Beginning to win the big elder

Chapter 71 How many people have returned since ancient times?
Three days later, on the small lonely peak north of Tiexi Village, there were suddenly more people in the rivers and lakes.

"It's just up front, where the Yan Mansion has never returned to ask the Sword King. It is said that each of the three major swordsmen who drank blood is a super-class master."

"Who said it? If there are super-first-class masters in Baiyuan County, can Qingyuan faction still be the dominant family?"

"You don't know that. The Sword King is already a hundred years old. If he hadn't cultivated his true qi to the point where he can conquer the past and the present, how could he have lived so long?"

"Hahaha, in my opinion, the Sword King is just an inheritance, and now I don't know how many generations it has been passed down."

Chen Xinghe looked down, there are so many people here, he is really full and has nothing to do. How good is it to have the strength to go home and farm?
Suddenly, a voice transmission from ten miles away: "The long pavilion of ten miles is full of frost, and what age is the blue silk and white hair?"

Po Kongsheng approached quickly, and said leisurely: "I have no regrets in this life, I have no regrets in this life, and there is a fate in the next life."

As soon as the words fell, this person arrived, falling on the top of the small lonely peak like a volley fit.

Chen Xinghe stood on a cliff protruding from the cliff, looked around carefully, and said in his heart, "Isn't this person the Sword King? Why doesn't he have a sword?"

I don't know what kind of benefits Yan Fu promised, but they actually invited this expert. Xiao Shen said before that the chance of meeting was not big. As a result, the medicinal materials for cultivating the fifth layer of the Vajra Treasure Pagoda Magical Art have not been gathered, so this person came.

"It's okay to come here. Xiao Shen and I listed the Three Musketeers on the Road of No Return as the fourth route leading to the realm of self-cultivation. Relatively speaking, the difficulty of contact is much lower than that of Shajia and Lianfeng Temple." Chen Xinghe looked at each other while thinking. He Dao is indeed a little old, his hair and eyebrows are white, his face is as strong as a knife, his eyes are piercing, and his eyes seem to be able to see people's hearts directly.

"Dare to ask what kind of benefits the Yan Mansion has given to the seniors, but you have come all the way to get along with this descendant of me?" Come here to kill people and pretend to be elegant, and then think about you again, you are also a jerk, what is the difference between you and ordinary people in the arena?

"The old man owes Yan Fu a favor, and I have to pay it back." A master is a master, and he said that I didn't want to come, but I had to come to repay the debt of favor, which was different from ordinary people in all corners of the world.

Chen Xinghe said again: "Since it's here, where is the senior's sword? Can you show it to the junior to see it."

"Hahaha, when you are qualified to see my sword, you will see it." Sword King He Dao said and swooped down, a pair of sharp claws quickly tore through the air, quite like a lion fighting a rabbit with all his strength.

"Boom bang bang..." The two collided dozens of times at an extremely fast speed. It is unbelievable that this young youngster, Chen Xinghe, actually had the upper hand.

"Boom..." The two separated, each standing on the corner of the cliff.

He Dao frowned slightly, this young man used his left sword with his left hand and his right hand with a black silk screen, and he used his left sword and right fist with one heart.

In this way, he is like facing two first-class masters at the same time, how can such a person appear in such a backcountry?

"Okay, you are qualified to make me out of the sword." It was too late, but it was too fast, where did he say that he was dead.

I only heard the sound of "Qiang", but I didn't see the sword, only a faint glow swept across it.

Chen Xinghe watched intently. As soon as the opponent made a move, he judged that this sword was similar to the Qinglong Riding Fire and Swimming Lotus Sword, and it was also using True Qi to continuously cultivate the sword embryo.

"No, this can't be called a sword embryo, it's just a strange sword energy."

Seeing the rays of light coming, Chen Xinghe paused with his left hand, and took a step ahead of the opponent.

Speaking of which, the sword king has already reached the peak level of a first-class master, how could Chen Xinghe come first in front of him?

There is a way, the scales pop out from the fingertips, this is Chen Xinghe's sword, it is not only the sword from the hand, but also the second sword of the three soul swords.

With a sound of "呲", the Sword King changed his moves in the middle, causing Xiaguang to sweep towards the scales.

He had to do this because the scales had a mysterious and mysterious meaning that seemed to affect his mind.

The masters compete for an instant decision.

He Dao would never want to lose his mind in an instant, even a fraction of a breath would be enough to threaten his life.

Xiaguang swallowed and the scales were broken, Chen Xinghe was shocked.

You must know that this scale is particularly tough, and it is no worse than a sword. It should be a quirky weapon prepared for assassination by a class of masters.

Not to mention what kind of creatures can form such scales for the time being, just talking about where this ray of light is released, I am afraid that there are no swords and swords that can fight against it.

Chen Xinghe took three steps back, his heels reaching the edge of the cliff.

Facing the enemy, he released the Xiaguang sword energy again, and he hurriedly threw out a black line two feet long, which was the ashes net wrapped around his right hand.

Very strange, the expected broken did not appear, this big net actually can withstand the Xiaguang throughput.

"Haha!" Chen Xinghe suddenly regained his energy and shouted: "Old guy, let's die!"

Without waiting for a response, I saw a dazzling electric light.Then there was a loud "click", and half of the cliff collapsed downward.

In front of everyone's eyes, Chen Xinghe, a rising star in Baiyuan County, and He Dao, the old sword king on the road of no return, both fell.

Although this cliff is only [-] feet high, it may not be possible to survive if it falls. After all, the two are fighting between life and death. What happened to that lightning bolt just now?

Some people were horrified, some were gloating about misfortune, and some people let out a sigh of relief.

Besides, where did the Sword King say, he never thought that the ashes that was thrown like a whip would discharge.

Half of his body is numb, and half of his body is charred black. If he is not wearing an ice silkworm armor, he will faint.

The two fell with the gravel, and where did they forcibly resist the numbness to find a foothold, who knew that with a "chi" under their feet, their feet vaporized and evaporated.

"Ah! My feet." He was quite astonished. What kind of tricks did the other party use to instantly wipe out his feet?

Naturally, it is the Qinglong driving the fire to swim the lotus sword, but the sword embryo is still the embryo, and it is still far from becoming a sword!And after a sword from the air, it is estimated that the training will be light for a few months, and it will not be able to recover within a year and a half.

Chen Xinghe paid his blood, but the opponent still had the power to fight back after a lightning strike, indicating that he must have treasures to protect him.

Where did the anger come from the heart, just as the jade and stone were burned, the body "bang", the cliff of two hundred feet has come to the end.

The big net of ashes hung on a mountain wall, Chen Xinghe swung three times and fell gently, and Xiao Shen ran over with a corpse on his back.

"you?"

Who would have thought that the Sword King fell so hard, and at this time his mind was still clear, Chen Xinghe would kill him without a word.

The fist in the temple, those who watched the battle would never have imagined that the sword king who had been famous for decades, died like this, bleeding from the seven orifices, and died without resting his eyes.

Xiao Shen hurriedly squatted down to fake the scene, and said while working: "It seems that the sword king is not a monk, otherwise you would not have succeeded so easily."

Chen Xinghe sighed: "He's not! He only masters a strange sword energy. Thirty breaths, Brother Xiao, come on, we have to leave after thirty breaths."

(End of this chapter)