"Elders, how is it good?" Kong Li's face turned pale, his body trembled, and he looked helplessly at Elder Yiying of Confucianism.

Mo Lao shook his head helplessly, but still comforted him: "Sect Master doesn't need to panic, even if Xiao Chen wins one game, we still have two chances." ”

"Let the Great Elder come out, you will definitely win"

"But, what if you lose?" After listening to Mo Lao's words, Kong Li was not as optimistic as he imagined, but looked melancholy.

"Uh...... If we are defeated, let's go and ask our ancestors......!"

"Yes, I almost forgot, we still have ancestors!" Kong Li's face turned cloudy to clear, thinking to himself which supreme sect has no ancestors, Xiao Chen, you are too delusional, hum......

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"Sect Master, why don't you let me fight this battle!" Xie asked for instructions, "Well, it's okay, you must be careful, if it's not three battles and two wins, we can only fight one battle each, but I'm going to make a shot myself......"

"In short, you must be careful, it doesn't hurt if you lose, your own safety comes first. Xiao Chen patted Xie Wen's shoulder with a serious expression.

"Sect Master, don't worry, thank you for asking the province. ”

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"You are the Emperor of the People's Sect Xie asked, the subordinate of Xiao Chen, who is not self-sufficient?" An old man dressed in a scribe's uniform, holding a pen in one hand and a document in the other, is a master alive, but his words are extremely arrogant.

Xie Wen's face turned cold, and he said sarcastically: "Who are you? Could it be that you are the grandson of the sick fish Kong Carp?"

When the onlookers heard this, they all laughed, could there be anything funnier than this?

"You...... Okay, if I don't cut off your dog's head today, I won't call Wang Jin."

A scribe's pen suddenly changed to a width of two zhang and a length of six zhang, and smashed towards Xie Wen.

Xie Wen's eyes shrank, if this was smashed, his brain would be ruptured, and he would definitely not be able to escape from the residual blood. What a vicious mind.

It's just that things change too quickly, and the scribe's pen, though huge, is extremely fast. Xie asked for the trick, spit it out in his mouth, and his mana went to sixty percent.

The huge scribe's pen smashed on Xie Wen's body, and it slammed like hitting Hong Zhong Dalu.

"Damn, what kind of demon method is this?" Wang Jin looked incredulous, "Hmph! Xie Wen snorted coldly, and with the momentum of the scribe's pen, he quickly stepped back.

"Refining to the second level of candle dragon breath, burning sixty percent of mana, increasing five times qi and blood, ** defense, maintaining seven breaths of time. ”

Xie Wen waved his hands, and the four killing swords suddenly fell to four directions, and a murderous sword figure spun up.

Wang Jin was taken aback, the space in front of him was flickering, and the sword qi was horizontal, but he didn't know what kind of murderous intent was hidden.

"Just by breaking the formation, you want to trap me to death, it's just a fool's dream. Wang Jin held the paperwork, and the scribe pen in his left hand quickly wrote and drew on it, and an earthy yellow light mask fell.

Seeing this, Xie Wen pinched his fingers, and with four killing swords, he stabbed towards Wang Jin quickly.

Seeing this, Wang Jin sneered to himself, not hiding or dodging. The four killing swords collided upward, but they only drew a series of sparks on the light mask, and did not hurt Wang Jin's hair at all.

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Outside the formation, Xiao Chen and the others were all shocked. Xue Yan frowned: "It's such a strong defense, does Brother Xiao know what kind of magic weapon it is?"

"Legend has it that only Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the earth immortals, is in charge of the Book of the Ground, which has unparalleled defenses, but that kind of treasure is absolutely impossible for Wang Jin, a stinky shrimp, to have. ”

"Could it be a magic weapon made by imitating the Book from the Ground?" Feng Ziyin speculated, "There is this possibility, but I believe that Xie Wen has a way to deal with it, his killing sword is extremely fast, as long as he can use which sword should be no problem......" Xiao Chen frowned and said uncertainly.

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Xie Wen kept envoying four killing swords, strangling Wang Jin back and forth, but without exception, they were all blocked by the thick earthy yellow light shield.

Wang Jin looked at Xie Wen's movements with disdain, and the scribe pen in his hand swiped at the void, a point, three thousand gold characters, and the reflected void shone brightly.

With intuition, Wang Jin used a scribe's pen to shoot three thousand gold characters, and the three thousand gold characters flew due south.

Xie Wen, who was hidden in the void, was surprised, this Wang Jin was really not simple, he was in the middle of the array, and all he saw was the boundless starry sky, and he could intuitively find my location.

Shaking his hand, he stabbed out one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine swords, and every point of the sword tip was exactly two golden words. In just an instant, there were bursts of Jin Ge fighting.

Seeing the three thousand gold characters being swept to pieces, Wang Jin's face remained unchanged, and with a pinch, the tip of the scribe's pen suddenly exploded, and tens of thousands of white mangs melted into the void.

Xie Wen's heart jumped, and he looked at the countless white rays that melted into the void, and felt quite piercing. This Zhuxian Sword Array not only failed to trap Wang Jin, but instead allowed him to wander around and turn disadvantages into advantages.

Suddenly feeling a chill on his forehead, Xie asked the three corpse gods to jump violently, pinched a little, and a fairy sword spun quickly on his forehead, only for a moment, a dense jingle sounded.

Xie Wen broke out in a cold sweat, if he was a little late, he would definitely die. But looking at the fairy sword, staring at the dense white hair, it was shining with a terrible light.

With a shake of his hand, he shook off the white hair on the sword, and Xie Wen was in good spirits. When Xiao Chen took out the immortal weapon from the ninth world of the Bagua Linglong Demon Refining Tower. Let everyone choose one each, Xie asked Xi Jian, and chose this one.

This fairy sword, named Leng Yue, Xie asked and said that the sword did not leave his hand, but he found that this fairy sword had the ability to conceal the aura, and this sword was the sword of assassination.

Wang Jin watched Xie Wen resolve his killing move dangerously, and his brows were furrowed, the two of them fought here, and they were already facing each other in life and death, at this moment, it was not only cultivation, not only supernatural powers, not only magic weapons, but flaws in that line.

It's a pity that both of them are top monks who are directly sharp to the extreme, and they can't show the slightest flaw in themselves.

Xie Wen slowly disappeared into the starry sky, controlling the aura around him without revealing anything. Wang Jin cautiously went back and forth in the formation, so he didn't believe that such a cunning person would always be so passive.

A killing sword, like a round of moonlight, gently cuts through the void, like one in the starlight, it is precisely because it is dazzling to the extreme that it is ignored.

Wang Jin didn't have a flaw, but Xie Wen didn't want to consume it anymore, and he was even weaker in terms of cultivation.

Compared with supernatural powers, he specializes in swordsmanship, and he is definitely not as good as Wang Jin. Than the magic weapon, Wang Jin's scribe pen, paperwork, one main attack, two main defense, and he only has a strong attack, but defense is his weakness.

This sword was the pinnacle of the assassination sword, and when a dot flashed in Wang Jin's eyes, he only had time to add triple mana to the light mask.

A piercing grinding sound resounded in everyone's ears. The tip of a fairy sword. Hit the light mask hard, and kept stabbing a point, only for a moment, the light mask shattered, and the killing sword quickly slashed over, Wang Jin touched the blood marks on his cheeks that could be seen in the bones, and the fierce color in his eyes continued to loom, as a great elder of Confucianism, he had not been so embarrassed for thousands of years.

"Dare to hurt me, suffer death!" Wang Jin looked crazy, and the scribe's pen kept sketching on the paperwork. In the blink of an eye, the white paper that had been sketched by the scribe's pen suddenly changed to a gold sheet with countless incantations engraved on it.

"Write the Spring and Autumn Period with one stroke, and everything can be rested!" Wang Jin roared, and the last stroke fell, and the entire text was already golden and bright, and the murderous aura on it was no less than the incomplete Zhuxian Sword Array.

Xie Wen's eyes froze, and he couldn't figure out Wang Jin's magical power.

Suddenly, the golden book was spread out, and the pages of gold were divided, and they pressed towards Xie Wen frantically.

Before he arrived, Xie Wen felt that every piece of golden book was engraved with the laws of heaven, and he couldn't breathe.

Xiao Chen and the others outside the formation were shocked, they didn't expect the competition in the second level to be so dangerous. Different from Xiao Chen and others, Kong Li's party looked smug and seemed to win.

Xiao Chen glanced at Kong Li coldly, with a thick murderous intent in his eyes. Kong Li was taken aback, but he forced himself to calm down and said: "Xiao Chen, what are you going to do, there are three battles and two victories, but there are colleagues in the world to witness it!"

"Hmph!" Xiao Chen shook off his robe, and said in his heart, Wen Dou can't take you, I will fight, and directly kill the army of millions of demon clans, in this world, only power is true.

Xie Wen kept dancing Leng Yue, and the mysterious trajectory in a circle was worthy of resisting the suppression of the golden book. It was just a moment, Xie Wen's hand became slower and slower, and the golden book accumulated more and more.

"Spring and Autumn!" Wang Jin shouted, the scribe's pen was under the starry sky, a simple stroke, a stroke of a stroke, the word Spring and Autumn, seemed to tear the void, becoming as real as the world.

"Ah.........h Xie Wen's eyes were gloomy, "Yes, the feeling of death ........."

"No, Senior Brother Xie!" Jiuying drank, brotherly love, said to get along, vividly, sound and appearance, if in front of you.

Xiao Chen's eyes were even more spewing fire, and his heart was sour, maybe this time the battle to exterminate the religion was really a mistake. Perhaps, the mistake is that you should not have promised to win two out of three battles at all.

"Order, if Xie asks for death, the army will go, not an inch of grass will be left, and I will raze the valley!"

"What!" Kong Li's face was so dead, people didn't plan to reason with you at all............

At this moment, an inexplicable brilliance flashed in Xie Wen's eyes, "The breath of death, the breath of death!"

Slowly picked up the cold moon in his hand and danced extremely slowly in the air. One sword flower, two sword flowers............ Three thousand nine hundred and eighty-two sword flowers in an instant.

The cold moon roared softly, the sword flower was charming, and the golden book was shattered layer by layer, like a snowflake, provoked by the cold moon of Xie Wen, flying back and forth in the air.

Wang Jin was stunned, in the golden falling flowers in the sky, he only looked at the sword, called Leng Yue's sword. The dance was slow, but fast, making the eyes hurt and losing the light.

At the last moment, his heart suddenly flashed, "It turns out that there is a kind of sword that is so fast that it can blind the eyes of monks." ”

"Hiss........." The onlookers gasped.

Xie Wen slowly pulled out the sword inserted in Wang Jin's chest, withdrew the large array, and came to Xiao Chen and the others. A faint smile: "I'm worried about you." ”

"Senior brother, you seem to be ........." Jiuying frowned, trying to find the words to describe Xie Wen.

"Oh, I realized, a sword is a sword, and the Tao is the Tao. Xie Wen smiled heartily, and seemed to be extremely happy in his heart.

"What do you mean? Why don't I understand?" Ziqian shook her cute head, looking puzzled.

Xiao Chen touched her head and chuckled: "From now on, the Human Emperor Sect has one more god of swords, the sword is the sword of killing, and the Tao is the Tao." A person who really understands the sword does not need the Tao in his heart, he needs the sword. ”

"Because people who only have swords in their hearts can use swords to the extreme, and they can dance the way of swords that only belong to swords!"

"Thank you, congratulations," Xiao Chen looked at Xie Wen with glittering eyes.

"Sect Master, it turns out that you know more about swords than Xie Wen! Xie asked, his face ashamed.

"No, I don't know the sword, I only know myself, in fact, there are thousands of avenues, and the final belonging is myself, and I am the one between heaven and earth, the only one, the only one. ”

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