"Bang, bang, bang!" Wen Chen threw three punches in a row, and Chu Dingtian took dozens of steps back from these three punches.

Chu Dingtian spurted out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, there was no anger in his eyes, all horror.

The woman who had spoken to Wen Chen before, a trace of murderous intent flashed in her eyes when she looked at Wen Chen.

In their sect, this kid's four fists will be defeated by Chu Dingtian, who will compete in the future, where is the face of their sect?

"Boy, you are too rampant, let me teach you a lesson!" The woman scolded, instantly drew her sword, she took a leap, and the sword stabbed towards Wenchen like a dragon.

The Five Realms of Kendo?

Wen Chen's face sank, he stepped out, his fists clenched, his eyes were like angry eyes, and in an instant, the fist intent of his whole body emanated, and the intensity of his fist intent made the air around him seem to become solidified.

Qi Xidu was dumbfounded, Wen Boss is obviously the Four Realms of Martial Dao, the fist intent of this body, this momentum, even the Seven Realms of Martial Dao may not be able to do it.

When the woman's sword stabbed at Wen Chen's eyebrows, the sword in her hand suddenly stopped, as if she had encountered some obstacle, and she couldn't stab forward half an inch at all.

The woman's face instantly pale, because she saw that Wen Chen's punch had been handed out, directly smashing into her abdomen.

The sword cultivation of the Five Realms was not an embroidered vase, she instantly turned the blade of the sword, and slashed towards Wen Chen's fist with a sword.

Wen Chen was fierce, but he didn't dare to really fight a monk of the Five Realms of the Sword Dao.

Wen Chen instantly retracted his fists, took a few steps back, and kept a certain distance from the woman.

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, looked at Wen Chen for a long time, and said, "Boy, why don't you use a sword?"

Her eyes were contemptuous, and the woman knew that this kid's boxing skills were a bit powerful, but not necessarily kendo.

Wen Chen also looked at the woman and asked, "Do you really want to divide the winner?"

The woman replied, "If you win, you won't have to sign up, and you can stay in my cloud dragon plate." ”

Everyone looked at the woman, and then at Wen Chen, with a look of envy, jealousy and hatred.

"Good!"

"Take the sword!" The woman didn't give Wen Chen a chance to find the sword at all, she held the long sword in her hand and quickly stabbed Wen Chen again.

"Here comes the sword!" he shouted.

"Whoosh!" a pitch-black sword burst through the wind from below the mountain like a dragon.

As soon as Wen Chen grasped the long sword, he swung out a sword, and the sword qi in his body instantly became agitated, and it felt like a mountain rain was coming.

But Wen Chen always felt as if there was something in the middle, and the sword qi in his body always couldn't be emitted in the end.

But as Wen Chen's sword use increased, his swordsmanship was not very exquisite, but every move was calm.

The two of them faced each other with more than a dozen swords, and Wen Chen could only try his best to defend.

On the other hand, the woman's swordsmanship, every move is a style, and the swordsmanship is tricky.

It was already good that the Three Realms of Kendo could block her attack, but she didn't plan to let this kid go easily.

Wen Chen's every block seemed to be doing his best, and he was a little in a hurry, but in fact, he secretly remembered this woman's routine of making a sword with every move.

The woman has already drawn her sword fifty times, and she is a little impatient, so she will not only lose face if she consumes it like this, but it is also easy for this kid to take advantage of the loophole.

There was a hint of ruthlessness on her face, and with a flick of her wrist, she used a move, "Return to the sect with a sword!"

I saw countless afterimages of the sword in the woman's hand, and the speed of the swordsmanship was dazzling.

It is inherently unfair for one of the five realms of kendo to fight against one of the three realms of kendo.

But here, there is no fairness at all, after all, this move of "returning to the sect with a sword" will either die or be crippled.

Wen Chen's face is as heavy as frost, all the Jianghu sects are strong and weak, who has a hard fist, who is strong is the truth, and it is the rule.

He can't compare to Ye Nianjun, she can realize her own sword path with a sword, and she can't compare to Feng Ling, she has a sword intent since she was a child, although she enters the realm very slowly, but her sword path foundation is huge, I'm afraid no one in the world can beat it.

What do I have to smell the dust? A body that is struggling to breathe? A grand ambition that has not been rewarded? A feud between the rivers and lakes?

No!

I only have a sword when I smell the dust!

In an instant, his eyes lit up, and a white robe swayed gently in the sword qi with the sword intent emanating from his body.

Everyone was stunned.

The young man stood with a sword, but for a moment, he seemed to have changed into a person, with a vigorous sword aura and a righteous face.

The surrounding air seemed to be evacuated in an instant, and the powerful sword aura made everyone feel terrified.

"Broken ............ It's broken, this kid is going to break it!" one of them exclaimed.

The woman had already slashed with a sword, and the sharpness of the sword technique tore the air open.

Behind Wen Chen's hand, the sword in his hand swept out, and countless sword qi stabbed towards the woman like a flood beast.

In the four realms of swordsmanship, his strength after breaking the mirror is like mountains and rivers, and it is terrifying!

The woman blocked Wen Chen's sword and swung out most of the sword qi, but the clothes on her body were torn a few times.

"I've lost!" the woman retracted her sword, her eyes full of awe.

This time, no one dared to make noise again, because this teenager was their real opponent in the ring, and no one dared to take it lightly.

Qi Xidu saw the surging blood, and he almost ran over to hug Wenchen's thigh.

"It's so fucking handsome!" Qi Xidu ran to Wen Chen's side, looking at those who were watching the excitement, his nose was about to rise to the sky.

"Dare to ask what the son is called?" the woman respectfully clenched her fists and asked Wen Chen.

"Wen Chen!" Wen Chen also saluted with his fists, and his face was not shocked.

Hearing the word Wenchen, the girl's face turned pale for a moment, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

She wasn't afraid of Wen Chen, some time ago there was news that the disciple of the Great Elder of the Qianwu Sect was beaten to death by a martial artist named Wen Chen.

The Great Elder of the Qianwu Sect, who was called "difficult to haunt" by the rivers and lakes, wanted to find Wen Chen for revenge, who would have thought that the disciple of Ouyang Xia of Jianchi Mountain, Ye Nianjun, who was known as the genius of the sword, killed all the disciples of the Great Elder of the Qianwu Sect.

She also let out a word, those who dare to be enemies with her son-in-law will be punished even if they are far away!

As a disciple of the first sect in the world, the master of Jianchi Mountain, a genius who realized the way of the sword with a sword, the daughter of the Ye family of the king of Xiliang, such a person who is admired regardless of background and strength, she is willing to call this young man named Wenchen the son of her family.

"Wen Gongzi, I have offended a lot before, and I hope that Wen Gongzi Haihan!" the woman quickly apologized.

When everyone heard that he was the legendary Wenchen, their faces were cloudy.

Wen Chen could see the fear that the woman showed after knowing his name, although he was suspicious in his heart, he didn't ask too much.

Wen Chen and the others were arranged by Yun Longpan's disciples to live in the sect.

You must know that those who can live in the sect have identity and strength.

Wen Chen just wanted to maintain the top ten positions in the competition, and when he came to the Zongmen Competition, he saw Situ Yun and begged her to save the souls of Ma Erpang and Liu Cripple from the soul lock lamp.

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On the official road of the Xuanwu Gate of the Fengdu Dynasty, a person and a horse galloped over.

The guards at the gate saw the people coming from a distance and shouted loudly, "Open the door!"

The girl on horseback wore a tiger helmet and silver armor, which was covered with dried dark red blood scabs.

The girl galloped and whipped in the direction of the palace.

On the way into the palace, a slender man wearing a blue python robe and white hair stood in the middle of the road, with anxiety in his eyes, until he saw the man riding over, and his heart was relieved.

"Old minister, see Her Royal Highness the Princess!" he bowed down and saluted respectfully.

"Grandpa Huang, how is my father?" Feng Ling asked as he walked.

The old slave Huang Gonggong's face was embarrassed, and his originally pale face was now about to wrinkle into a bitter gourd.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, no matter what Your Majesty says about you this time, you must hold back your temper!" Huang Gonggong cautioned.