced her, and couldn't help but grit her teeth and say: "Autumn Mountain Wufeng, don't go too far..."

Akiyama Wufeng turned a deaf ear, and there was only Chen Lin in his eyes...... In the banquet of the Bafang Palace, in front of countless masters, this young man who defeated Akiyama Gen strongly and showed off the limelight.

You must know that Qiu Shan Xuan was originally his target, and he was going to be the object of the sacrifice flag at the Lancang Conference, but he didn't expect that he would be preempted by Chen Lin and defeated.

But it doesn't matter, defeating Chen Lin, who defeated Akiyama Xuan, can show his majesty without Akiyama even more.

That's why his attitude seems so aggressive.

Chen Lin vaguely guessed that some of Akiyama Wufeng's plans were nothing more than wanting to provoke himself and fight hard.

Then it will be done to him...

Chen Lin's gaze was gloomy, and there seemed to be an infinite whirlpool swirling in it, containing an extremely terrifying killing machine.

Akiyama Wufeng immediately felt it, and his expression was guarded.

But in the Bafang Palace, he saw with his own eyes how Chen Lin defeated Qiu Shan Xuan neatly, how could he dare to be careless?

However, he is still full of confidence, because he is a legendary figure in the Akiyama Kingdom, the genius son of the Streamer Sword...

Seeing that the war was about to break out.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth suddenly became dark, and it seemed that endless dark clouds were surging wildly, covering the sky layer upon layer, about to descend and crush the sword dealer into powder.

The sky collapsed, and the clouds swept in, and they pressed down.

Then, there were extremely terrifying sounds of breaking the air, which hooked the soul.

Chen Lin, Qiu Shan Wufeng, Yu Yuanyuan, Feng Qingshuang, Mo Chuan, Xu Yin and others all immediately noticed it, their expressions changed drastically, and they all rushed out of the door and rushed to the street.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on? Are we all going to die?"

The pedestrians in the streets, the pedestrians in the merchants, were all in chaos, like headless flies, scurrying about.

Only a very small number of resolute masters, like the mainstay, stood still, looking up to see the source of the chaos.

Above them, within a radius of miles, there was a darkness, completely enveloping the nearby streets, as if they were about to fall into eternal darkness.

In the dim sky, dark clouds rolled, constantly expanding and squeezing in. Closer and closer, at the lowest point, the eaves of a trading house have been pressed.

"Who the hell is it?

Chen Lin and the others immediately determined that this was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.

As they expected, the rolling dark clouds suddenly burst open, and a bloody light appeared...

In Chen Lin's pupils, a big flag was suddenly reflected, his eyes were immediately stung, his heart swayed, and he couldn't help himself.

The banner suddenly appeared in the rolling dark clouds, full of blood, swaying, across the sky, and crushed down violently...

Like weeping blood from the sky, the blood that washes down like a tide will sweep away all the people on this street and turn them into pus and blood.

"Oh my mother...", many pedestrians were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, their faces were pale, and many of them even foamed at the mouth with fright and passed out.

In the dark scenes, there are very few people who can stand with their backs straight.

The wind and frost were one of them, but the moment they saw the flag appear, they shouted in horror: "The blood flag of a thousand armies..."

"Is it the Taoist of a thousand armies?" that Akiyama Wufeng also roared in shock: "This madman, how dare he sacrifice a magic weapon to rob people in broad daylight in the royal city?" R405