"See the sword..."

From near and far, the sound was like a tide, one after another vibrated and boomed, almost submerging most of the Akiyama King City.

Many residents of the royal city, although they didn't even see the shadow of the streamer's sword, after hearing the voice, they still shouted loudly, and knelt down to worship, looking fanatical.

The esteem of the status of the Streamer Sword Candidate is only under the lord of the country, as well as some very few antique-level powerhouses, and above many princes, and it is the object of worship of many people.

Suddenly, Chen Lin felt that he had become different.

Ordinary people have fallen to their knees in the dust, and they dare not raise their heads, while those masters are hidden in the shadows and have not shown their faces.

Therefore, the only people who were still standing in the field were him and Feng Qingshuang, Mo Chuan, Xu Yin, Yu Yuanlao and a few others, who seemed extremely lonely and different.

In fact, a master of the Sword Soul Realm, with a trace of sword soul differentiation, suppressed the true qi and vitality in the air, and condensed the incarnation to descend, which is a great power.

There is no difference between it and the real body coming in person.

A sword soul powerhouse descends and invites him personally, can he not go?

Mo Chuan's silver teeth clenched, so he couldn't help but let his teeth tremble, and he was screaming in his heart not to go, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Feng Qingshuang can still maintain his composure, but he is just pretending to be calm, and he can't help but want to turn around, go back to the palace, and ask the lord of Akiyama for help.

Elder Yu Yuan's face was pale, and he secretly screamed bad luck, but he didn't expect that he had just arrived in the Autumn Mountain Country, and he didn't even have time to participate in the Lancang Conference, and he encountered a strong man in the realm of the Sword Soul, which was destined to be more auspicious.

Xu Yinheng's sharp sword on Akiyama Wufeng's neck couldn't help but tighten, putting on a posture of a fish dying and breaking the net, just waiting for Chen Lin to give an order, he killed Akiyama Wufeng, and then killed him, fighting to the death.

Actually, it's no different from sending people to death.

The gap in strength between the two sides is too huge, and it is no longer something that courage, self-confidence, and enthusiasm can make up.

"Little junior brother, everything here is up to you to decide. ”

"Yes, whatever your decision is, we have your back. ”

"Death is death, from the first day I set foot on the path of cultivation, be ready to fall..."

They supported Chen Lin and faced death without hesitation.

Chen Lin couldn't help but think about them, thought for a while, and said, "The Streamer Sword Marquis personally came to invite, I ...... Of course you have to go. ”

"Good. ”

The incarnation of the sword soul of the Streamer Sword Marquis made a voice with a smile: "Very good, my son has offended a lot, you don't have to care." ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Chen Lin said lightly: "Sixth Senior Brother, let him go." ”

Without hesitation, Xu Yin withdrew the sword that was lying across Akiyama Wufeng's neck and pushed him out.

Akiyama Wufeng almost fell, and after he finally stood firm, he roared with resentment: "Father, these people almost killed me, please take them all down..."

Streamer Sword Hou said: "They are my guests first, and then your enemies, but you asked me to help deal with them, isn't it a joke to spread it? If you have the ability, you will use your strength to take revenge..."

He looked very indifferent and ruthless, and when his words fell, he turned into a brilliant sword light, broke through the sky, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Father......" Akiyama Wufeng shouted, but how could he stop the Streamer Sword Marquis, and his face turned blue with anger.

Mo Chuan sneered: "I thought you were amazing, it turned out that you were just a fox and a fake tiger, it's really ridiculous..."

", if you talk more, see if I don't kill you..."

Akiyama Wufeng was furious, and he felt that there was a raging flame burning in his heart, since he was a child, he had never been so humiliated by defeat, and he couldn't even pull out his sword, so he was defeated.

Mo Chuan sneered and responded: "It's up to you, if you want to defeat me, you might as well give it a try..."

At the same time, seeing the Streamer Sword leaving, the crowd around them got up one after another, but they did not disperse, but moved closer to the direction where Chen Lin and the others were.

Among them were those with mournful faces, as if the end of the world had come, and their trading houses had been destroyed by the aftermath of the battle.

There are also people who are frightened but unbearably curious, and when they see the danger disappearing, they hurry to see the excitement.

More people are afraid, and the six gods have no master, and follow others to act.

Chen Lin swept his eyes, frowned slightly, and said, "Qiushan Wufeng, why don't you lead the way in front and take us to meet the Streamer Sword Candidate?"

Akiyama Wufeng snorted coldly, his face was pale, and he said in a strange manner: "Chen Lin, you are really a big pomp, you actually want a strong man of the Sword Soul Realm to personally descend to the incarnation to invite, and you are willing to go...

This is also my father's magnanimity and don't care about you, otherwise, you would have been wrapped in the blood banner of a thousand armies and fallen into the hands of a thousand armies, and you don't know whether you live or die..."

"Sooner or later, one day, you will be killed by your character, arrogant, domineering, and I don't know the height of the sky..."

Chen Lin smiled: "I think it is more appropriate to give these words to yourself." Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and bring it in front. ”

Akiyama Wufeng had a stinky face, but he didn't dare to go against the meaning of the streamer sword, and took the initiative to walk in the front to lead the way.

Chen Lin and the others followed.

As for the aftermath here, naturally someone will take care of it.

The battle between the Thousand Armies and the Streamer Sword Waiting destroyed almost the entire street, killing and wounding them, but no one dared to condemn them.

And shortly after they left, a large number of officials rushed to deal with the aftermath.

The scene was chaotic again, some howling and crying, some looking sluggish, some wanting to cry without tears, some were mentally disturbed, some were hanging high that had nothing to do with themselves, and some were very excited...... Gather those officials in the middle and beg for explanations.

Chen Lin and the others walked a little slower, and it was very likely that they would be surrounded by a large number of people, asking for explanations and how to compensate for losses, which was annoying.

Fortunately, these have nothing to do with them, Chen Lin and the others followed Qiushan Wufeng directly out of the city gate and rushed towards the outside of the city.

Surprisingly, the mansion of the Streamer Sword Marquis was not in the core area of the Akiyama King City......

Instead, it is outside the city, away from the crowds, rejecting the bustle and enjoying the purity alone.

On the way, Feng Qingshuang also introduced the identity of the Streamer Sword Candidate to Chen Lin and the others: "This Sword Candidate is a member of the Autumn Mountain Royal Family. However, in his early years, he was just a marginal figure, not well-known, and his bloodline was not a descendant of the royal family, so it can be said that he was not much stronger than ordinary people.

However, later, he rose strongly, had an epiphany, defeated many young masters of the Akiyama Kingdom in a row, and was able to represent the Akiyama Kingdom to participate in the Lancang Conference, and won the honorific title of one of the eight great sword candidates...

Now that twenty years have passed, no one knows how powerful his strength is..."

Speaking of this, Feng Qingshuang whispered: "Chen Lin, after you see the Streamer Sword Waiting later, you must be more careful, and don't do it unless you have to..."

Akiyama Wufeng seemed to hear it, turned around and sneered, "Do you really think that by defeating me and Akiyama Xuan, you can do whatever you want in Akiyama Country, it's ridiculous... Wait a minute, you'd better be honest, what do you say, my father's orders, it's better to agree to them all, don't bargain, so that you have a chance to live, otherwise, hum ......"

Mo Chuanhu said suspiciously: "You actually reminded us, what evil intentions are you harboring?"

Akiyama Wufeng didn't answer, but said: "The front is, don't trespass, otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding me if you die." ”

When Chen Lin heard this, he looked up and saw a huge palace in front of him, hidden in the green mountains and green waters, with red makeup and green tiles, and a jade household in Zhumen, simple but not simple.

Even from a very distance, you can clearly see that in the manor, there are huge sword dojos everywhere.

Not long after, Chen Lin and the others strolled through it, but there were always dozens of sword cultivators with cold breaths around them, watching them, as if as long as Qiu Shan Wufeng gave an order, they could immediately move and cut Chen Lin and the others into meat sauce.

However, Akiyama Wufeng didn't do that, and kept taking them to the palace, passing through an unknown number of heavy portals, nine-curved corridors, and going deeper.

Suddenly, his eyes moved, and he said, "Father said that only Chen Lin is the only one who can go in." ”

He pointed to the depths of the palace, an open area.

There, there are lakes and mountains.

It's all artificial.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a small old house, dilapidated and desolate.

Mo Chuan said in disbelief: "The dignified Streamer Sword Wait, living in this kind of place, I don't believe it, Akiyama Wufeng, are you trying to deceive us?"

"What do you know? This old house is the house that my father lived in before he became famous, and he lived in it and practiced in it..."

Akiyama Wufeng said solemnly.

Obviously has the strength and ability to enjoy endless wine-colored wealth and luxury life.

But they all gave up, concentrated on the sword, and became obsessed with the way of the sword, so that they might be able to achieve today's streamer sword.

On top of this, the Streamer Sword is very similar to Qianjun Daozi.

Chen Lin's heart suddenly became interested, in his previous life, although he had not heard of the names of Qianjun Daozi and Streamer Sword Hou, and he didn't know if it was an omission, or something went wrong halfway, and their reputation was not obvious, but now it seems that they still have some outstanding features, which are worth seeing.

"You're waiting for me here..."

Chen Lin explained, but he was not afraid and went straight over.

"Be careful, if there's anything wrong, quit immediately..."Feng Qingshuang, Mo Chuan, Xu Yin, and Yu Yuan said almost at the same time, worried.

Chen Lin waved his hand backwards, and without looking back, he strode forward, and soon approached the old house, about to knock on the door.

"Click......"

The door suddenly opened on its own, and the sword light suddenly appeared, bright and bright, reflecting the room that should have been very dim, like a world of light.

Then these lights swarmed out, turning into countless sharp swords, fierce and hearty, surging and exploding, each one, all of which were extremely fast, like thunder and gale, violently...

"Young man, I'm going to try your sword, I don't know if it's okay?"

A magnificent voice came out leisurely.

Chen Lin was fearless: "My sword, I don't need to try, if I want to fight, then I will fight..."

He slammed his sword...

The sword qi turned into ripples, and the vibrations were emitted, constantly colliding and exploding with the lightsaber, as if they were annihilating each other.

The momentum is strong, and the earth is shaken...

However, such a strong fierce battle did not hurt the doors and walls that were close at hand.

The power control is just right, not a single point, not a single cent...

"Well... My sword cultivation is exactly like this..."

Snort...

In the old house, a wooden sword suddenly shot out...

Above the tip of the sword, there was a light and holy sword light gushing out, like a clear spring, pushing one heavy and one heavy, rushing straight down from the nine heavens...

The waves rolled, like thousands of long swords fighting, and the sound of killing was loud, it seemed that not only the body, but even the soul could be cut off, which made people's hearts tremble.

...... R405