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At this moment, a path appeared in the originally dense thorn bushes behind him. Regardless of the thirty-seven twenty-one, Ning Caichen hurriedly rushed into the path and stumbled.

Behind him, the wolves who were supposed to be chasing after them all stopped. They whined twice through the thorn bushes, and turned to leave.

A blurred black shadow appeared in front of Ning Caichen in the distance.

It wasn't until I ran forward that I saw that this was a ruined temple.

Ning Caichen patted his chest, took a few breaths, stepped forward, stared at the stone tablet in front of the temple and said word by word: "Lan, Ruo, Temple!?" For some reason, he felt a little palpitation, like he had been to this place more than a thousand times.

As soon as he walked into the temple, Ning Caichen heard the sound of a ping-pong fight.

Two figures, like ghosts, shuttled between the temple towers.

The cold sword light slashed people's hairs, and the overflowing sword qi demolished the already rotten temple into a mess.

Suddenly, a figure suddenly disappeared into the monastery and disappeared. Then there was a flash of lightning, and a sword slashed at the shoulder of another figure.

The two figures landed, and the long swords pointed horizontally at each other, which happened to put Ning Caichen in the middle. His face and cheeks were facing the cold sword tips of the two figures. This made Ning Caichen so frightened that he didn't even dare to roll his eyes.

One of them was short and somewhat balding, but he had a large beard and looked very scruffy. If the ancient legend is here, he will definitely feel that time is a pig-killing knife. And the other one is much more powerful, tall, wearing gold armor, with majestic facial features, and he is a good man at first glance.

Only now, it was this majestic man who was injured, not a short beard.

At this moment, the bearded man spoke first.

"Brother Xiahou, I didn't expect you to be quite patient, you fought with me for seven years, and lost for seven years. ”

The majestic man Xiahou's face remained unchanged and said: "Yan Chixia didn't expect that you had avoided Lanruo Temple for half a month, but instead sharpened your sword sharper!"

Yan Chixia's thick eyebrows shrugged slightly, and then shouted: "No! It's just that you have wasted your youth, your ambition is too big, you don't seek to be motivated, for the sake of the world's number one swordsman's false name, the edge is too exposed, the intentions are not right, the shape of the move is uncertain, the fire is too big, and the move is weak, you still have a problem, the sword is fast and not accurate!"

A little shame and anger flashed on Xia Hou's face and said, "Yan Chixia, I'm here to compete with you, not to listen to your reasoning!

At this time, this long-deserted and dilapidated temple was once again visited.

The first to walk in was a young man in black clothes and black hair, the young man was holding the long sword at his waist tightly, his handsome and extraordinary face, his expression looked serious and solemn, although the clothes on his body were simple, but it could be seen that he was very elegant, and he was obviously from an extraordinary background.

Soon after, a girl in red walked in, the girl's face was peerless, the only pity was that the green silk that should have been full of hair, but it was snow-white, adding a bit of coldness, and a string of bells hung around her waist, flashing with purple brilliance. Walking like the wind, but this bell does not have any sound, maybe it is a dumbbell?

The girl and the young man glanced at each other, but they staggered, standing in a corner of the ruined temple, silent, but the atmosphere of the whole space became solemn.

Ning Caichen doesn't know martial arts, so he naturally can't feel it. Xiahou and Yan Chixia are both first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and they can keenly perceive the strength of these two.

Xia Hou, as the head catcher of the six gates of trust, had a vicious eye, and at a glance he saw through what the sword in the young man's hand was, and his expression became a little surprised.

"What the little brother is holding in his hand is the treasure of the Demon Palace, the Evil Sword of the Demon Palace?"

The young man replied coldly, "It's the evil spirit." ”

No one knows who forged it, and no one knows what it was made of, only that it has infinite destructive power and is the treasure of the Demon Palace. As long as he is holding the Evil Sword, even a young child can kill a martial arts master in the innate realm. And the young man in front of him at least has the cultivation of the Dharma realm.

Yan Chixia suddenly said: "Xiahou, as the head catcher of the six gates, your eyesight is so poor, it is really ridiculous." You only see that this little brother is the Evil Sword in his hand, but you don't see that what this little girl doll has on her waist is the mysterious and authentic Miao Tian Ling. As soon as the wonderful sound sounded, the demons were all awarded. The legend of this bell is that the Miaoyin Fairy collected the elite of the nine heavens, and refined it with the heavenly fire to burn out the nine library collections, which naturally has infinite righteousness, and its bell is only heard by demons and monsters and people with evil intentions, and it is directly pressed to the soul. ”

"It's weird! In such a poor and remote place, even birds don't come to, why did the saint of Xuanxin and the young head of the Demon Palace come here?"

Yan Chixia asked strangely, and her expression was full of defensiveness.

The young head of the Demon Palace spoke again, he looked directly at Yan Chixia and said, "Everyone in the world thinks that the evil is the number one divine sword in the world, but I know that there is at least one sword in this world, and it should never be weaker than it. So today I'm here to see this sword. I want to make the Sword of Evil the number one sword in the world. ”

Yan Chixia's gaze had completely changed, full of seriousness and seriousness: "How do you know?"

Without the young man answering, he replied himself: "It seems that the Holy Lord expected it to be good, in the palace and the court, I am afraid that there are already people in your Demon Palace." Not only that, but also with a lot of power. The power is so great that you can directly enter the Great Inner Treasury without the need for the Holy Authority's approval. Otherwise, this sword was quietly taken out of the Ouchi Treasury by the Holy Lord himself and handed to me, and no one would find it for at least a year and a half. ”

"Stop talking nonsense!Pull out that sword!Otherwise, you'll only die!"

A black rainbow light flashed from the young man's waist, and the next moment it turned into a destructive sword qi and rushed towards Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia's feet moved, and she used the nine-turn mountain and river footwork in the "Freedom Sutra", and her body twisted dangerously to avoid this sword.

Touching her beard, Yan Chixia felt that cold sweat broke out in her vest.

"What a fierce boy. Who taught you this swordsmanship? As soon as you make a move, it's a killing move, and there is no room for it at all. Yan Chixia asked.

The young man said: "The thirteen swords that kill you are originally deadly, and you have escaped this sword by luck, but if you don't draw the sword again, you will definitely not be able to escape the next sword." ”

Before the voice fell, behind the place where Yan Chixia was standing before, a dilapidated attic collapsed, and those walking corpses who were originally hiding in the attic to peep at everyone were directly turned into powder under the sword aura of destruction, and there was no trace of existence anymore.

Yan Chixia didn't look back, but took out a bronze sword tightly wrapped in cotton cloth on her back, held it tightly in her hand, and looked at the young man with a firm gaze.

Xiahou looked at the sword in Yan Chixia's hand and exclaimed, "Xuanyuan Sword!"

(To be continued.) )