Wanzhang Chang is the sword of the sword immortal Wanqi, Li Fuyao has been getting this sword for a long time, but Wanzhang Chang is not close to her. And he didn't force anything. Although he has learned the method of Sword Immortal, their sword path is different.

Wan Zhangchang is reluctant to do anything pseudo-natal sword, and the sword also has the pride of the sword. So until now, he has not appeared in Li Fuyao's hands once.

Until now.

Wan Zhangchang swept out of the sword box and landed in the wind and snow, and landed in front of the sword monarch.

There is no doubt that Wan Zhang is longing. Desire to reappear in someone's hands.

The Sword Monarch is the master it chooses by itself, as a sword immortal before the ages, the value of the sword path to cultivation is slightly inferior to the Xin Tomb of the year, and compared to ten thousand feet, it is not easy to say the difference between high and low.

Li Fuyao looked at this silently, Jian Jun said before that he borrowed the sword, and the sword came, but it was not his own will, but the will of the sword, and Li Fuyao was not good at doing anything.

Wanzhang grew in the wind and snow, and the sky was a talisman, Chen Sheng was behind the talisman, looking at this small garden city, and there was no movement for the time being, but everyone knew that since Chen Sheng appeared here, it was impossible to just take a look.

A big war can't be avoided.

But the thing to worry about is still the Sword King.

If there is really a big battle, whether the Sword Monarch who is now trapped by the iron chain can still exert the power of the Canghai Sword Immortal, if there is no Canghai realm, facing Chen Sheng, I am afraid that there is no chance of winning.

Jian Jun looked at Li Fuyao. The expression was indifferent.

"Since this sword was chosen by myself to go into the hands of the Sword Monarch's predecessors, no one can stop it. ”

The Sword Monarch was silent.

He looked at the talisman in the sky.

There was no killing intent between heaven and earth for the time being, but the power of that talisman had slowly come towards Xiaoyuan City, and it was obvious that the Dao Sect Saint was going to target the Sword Monarch.

The Sword Monarch has been trapped for thousands of years. Isolated from the world at the bottom of the river. I'm afraid that I don't know what the current situation is, I don't know that the swordsman has withered six thousand years ago, and I don't know that the three sects are now dominating the mountains and rivers. But the Sword Monarch didn't care about any of that. Freedom or immortality. It's not as happy as coming out of the sword.

"I haven't shot a sword in thousands of years. ”

The Sword Monarch's voice was full of loneliness, and of course, nostalgia, whether it was the sword intent that filled the sky before. Or the snowstorm sword that day after, it was not a real sword. is not facing a real enemy, and only now, Chen Sheng is in the sky,

This is his opponent.

Before the words fell, the Sword Monarch had already held Wanzhang Chang. The sound of swords began to be heard endlessly, and the sky full of sword intent mixed with wind and snow fell into Xiaoyuan City.

Chen Sheng's golden light was blocked by the sword intent, and he could no longer advance a single bit.

That huge talisman can only hover in the sky.

The wind and snow were blowing, and the Sword Monarch stood in the wind and snow with a long hand, with his own bearing, his momentum was constantly rising, and in a moment, it seemed to have crossed the sea and became extremely vast.

The two chains became unusually quiet at this time.

It seems that even they choose to be silent at this time, not to block anything, not to disturb anything.

Not surprisingly, Li Fuyao was about to see another sword immortal draw a sword.

Chen Sheng was walking in the clouds, the talisman was not far in front of him, and according to his realm cultivation, he could naturally see the two iron chains behind the Sword Monarch, knowing that although this man had a high realm, he was trapped by something.

This Daomen saint has a profound Taoism and will not retreat easily.

He beckoned slightly, and golden light fell one after another between heaven and earth, as if it had rained heavily, which was particularly dazzling in the dark night.

Those golden lights slowly sprinkled down, allowing ordinary people to see, that is a rare wonder in ancient times.

Even when Emperor Yanling made the monks on the mountain public, there were still many ordinary people who were afraid.

The golden light fell, and soon it covered the wind and snow. The smell of these avenues. It seems to be much more powerful than the original fierce sword intent of Xiaoyuan City.

But soon a sword light pierced the sky.

The snow-white sword light was just like the snow-white snowflakes before, but this sword light was terrifyingly white.

I don't know when the Sword Monarch who has retreated to the surface of the river is carrying a thousand zhang long, looking at the sky indifferently and speaking, "When I was in the world, no one dared to bully me, you were the first." ”

The voice was extremely cold. This contains the anger of the Sword Monarch. He was such an invincible sword immortal back then. Now he is going to be bullied.

Chen Sheng's voice came from afar, "Since you have fallen into the sea, you have to accept your fate." ”

There was no emotion in the voice.

It's annoying to listen to.

Chen Sheng was talking, but Jian Jun didn't speak. He glanced up at the sky, and the snow in the sky stopped, but the snowflakes fell to the ground but did not melt.

Countless snowflakes hover

Skyrim, and then a lot of special patterns were formed, as if a child who was not yet sensible was drawing random pictures.

Sword intent permeated the heavens and the earth.

The Sword Monarch carried a thousand zhang long, and one after another sword light crossed the sky, staying in the flying snow, flashing with snow-white light.

The golden light scattered in the air was isolated by these sword lights, and then one after another the sword light passed through the flying snow, gradually condensing into countless fierce sword intents, pointing at the talisman from afar.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

This silence did not last long, because soon the sword light fell on the golden light, and only a moment after the two met, countless qi machines were scattered, and no one saw the sword.

But whether it was Li Fuyao, the drunken old sword cultivator, or Chen Sheng, they all knew that the sword monarch was out of the sword.

The majestic sword intent suddenly emerged.

It can be seen from afar that in the dark night, the sword is angry and the bullfight is angry.

"You are not the sea, how can you defeat me?"

Chen Sheng on the clouds spoke indifferently.

This Daomen saint has been in the clouds for many years. The realm is profound, and the Taoism is mysterious. Even among the monks of the sea. It is also an extremely difficult character to provoke. Over the years, except for the losses he suffered under Chao Qingqiu, he was almost undefeated, and he had great confidence in the face of the Sword Monarch who was trapped here. I don't think I'm going to die here tonight.

There are so many swordsmen in the world, but how many people are there in Chao Qingqiu? There is only one person, even if this sword monarch used to be a Canghai Sword Immortal, but at this moment, he does not have the Canghai realm, for Chen Sheng, he is not afraid.

The talisman pressed down, before the golden light shattered. pressed on top of the snowflakes.

This talisman was like a big net, enveloping the countless sword intents between heaven and earth, making it struggle but not to get out.

In fact, Chen Sheng was not wrong, no matter what kind of realm the Sword Monarch was back then and how high his prestige was, but now he is indeed not a real Canghai Sword Immortal, and it is indeed very difficult to face him.

The Sword Monarch wanted to know about it himself, but his pride as a Sword Immortal made him unable to say anything else.

The sword qi between heaven and earth was suddenly condensed into one.

Sword Monarch's white hair moved with the wind, and his momentum was still rising.

At the same time as the golden net was pressed down, the snowflakes between heaven and earth turned into countless swords, stabbing towards the golden light.

PS: It's a bit difficult to write, so let's start this chapter today.