The twilight is four, and the slanting sun is like blood.

The last afterglow sprinkled on the imperial capital of Longji, but it was blocked by the hundred-foot-high statue of the god of Tongtian, and the spots were sprinkled down, making the imperial city even more gloomy.

On a stone carving in front of the Eight Kings Palace, there is a person sitting motionless at the moment, dressed in white like snow, with deep eyes, long hair, flying in the wind.

This person is not very old, he looks like he is in his twenties, and there are seven points of coldness between his eyebrows, three points of pride, but his eyes are extremely deep, not like what he can have at his age, which makes people look even more mysterious, unpredictable, and incomprehensible.

On top of his legs, which sat cross-legged, lay a strange long sword, six feet long, twice the length of an ordinary long sword, and if you looked closely, you could see three trident-like blades separated at the tip of the sword, which was extremely strange.

And around the stone tablet where he was sitting, it was now full of people, and these people were no longer sitting on the ground, but standing with solemn expressions, as if they were facing a great enemy, but none of them dared to approach.

And between the stele and the crowd, the corridor that was originally paved with finely carved jade has become a mess at this moment, and a huge pit has appeared, and there are more than a dozen monks who don't know whether they are dead or alive lying in it, perhaps this is the reason why many monks surround him but no one dares to step forward.

Extending outward, you can see that on the outer palace wall behind the thousands of monks surrounding this person, there are figures shaking in different places, these people's costumes are different from those present, as if they are not in the same group as the thousands of monks here, they are watching everything in front of the hall on the wall, but they don't have the intention of doing anything, they just blindly look at the sidelines, watch the fire from the other side, and there is some meaning of watching the jokes between their expressions.

The man in white said nothing. The people who surrounded him didn't say a word, and everyone seemed to be deeply shocked by the random blow of this man.

And so on, the confrontation lasted for a long time.

Finally. Among the thousands of monks, five people came out in unison. These five people were of different heights, fat and thin, old and young, and they walked out of the crowd with determination in their eyes.

The man in white did not open his eyes, nor did he speak.

The eyes of the five were fixed on the strange sword.

At this time, the remnant sun that was about to fall was completely obscured by the statue of Tongtian God standing in the center of Longji City because of the angle. This made the Eight Kings Hall much more gloomy at this moment.

An old man among the five broke the silence and said in a deep voice: "Strange swordsman, I heard that since your debut in Dongchuan, you have fought all over the sects and factions in Dongchuan, and defeated the strongest people in the various sects and families in Dongchuan one by one, but you have never injured a single person's life, and the monks of Dongchuan all respect you as the first sword of Dongchuan." ”

"But today you came to the Eight Kings Hall for the third time, and you killed more than ten people from my Ji family as soon as you made a move, which seems to be extremely inconsistent with the rumors, and you are not worthy of the honorific title of the first sword in Dongchuan. ”

The man in white still had his eyes closed. Said slowly: "False name, this is insignificant." ”

There weren't many words, but the voice was low. Sonorous and powerful.

The youngest of the five snorted coldly: "If you are not famous, why do you want to challenge the strongest of the various sect families, isn't this very contradictory?"

Humanity in White: "Challenge, just for the sake of preaching"

The young man sneered: "Since it is for the sake of preaching, then why not go to Dongchuan's strongest Demon Sect Leader Tiansha to challenge, but come to Zhongzhou to stir up trouble, is it not courageous?"

When the man in white heard this, his eyes suddenly opened, and his gaze was as cold as two rays of ice.

The young man couldn't help but take a few steps back. almost retreated into the crowd, thinking it was embarrassing. A few steps forward again, he sharply said, "What." Am I wrong?"

The man in white said slowly: "Tiansha, I have fought, I am defeated"

The "uproar ~~~~~" shook a thousand waves with one stone, and the people present instantly boiled in a short sentence, and they exchanged heads and ears for a while, and there were many discussions.

Until this moment, everyone knew that the man in white had already met all the masters of Dongchuan, and even the Demon Sect Leader Tiansha had already challenged, but the result was defeated, but everyone was surprised in their hearts, they had heard that Tiansha was ruthless, and the person who fought against him had no way to live, only the head of Tianyu Dao, Yutiandao, was forced into Dongchuan Hanging Valley under serious injury, and did not die in front of Tiansha on the spot, but everyone knew that entering the demon clan after being seriously injured was no different from a dead person.

However, the white-clothed man in front of him, who was sitting on the stele as stable as Mount Tai, was able to come out of the hands of Tiansha alive and unscathed, which already shocked and incredible.

The man in white said: "If Ji Yan doesn't come out again, I don't mind killing everyone present." ”

One sentence shocked everyone, and everyone stopped talking for a while, and the audience fell silent again.

The old man from before said: "Your Royal Highness is noble, how can you fight with others at will, no matter how many times you come, Your Highness will not fight with you, you better leave here." ”

The man in white sneered: "Ji Yan, you are not worthy of cultivation. ”

The young man was furious when he heard this, and shouted: "Bold, dare to insult His Royal Highness, you are really looking for death, even if you want to leave today, you can't do it, whoever insults Your Highness will die."

The man in white suddenly smiled, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world, and said coldly: "Let's go together." ”

The young man shouted angrily: "Bah, madman, don't be ashamed, others are afraid of you but I am not afraid, as long as it is not a confrontation between the two armies, the Ji family never joins forces with others to fight the enemy, today let me Ji Liu come to meet you first, life or death"

The man in white nodded and said, "The courage is commendable, and it is worthy of my shot." ”

Ji Liu, whose real name is Feng Liu, is the first person to lead the army under the throne of the eighth prince Ji Yan, and he is also the strongest person in the commander of the army.

He is not weak at a young age, domineering, and always practices the way of the Ji family's imperial hegemony, and he also pays attention to moving forward, and if he does not advance, he will retreat, so although he knows that he is not the opponent of this person, but the momentum must not be weak, if there is less sharpness and lack of courage, the way of the imperial hegemony will be self-defeating, and it will be difficult to advance an inch in his life.

And he was deeply favored by the Ji family, and he was loyal to the eighth prince Ji Yan, and he couldn't listen to the slightest insult to the eighth prince, so he couldn't hold back the fire in his heart, and vowed to make the opponent pay the price, even if he died, he would not hesitate to do so.

At this moment, Ji Liu's eyes stared at the man in white, but the magic seal on his hand had quickly formed, although he was arrogant, but he was not a reckless person, seeing that the strange swordsman did not move at all, there was no flaw in his body, and he did not attack for a long time.

He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, a chance to make his strongest spell hit with one blow.

The strange swordsman seemed to see this, but his body, which had never moved, moved, he stretched out his finger and moved it towards Ji Liu, as if to say, "Come on." ”

This action made Ji Liu's eyes show excitement, and he finally waited for the moment when the other party showed his flaws.

The other party stretched out his right hand, which was a few inches away from the strange-shaped long sword on his leg, which meant that it would take him longer to draw the sword

Ji Liu snorted vigorously, and he had already made a move, and a phantom shadow suddenly appeared in the magic seal, and three golden imperial qi suddenly came out, carrying the vitality of the whole body, and a roaring blow.

Within the Yuan Qi, the three imperial qi formed a fierce tiger, and a roar came out from the phantom, the momentum was like a rainbow, fast as lightning, and it crashed straight into the white-clothed strange swordsman.

The white-clothed strange swordsman suddenly laughed, and the hand that was still in the void had already grasped the hilt of the strange-shaped long sword with the appearance of an afterimage.

No one could see how he held the hilt of the sword, only an afterimage.

In an instant, the strange-shaped long sword six feet away had already struck, and the three-headed blade released an incomparably powerful Yuan Force sword qi.

"Boom"

With a loud bang, the sword qi and the imperial qi collided in one place, and the fierce tiger instantly shattered

The thousands of monks on the field all exclaimed, their hearts sank, the three imperial qi couldn't withstand the opponent's sword, I am afraid that Ji Liu will die under this fierce sword qi.

But Ji Liu was not impatient at the moment, and at the same time as the tiger phantom shattered, the magic seal in his hand also changed again.

The shattered phantom turned into a flood of arrows, still attacking the strange swordsman.

These arrows in the sky are all entrained with the aura of the emperor, extremely sharp, indestructible, if one of them shoots the strange swordsman, it can also make it pierce and seriously injure.

Seeing countless arrows envelop the strange swordsman's body in an instant, as if they would devour everything in a single breath.

Suddenly, a whirlpool appeared in the white shadow in front of the arrow, and the whirlpool swirled rapidly, absorbing everything the arrow went through.

This change not only made Ji Liu stunned, but everyone present was stunned.

However, the vortex did not stagnate, and continued to move forward until it absorbed all the arrows, and with a hum, a three-edged sword shadow glowing with silver light appeared.

It was only at this point that everyone saw that the whirlpool was not a real whirlpool, but only an illusion formed by the rapid rotation of the blade.

It's just that when everyone saw it clearly, the incomparable sword qi on the blade had already pierced out.

There wasn't much movement, just a little bit forward, and then the sword qi and sword intent and sword shadow all disappeared.

The swordsman was still sitting on the stele, his sword back on his legs, as if he had never struck it.

"Ah~~"

Ji Liu had already heard a miserable scream, and he fell to the ground with a poof, a large area of blood oozing from his shoulder.

There was a deathly silence, and the hearts of the thousands of monks in the field shook, but there was no sound.

In just a few breaths, Ji Liu, the strongest among the commanders of the protectors, had fallen to the ground in blood, and his life and death were unknown.

Only on the trident-like blade on the swordsman's leg, the silver light flashed, and it was terrifying.

"I admire your courage, so ...... Don't kill you. ”

The deep voice of the strange swordsman came, breaking the silence.

Only then did the people present come back to their senses, and the old man hurriedly ordered the people behind him: "Quickly, carry Commander Ji Liu down." ”

When the crowd was neutral, five or six people rushed out, lifted Ji Liu without saying a word, and sent him to the crowd to heal his injuries.

Everyone saw that the domineering commander was dying at this moment, as if he was dead, his shoulder was bleeding like a stream, and his face was as pale as paper.

A heavy sigh erupted from everyone's hearts.

The strange swordsman closed his eyes again and said slowly, "Who is still coming?"