Chu Xiuming raised his hand high, and with a hook of his wrist, a purple light on the Lingyun Peak of Liangyi Mountain rose to the sky, turned into a streamer, and fell into his hand.

When the purple light subsided, Luo Chen also saw clearly what was in his hand, a purple gold long knife, the purple knife body was covered with golden silk auspicious cloud patterns, simple and atmospheric, and the momentum was extraordinary.

"The name of this knife is Ziyun, it is a low-grade ground soldier, and it is the blade of my Ziyun Dao Palace Zhenshan. Today I will behead you with this sword. ”

Seeing this, Luo Chen smiled and said, "Inferior ground soldiers?"

With a gesture of his hand, a long, white-bladed knife appeared in his hand.

"This knife was snatched from Duan Buxiu's hand, and I didn't name him, it should also be the blade of your Purple Cloud Dao Palace, let's see if I can use this knife to cut off your dog's head today!"

Luo Chen's words were in an uproar.

"This kid is too arrogant, even a low-grade spirit soldier dares to take it out and argue with the Zhenshan Blade of my Purple Cloud Dao Palace?"

"Brother Tai, didn't you listen to him, this knife is also the blade of the Purple Cloud Dao Palace, and it is still the knife that your three elders use endlessly. ”

It can be clearly felt that the knife in Luo Chen's hand is wilting, and there is no momentum at all in front of the Ziyun long knife.

"Hahaha, I'm laughing to death, this young man is too funny. ”

"I can already imagine the picture of him being cut off by the Chu Palace Master, I just can't bear to look at it directly!"

"It's a pity, such a demon is going to fall today!"

"Hahaha, I hope that the Chu Palace Lord will cut off this dog's head as soon as possible to repay my Purple Cloud Dao Palace's eternal shame. ”

"Big brother, the Purple Cloud Dao Palace is still a shame for the ages, and it has only been two hundred and fifty years since your sect was established. ”

"Ziyun can't be humiliated, this son must die!"

......

None of the people around him were optimistic about Luo Chen, although he made the Purple Cloud Dao Palace look like this, even if he had a secret method to improve his cultivation to the Jindan realm, but Chu Xiuming was a veteran Jindan monk after all, how could Luo Chen, a temporary cultivator who had been promoted by a secret method, compete with it.

Luo Chen ignored these people's gossip.

He lifted the knife, then bit the thumb of his right hand, and used the pen to refer to the pen, and the ink with blood, and quickly drew a symbol on the knife.

After a while, the white knife was full of bright red blood lines.

At this time, Luo Chen spoke: "This knife is an extraordinary knife, it is a sword of the Martial Saint to kill the enemy." ”

"The knife is eight feet eight, and the gods dare to kill it!"

"Hum~"

Luo Chen's words fell, and the eight-foot long knife with white blade blood pattern emitted a brilliant blue light in an instant, and the momentum of the original low-grade spirit soldier suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes, and in the blink of an eye, it was comparable to Chu Xiuming's purple rhyme long knife.

"What?"

Seeing this scene, the eyes of all the monks in the audience were about to fall out.

"How is that possible!"

"What kind of spell is this? it can actually raise the grade of a magic weapon!"

"What the hell is this kid, he can't be a disciple of some great sect in the hidden world, right?"

"You are stupid, people say that you are a remnant of Nanyang!"

......

Chu Xiuming stared at the long knife in Luo Chen's hand, with a look of incredulity in his eyes, and then said with a cruel smile: "I found that it was a pity to kill you like this, such a spell should not be owned by you alone." ”

"Hmph! Greed is the original sin, and no one is exempt from it. ”

Luo Chen laughed out loud and flew up.

He couldn't afford to waste any more time.

"Tai Chi Thirteen Swords, Green Dragon Probe Claw!"

Luo Chen slashed out, and the cyan knife turned into a dragon shape and killed Chu Xiuming.

"I can't help myself!"

When Chu Xiuming saw Luo Chen's knife, he smiled disdainfully, and the purple rhyme knife in his hand shook slightly.

"Purple Qi is coming from the east!"

The majestic purple sword qi quickly condensed, and with one sword, the majestic sword qi smashed Luo Chen's green dragon sword qi like a broken bamboo.

Both of them were tentative.

"Interesting!"

Chu Xiuming chuckled: "I didn't expect it to be so powerful!"

"But, there's no time to waste!"

The momentum on his body rose again, and the purple rhyme in his hand buzzed.

Chu Xiuming raised his hand with a knife, and the purple-gold divine light suddenly shone, and the dazzling brilliance made people want to close their eyes.

Luo Chen couldn't help but squint.

It was at this moment that Chu Xiuming moved, quiet as a virgin, and moved like a rabbit.

By the time Luo Chen opened his eyes, Chu Xiuming had already arrived behind Luo Chen, and no one knew how he had passed.

"Die!"

Chu Xiuming carried a long knife with Ziyun, which was as powerful as the ancient sacred mountain coming to the top, and then slashed down.

This knife wants to tear the blue sky apart, and the sun and moon will be shattered.

"Phew!"

The sword was slashed, and the surrounding monks sighed one after another.

"The Chu Palace Master's knife is not simple, and it is also ranked first in the Southern Xinjiang Jindan Realm!"

"It's not easy for a monk who majored in formation to practice sword techniques like this. ”

It's dazzling!

Under this knife, Luo Chen rubbed his eyes.

"Tai Chi Thirteen Swords, Su Qin Back Sword!"

The ancient Chinese people on earth have always loved swords.

Legend has it that during the Warring States Period, when Su Qin lobbied the Six Kingdoms to fight against Qin, he used a long sword diagonally behind his back for self-defense.

The ancients carried swords, all with the hilt on the top and the tip of the sword facing down. However, when Su Qin carried the sword, it was the opposite, the hilt was down, the tip of the sword was facing up, and it was diagonally straddling his back.

I think that Su Qin single-handedly promoted the unity of the six countries in Shandong, so that Qiang Qin did not dare to send a letter to Guguan for fifteen years, and with the seal of the six countries, it was dominant, and this formula got its name.

Behind Luo Chen's back knife, his momentum suddenly skyrocketed.

Through his back, the monks around seemed to see a young man with a long sword on his back, entering and exiting the imperial court, ordering the princes and scolding Fang Xuan.

That not wide shoulder can bear the sun and moon of the green mountains, and it is very majestic.

Just when Chu Xiuming's knife qi was about to fall on his back, Luo Chen moved, he turned around and took out the knife, wrapped his right hand behind his back around his head, and slashed the knife obliquely from the top of his head. The speed is more than three times faster than that of a normal knife.

The sharp cyan sword qi slammed into the purple gold sword qi that was crushing down, directly strangling it.

"It's my turn!"

Breaking through the other party's knife, Luo Chen let out a long roar, and the whole person rose into the sky.

"Tai Chi Thirteen Swords, Sweeping the Clouds and the Moon!"

Luo Chen's sword was out at the moment when he flew away, from the bottom to the top, and the sword qi was raised.

The floating clouds have not seen the sky for thousands of years, and they have swayed the moon to the top of the sky.

"It's over!"

Luo Chen shouted violently, and the sword qi filled the sky, condensing into a round of blue and white bright moon in front of Chu Xiuming.

"What!"

Chu Xiuming was shocked, he didn't expect that the other party's scattered sword qi would actually condense again, and by the time he reacted, it was too late.

That round of blue and white Haoyue directly engulfed Chu Xiuming.

"Damn it!"

Chu Xiuming's angry scolding sounded in the bright moon.

Then a purple-gold glow lit up from it, dissipating it.

Chu Xiuming's figure appeared from it, dancing wildly with white hair, but it was obviously much shorter and much less.

His face was covered with fine blood marks, but his black robe was intact.

"Spirit-level armor?"

Luo Chen also saw the reality of the Dharma clothes.

"Good, good!"

Chu Xiuming's tone was very irritable, "Your attainments in sword technique are indeed not shallow, but don't forget that I am a first-class formation master!

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and nine array flags appeared in his hand.

Then with a wave of his hand, the nine array flags sank into the soil below Luo Chen.

"Start the formation, the Nine Dragons are trapped and killed!"

The nine golden dragons in front of Luo Chen slowly condensed.

"Sizzle~ It's actually the Nine Dragons Trapped Killing Array!"

"What's the matter, is this formation famous?"

"This is a spirit-level high-grade formation, and the Chu Palace Lord used this formation to kill three powerhouses in the late stage of Jindan in one go!"

"Hiss~ Can that kid carry it?"

"Disperse, that kid is hopeless!"

"Let's go, let's go!"

......

Luo Chen looked around, looked at the Nine Dao Divine Dragons, and sneered, "That's it?"