The sword array was suspended in mid-air, ten zhang square, just shrouding Chen Changan's swept figure.

Zheng!

Dozens of sword qi shot out from the sword array, winding and coiling like a whirlpool of sword qi, and with the sound of a clear sword sound, it directly engulfed Chen Changan's body.

The sword qi mediated, and the blue light flowed, as if he wanted to defeat Chen Changan with one move.

However, in the next second, a black-red light seeped out from the blue light.

A pitch-black hand poked out.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the hand swung to the left, and the terrifying black magic power poured out behind the arm, directly shattering all the cyan sword qi.

Chen Changan's body was surrounded by black light, and his black hair was flying, appearing in everyone's field of vision.

Above his head, cracks appeared in the cyan sword array, and then with a crisp "bang", it turned into a cyan light point in the sky and drifted away.

"Flesh Natal Creatures!"

Seeing this, Zhou Zheng's eyes froze, and he said in shock.

He could see very clearly that although Chen Changan was holding a sword in his hand, it was his hand that tore the sword array he released, and such a fierce fighting method was extremely rare for him.

Chen Changan looked at Zhou Zheng in front of him, the magic power on his body flowed, and the sword qi on the Shadowless Sword in his hand was overflowing.

The Flower Dao intent on the other side and the Endless Sword intent were urged by him at the same time.

A sword raised!

Two sword lights!

The falling peach leaves on the ground were rolled up by these two sword qi, like a long dragon turned into two dead leaves, bombarding Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Zheng watched as two sword qi swords, one black and one white, burst through the air, accompanied by a terrifying wave of qi sweeping in, blowing his black hair flying backwards.

His eyes were full of blue, and with a wave of his hand, a brown-red piano appeared in his hand.

The piano has six strings, and his left hand holds the sound, and his right hand gently plucks it.

Zheng!

Six sword qi containing the aura of slaughter shot out from the top of the long qin, and the sword qi was about three zhang away from the qin, and it was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight...... When those six sword qi faced the black and white sword qi, they had already turned into a sword tide and swept away.

The cyan sword tide and the black and white sword qi collided with each other, as if two river torrents had collided together.

Bang bang bang!

A thin crashing sound quietly resounded in the void, making people's eardrums tingle.

The aftermath of the terrifying collision swept away, rolling up the dead leaves on the ground within a radius of dozens of feet, rippling away with dust on both sides.

The disciples of the Contemplation Pavilion who were watching the battle around only felt a huge force rushing towards them, and then their bodies couldn't help but retreat backwards for a few steps.

In the aftermath of this terror, Chen Changan and Zhou Zheng both retreated.

The two were separated by a distance of about seven or eight feet, one holding a sword and the other holding a piano, confronting each other.

"I'm not mistaken, Chen Changan is still standing?"

"This Chen Changan's combat power is not weaker than that of Ming Jiantai's senior brother?"

"I thought he was a related household of the Sword Pavilion by relying on his relationship with the elders, but I didn't expect his own strength to be so terrifying?"

Many of the disciples around them were shocked when they saw this scene.

"He's so strong?"

After the crowd, Yang Yarong, who had just heard the news, looked at this scene, and her beautiful eyes showed a deep shock.

"No wonder he wants to sell us the opportunity to enter the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb, it turns out that he really doesn't need the opportunity in the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb at all!"

Compared to the frightened performance of the surrounding Guanxin Pavilion disciples, Han Ming and another Ming Sword Terrace disciple, who were closer to the battlefield, were even more stunned.

Zhou Zheng is a warlock in the upper realm of the four elephants, and his combat power is comparable to that of a monk in the upper realm of cultivating gods, two small realms higher than their realm, and his talent and Taoism are even more than them, but Zhou Zheng is only on a par with Chen Chang'an, if they start with Chen Chang'an, won't they be defeated?

A feeling of regret immediately grew in the hearts of Han Ming and another Ming Jiantai disciple.

Just for a thousand spirit crystals, to be defeated by the disciples of the Guanxin Pavilion, this price is inevitably too great, right?

For hundreds of years in the Beihai Sword Pavilion, it seems that there has never been a disciple of the Ming Sword Pavilion who has been defeated by the Guanxin Pavilion, if they are defeated today, then the shame is really lost to the grandmother's house.

They wanted to run away at this moment, but they didn't dare to flee.

In case of escaping, when the time comes, this Chen Changan will find the Ming Sword Terrace, wouldn't he be embarrassed even more.

So, Han Ming and the others could only look at Zhou Zheng's figure, secretly praying in their hearts that he would not be defeated and that he would suppress Chen Changan.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Zhou Zheng held the long qin in his hand, looked at Chen Changan with his eyes and said: "Senior Brother Chen, your combat power is very strong, if you want, we can shake hands and make peace!"

He and Chen Changan only fought three or two moves, but between these three or two moves, he felt great pressure, he was almost sure that the Chen Changan in front of him definitely had the strength not weaker than him, if he continued to fight, the result would be unpredictable.

Instead of taking a huge risk to fight with Chen Changan, it is better to shake hands with him and make peace, and it is a big deal that 10,000 spirit crystals are not needed.

Zhou Zheng's words fell, and Han Ming and the others behind him were stunned for an instant, their bodies froze, and their backs were cold, and they didn't know what to do.

When the disciples of the Contemplating Heart Pavilion around heard this, they instantly showed surprise.

Unexpectedly, this senior brother Zhou Zheng of Ming Jiantai would want to make peace with Chen Chang'an.

Doesn't this mean that Senior Brother Zhou Zheng is not sure to defeat Chen Changan?

After this battle, wouldn't Chen Changan have to be directly concerned by the seniors of the Sword Pavilion, and maybe he would be able to directly enter the Ming Sword Platform without examination.

Many people began to envy Chen Changan, but at this time, there was only envy but no jealousy.

This strength, they don't dare to be jealous even if they want to be jealous, if someone else goes up, maybe they have been seriously injured and comatose by Zhou Zhengfang's trick at this time.

Just when everyone thought that Chen Changan would go down this step and end the battle, Chen Changan smiled.

He stepped forward, the cold light in his eyes.

"There's no need to shake hands and make peace, didn't my senior brother find me for three days, if I don't have a good time today, wouldn't it seem too unkind!"

Chen Changan's calm words sounded, and the meaning of his cold words was undisguised.

The other party has suppressed his brother in public in the Guanxin Lake, if he stops, what qualifications does he have to be Li Zhou's brother.

"Look at the sword!"

Chen Changan's eyes flashed with magic light, holding the Infinite Sword in his hand, his figure flashed, and dozens of sword qi slashed out between the blades of the sword.

Zhou Zheng's face sank, his left hand let go of the long qin, and the spiritual power on his body came out of his body, and then he held the entire long qin in the void in front of him, and the spiritual power poured into the long qin, and the dazzling blue light instantly gushed out from the body of the qin.

He flicked his hands one after another, catalyzing dozens of sword qi to deal with Chen Changan's sword qi.

A crash sounded one after another.

A terrifying wave of qi permeated the thirty zhang around them in battle.

Chen Changan skillfully urged the sword qi to attack, and then resisted the attack with the long sword in his hand.

Zhou Zheng also responded in the same way.

In just a dozen breaths, the two of them had at least dozens of sword qi on the right side.

The trajectory of each sword qi shot is a sword move to be found, if an ordinary monk can't make a few moves at all, he will be defeated, which shows that both of them have a lot of attainments in sword skills.

However, it went on for about twenty breaths.

Zhou Zheng's face became more and more heavy, and he found that the sword qi he could expect was getting less and less, and there were already many sword qi that exceeded his expectations, and they could almost attack him.

The implication of this is that there is no need to think about it at all, that is, Chen Changan's comprehension of the basic sword technique is much higher than him, so he can't even expect the other party's sword qi.

Can't put it off!

"Thousand Sounds Phantom Sword!"

Zhou Zheng's eyes froze, and his hands slapped the long qin in front of him heavily, and fierce cyan runes bloomed out on the long qin.

Then on the long qin, the blue light slapped out like a big wave, turning into a dense and dense sword qi that was crushed towards Chen Changan's body.

The moment the sword qi rushed up, it wrenched the staggered peach tree branches above his head, tearing out an empty area.

This is a magical power of the sound path, known for its weirdness and speed, the sword qi is released with the sound, the range of the attack is very large, and it is impossible for a cultivator in the same realm to dodge within thirty zhang, and with his Aoki sword intent, it is definitely a big killing move.

Everyone around was stunned when they saw this scene.

A cyan glow was reflected in everyone's pupils.

The disciples of the Contemplation Pavilion were horrified by the speed and range of this supernatural power, and it was like a huge wave that slammed into the opponent in front of them, and there was hardly any corner to dodge.

Han Ming and the others were shocked that Zhou Zheng would use the Thousand Sound Phantom Sword so quickly, they had seen with their own eyes the Ming Sword Tai disciples who were fellow practitioners of Zhou Zheng, and when they were at a disadvantage, they directly released this magic power, severely injuring the opponent and then winning.

Chen Changan faced this magic trick and felt a dangerous aura coming from the shop.

His eyes shrank slightly, this magic move was no longer weaker than the sword power of Jiang Huaqing, who he faced when he was in the Jin Kingdom.

Jiang Huaqing is the descendant of the Kunlun Daomen Purple Moon Palace, but in front of him, Zhou Zheng is just an ordinary disciple of the Ming Sword Platform of the Beihai Sword Pavilion.

It can be seen that the inheritance of the Beihai Sword Pavilion should be extremely strong.

The terrifying sword tide emitted a dazzling cyan light, illuminating Chen Chang'an's body and the entire peach forest.

Under this sword tide, Chen Changan looked very small, like a canoe under the huge waves of the North Sea, as if he was about to be sent into the depths of the sea by the waves in the next second.

It seems that Chen Changan will be submerged by the sword tide in the next second, or shot into a sieve, or directly into the ground, anyway, the ending should not be too good.

"Brother Chen, be careful!"

Not far away, Li Zhougang changed his clothes after listening to Chen Changan's instructions, but when he walked out of the cave mansion, he saw this scene, and his face immediately changed greatly, shouting that he didn't care about anything, and rushed over directly.