Maybe it was because it brought up an unbearable scene in his mind, even though he had narrowly won with one move at this time, Chen Xikang's face still did not show joy because he had won the young sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

When the ink sword calmed down, all the visions that appeared before also disappeared, and because of his efforts, the ten powers of the Heavenly Sword that were out of control at this time did not have the same brilliance as before, and they all fell to the ground at this moment, scattered around Zhao Kexuan.

When blood spilled from one wound after another, Chen Xikang's eyes only had reminiscences, recalling the scene he had seen that year.

In front of Chen Xikang, Zhao Kexuan, who was standing in a stiff posture, was also recalling, but what he recalled was the sword just now.

In the cave that quieted down in an instant, except for the faint sword qi overflowing from the brand-new sword marks, only the breathing of the two could be heard.

"It's a pity, the world could have had one more immortal, but the prince is the order of the court. ”

After a long time, Zhao Kexuan spoke lightly, but because his cultivation had fully recovered to condensation at this time, the aura that was still weak just now suddenly became full, but Chen Xikang's breath was still vain.

Jian Yi, into a dream asked the immortal immortal longevity road. Therefore, Chen Xikang's heart is to the immortals, but when it comes to the fifth sword, it is a sword that breaks the immortal, which inevitably makes people a little embarrassed. Especially after the competition, Zhao Kexuan at this time knows Chen Xikang's amazement very well!

Hearing Zhao Kexuan's words, Chen Xikang withdrew from his reminiscences, but still did not speak, and after thinking for a while, he stopped his gaze on the ink sword in his hand.

Under the fierceness of the last sword of the young sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, it actually left a crack on the ink sword!

When he was frightened by the sword used by Zhao Kexuan's seventh power dream, he remembered the changes in the ink sword before, and Chen Xikang also had doubts in his heart.

"Lord Wang, can you show me the sword in your hand?"

When Chen Xikang was in doubt, Zhao Kexuan, who had already put away the ten potentials of the Heavenly Sword, had already gone to him.

Zhao Kexuan also had doubts about the ink sword, but unlike Chen Xikang's cluelessness, Zhao Kexuan, who had been dealing with swords since childhood, had some guesses in his heart.

In ancient times, war was full of every inch of land, between tribes and tribes, and between different clans often broke out because of resources, and then the emergence of the family and country, in order to win the war, people not only studied a lot of knowledge of the art of war, but also forged a lot of sharp weapons, and swords, guns, swords, halberds are forged from beginning to end to the end of the killing weapon!

Of all the weapons, knives and swords are the sharpest of them, especially swords, which are both sharp on the left and right, and the tip is as sharp as a needle's point, except for the handle, which is a sharp weapon that can hurt people, so people have made sheaths for swords.

And for some swords that are too sharp, skilled craftsmen will "seal" them.

After knowing that the person in front of him didn't know much more about the sword than himself, Chen Xikang did not hesitate, and reached out and handed out the wide ink sword in his hand.

After losing the infusion of true qi, the ink sword returned to a weight of dozens of catties.

Feeling the heavy wide ink sword in his hand, Zhao Kexuan strengthened the guess in his heart.

The broad palm holding the ink sword suddenly forced, and a crisp and loud click suddenly sounded, and then reverberated in the cave, and with the click, all the iron pieces on the ink-colored sword fell, like blood red, and the straight and transparent long sword appeared in Zhao Kexuan's hand.

The blood-colored sword is very charming, but it is also extremely exquisite, reflecting a red luster under the light of the moonlight, although there is a warm breath overflowing on the sword body, but the sharpness that is naturally exposed is even more terrifying!

Just looking at it, the red long sword gives people a feeling of extreme danger, but the bewitching and exquisite sword body always makes people want to reach out and touch it and take it for themselves.

"Lord Wang, take the liberty of asking, where did you get this sword from?" After comparing the sword in his hand with a peerless sword that had disappeared for decades, Zhao Kexuan was surprised.

Although he possessed the Ten Powers of the Heavenly Sword, coupled with the identity of the Young Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Zhao Hanqing had seen many peerless famous swords, but when he saw and felt such an amazing sword in front of him in person, his heart still made waves.

Even though they all have the title of peerless famous swords, these swords are also divided into three, six, nine and so on.

"Don't hide it from the young sect master, this sword was obtained from my father's collection. ”

Chen Xikang, who had also guessed the name of the blood-colored sword in front of him, also said a little distractedly, he didn't expect that the sword he asked Huang Huai to look for everywhere was actually in his hand!

Yang Ji is the name of the blood-colored long sword in Zhao Kexuan's hand.

"No wonder, since I got it from the founding prince, it makes sense, after all, it was the founding army that broke through the pre-Qin palace back then. But I didn't expect that the Yang Ji Sword, which had disappeared for so many years, would be sealed. ”

Zhao Kexuan sighed again, who the Yang Ji Sword came from is already a mystery, but the amazing thing about the Yang Ji Sword is that no one can make a two!

However, judging from the expression of the prince of the western region, Zhao Kexuan, who understood that he didn't know that the sword in his hand was Yang Ji, was also a little curious, and the iron that was covered on Yang Ji's sword just now was obviously deliberate, intending to seal Yang Ji.

In fact, the reason why Yang Ji was sealed was only because her sword was as red and bright as blood, and was regarded as ominous by Emperor Qin back then, so it was sealed with iron.

also didn't know anything about the Yang Ji Sword being sealed, but at this time, Chen Xikang didn't bother to care about this, took the sword in Zhao Kexuan's hand, and felt the warm familiarity again, his eyes were just enjoyment, obsession and amazement!

I have seen countless accounts of the Yang Ji Sword in ancient books, so Chen Xikang has always had thoughts about the Yang Ji Sword, and when the Qingguang Sage asked him to find the sword and dissipate his qi, he immediately thought of Yang Ji, but for Yang Ji, he didn't expect that he would step through the iron shoes and have nowhere to find it, and it took no effort to get it.

Looking at the pampering in the eyes of the prince of the western region looking at Yang Jijian, a smile of emotion appeared on Zhao Kexuan's face again.

In this world, there are definitely not many people who can be worthy of Yang Ji's sword, and at this time, the appearance of the prince of the western region holding Yang Ji is very suitable!

"The so-called beauty wears gold and jade, stunning people before and after. Wang Ye and Yang Ji, that's probably the case. ”

"Defeated by the prince's sword tonight, Zhao will find the prince again one day. ”

"I'll be sure to show you the dancing of Yohime then. ”

After seeing Chen Xikang's swaying sword, and seeing the Yang Ji sword that had disappeared for decades, after the ups and downs, Zhao Kexuan, who finally calmed down, said that he had left, and when Chen Xikang finished speaking in the same calm voice, his person had disappeared.

"How?"

Seeing the person who returned to him again after a long time, but the clothes on his body were torn a lot, and there were countless bloodstains, Zhang Yan asked with a natural expression.

"Defeated by a sword. ”

"Zhang Daochang is not surprised by this result at all, has he already seen the power of the prince of the Western Regions?"

Seeing that his expression still did not change in the slightest after he said the result, Zhao Kexuan was puzzled again, but the answer he got made him sigh again.

"Master Zhao doesn't know, my third senior brother has already fought with the master once when he first went up the mountain, although he was beaten by the master for a day and a night and it was difficult to get out of bed, but he fought with the master for a day and a night. My hot-tempered master didn't spare his hand, except for reducing his cultivation to the third grade of perfection. ”

Zhang Yan said that Chen Xikang had fought with Tongtian Daoist before, and at that time, Chen Xikang was only a three-grade perfect cultivator.

"Lang Yan is unique, is there no other in the world? When he was surprised again, Zhao Kexuan sighed, and after seeing Zhang Yan, he said hello and walked straight down the mountain.

"It's late at night, why don't you leave tomorrow?"

"Chang Yankun and He Shutong of Changbai Mountain haven't left yet, I don't want the rivers and lakes to be even more stormy after tonight. Zhao Kexuan said, the person had disappeared into the darkness.

The young sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect has already obtained the Ten Potentials of the Heavenly Sword at a young age, and his cultivation is terrifying, and his attainments in the way of the sword are even more ancient, although he doesn't care about his reputation, but he knows that if tonight's events are transmitted to the rivers and lakes, not only on the rivers and lakes, but also in the Daming Palace in Chang'an, there will be people who come for Chen Xikang.

When everything was over, the night finally became normal, and when Chen Xikang dragged his tired body and bloody body back to the house, Lao Jin and Ying Zheng sat quietly in the room and waited.

Seeing the injuries on his own prince's body, Lao Jin just sighed, and Ying, who also got up and came to his side, was a little overwhelmed.

"Lord Wang, have you won?"

"When have you ever seen me lose?"

Although it was the truth, Lao Jin still pouted when he heard this.

"I'm going to change my clothes, and if anyone comes, I won't see them, especially Yaoyue. ”

After making such a big move before, I was a little afraid that my special junior sister came to the door, Chen Xikang told Lao Jin.

"Shadow, don't look at it, it's okay. After seeing the overwhelmed look in Ying's eyes, Chen Xikang gently comforted him and disappeared into the back room.

But you can come whatever you want, or Chen Xikang, who knows Changyan Yaoyue, knows in his heart that this kind of thing will happen.

When Chen Xikang changed out of his broken clothes that were wet with blood and treated the deeper wounds with his own medicine, Changyan Yaoyue's voice came from outside the house.

"Chen Xikang, open the door! If you don't open the door again, I'll use force!"

Changyan Yaoyue's loud voice came in through the door, and at this time, the old Jin Zheng, who had been specially admonished, was holding the door deadly.

Feeling the huge force behind the door, Lao Jin at this time only wondered, the prince's junior sister was obviously a small jade, a typical gentle daughter of Jiangnan, how could she have so much strength!

However, when Lao Jin was sighing in his heart, he felt the sudden appearance outside the house, and secretly shouted in his heart that the prince's junior sister was really that very special kind, and hurriedly dodged away from the door!

As soon as Lao Jin dodged away, the cyan sword light slashed, and then the two doors were torn apart and shattered.

"Chen Xikang, are you dead!"

As soon as she entered the house, Chang Yan Yaoyue went straight to the inner room, carrying willow eyebrows in her hands, and her angry appearance was a little scary, while Chang Yan Kun, who came with her, looked helpless at the same time, she looked at Lao Jin with a smile.

Running all the way to the inner room, after seeing the blood-stained clothes on the ground, the nose of the person who was angry at the last moment was sore, and after he threw himself into Chen Xikang's arms, tears fell like rain.

Faced with this sudden scene, Chen Xikang, who didn't know why, didn't know anything except to comfort the person who was crying sadly.