Invincible BOSS System

Cut the willow tree?

The tongueless eyes were taken aback, obviously surprised, when he stared at the willow tree a few more times, his eyes gradually changed. The old **** in the palace could clearly see that the rhythm of the branch of the willow tree swaying in the wind not far away was a bit wrong.

Relatively slower than other willow trees.

For leaves and branches, the lighter the weight, the more precarious it is in the wind and rain, and the heavier it is, the more clumsy it is to shake.

Then...

Someone must be hidden in the tree? .

The tongueless and yellow old eyes gradually grew gloomy, and he secretly felt that Chen Xinglie's strength was far superior to that of the land gods. Otherwise, why would others not know that there is a master hidden in the tree, only Chen Xinglie knows?

"Our family is ugly!"

Turning tonguelessly and facing the willow tree, the corners of his mouth showed a calm smile. Suddenly, he stretched his hands into his sleeves and slashed with his arms. The sleeves flashed a cyan knife light, as if the blue dragon came out of the sleeves with the dragon. With the chanting sound of knives, the mountain whistled and tsunami cut forward.

The blade has not arrived.

The microwave rippling lake surface of Leiyinchi has been separated by a long, narrow and deep gap, extending from under the willow trees to the depths of the lake.

Ding!

There was a sound of golden and iron humming in front of him.

On the willow tree, the sword suddenly rose.

The green leaves all over the tree flew all over the sky, affected by the sword aura and sword aura, each piece of it shook straight, like a sword-blade, crackling to the ground, plunged deep into the embankment under the tree, the tail of the leaf trembled, and the lingering sound continued.

The Taoist Drunken Dragon stood on the willow tree that was split by the knife light, holding an ancient sword rippling with faint light in his hand, and the sword was crossed to block the tongueless knife light.

The two rays of light collapsed at one touch.

Tonguelessly staring at the Taoist Drunken Dragon, he turned to face Chen Xinglie, and said, "Our family is fortunate not to be insulted."

Chen Xinglie only let him cut the willow tree? , Now that the tree is divided into two, even if the task is completed without tongue.

The old **** recognized Taoist Drunken Dragon, but did not say hello, nor did he ask why Taoist Drunken Dragon was here. He was afraid that after greeting Taoist Drunken Dragon, Chen Xinglie might misunderstand him, thinking they were in collusion.

Everything can only be stable.

The longer one lives, the more cautious.

The tongueless old **** has lived for nearly two hundred years. The edges and corners of his body have long been smoothed. In addition to being injured by Qian Yuzao, he has not recovered. This makes the old **** dare not act rashly, especially in Chen Xinglie. In front of "The Peerless Strongman", every move is like walking on thin ice.

Thousand Yuzao and Kongmengui stood on one side and did not dare to speak. Even if the two of them wanted to kill Tongueless immediately, Thresh, the blocking stone in the Great Hall, did not dare to make any changes at this moment.

Chen Xinglie is here.

This seat does not speak...

Who dares to make a sound?

"Why?"

Chen Xinglie asked casually, and glanced casually in the air, as if his eyesight was stronger than that of a land immortal, he could see through the thick white clouds, and clearly see the person hiding in the cloud.

He asked very simply.

The word "why" has a lot of information.

The Taoist Drunkard was very cautious and bowed his hands to salute, saying: "Young Master Chen is polite. Half a year ago, I came from the northwest. As soon as I arrived in the capital, I heard about Young Master Chen's many deeds and admired him very much. Yaoxian, roaring in the air, Pan Dao rushed over immediately, just because he didn't know him before? That's why he didn't dare to show up, and asked him to bear with me."

"Northwest of Longcheng, the Drunken Dragon Taoist of the High Sword Sect?" Chen Xinglie asked casually.

"It's the poor Dao." Taoist Drunkard nodded and replied, standing among the two-divided willow trees, holding the hilt of the sword, concentrating on guard.

"Do you admire this seat?" Chen Xinglie smiled.

"Extremely admired!" Even though the Taoist Drunkard said so, the palm of his sword hilt was still a little pale because of too much force, showing the anxiety in his heart.

"It's a good thing that you admire this seat."

Chen Xinglie raised his head indifferently, staring at the cloud haze in the sky, and said: "I heard that the sword sect of the sky, on the way to the sword, find another way, the sword tactics are not trivial. You might as well cut the cloud in the sky for this seat, and in front of this seat. Perform the swordsmanship. If you feel satisfied, you may stop worrying about your fault."

Taoist Drunken Dragon couldn't help frowning.

Performance!

These two words made the Taoist Drunkard very disgusted.

The land gods are aloft, located at the pinnacle of this martial arts world. How can the existence at the top of the pyramid behave like a street performer and a clown, performing swordsmanship and making people laugh?

The Taoist Drunken Dragon gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and was secretly angry: "This Chen Xinglie deceives people too much!"

Chen Xinglie saw all his subtle expressions.

"You don't seem to want to."

Chen Xinglie shook his head slightly, with a little regret in his tone, and sighed: "If you are not willing to chop off the cloud in the sky for this seat, this seat has to behead you first. Alas, this seat has never known you, and there is no wrong Qiu, I didn't want to kill you, so why should you seek your own death?"

This speech was even more domineering.

The Taoist Drunkard could not bear it anymore, he squeezed the long sword and prepared to do it. Suddenly, he froze.

It was because Taoist Drunken Dragon saw that Chen Xinglie took out a short sword with cold light and was manicuring his nails with the blade.

This sword...

The drunk dragon Taoist frightened the souls.

He clearly felt that the bitter cold air from Chen Xinglie's short sword was exactly the same as the frosty blade that stretched across the northwest of the Daquan Dynasty a month ago!

That Wanli Jianqi must come from Chen Xinglie's hands!

Three thousand miles of wind and snow with a sword.

Sword Qi is 18,000 li.

It's no wonder that in Xiaoliang Mountain, the demon fairy fell in front of Chen Xinglie without a fight. Now he is willing to follow Chen Xinglie and be a dog leg with peace of mind.

Such a powerful man, who can stop?

The grievances in the heart of the Taoist Drunkard were swept away, and replaced by a smile on his face, saying: "The poor Dao listens to the son."

"I will wait and see."

Chen Xinglie glanced at the clouds in the sky, then lowered his head, concentrating on polishing his nails with the "Winter Sword of Wrath".

The Taoist Drunken Dragon's eyes condensed, and the next instant he soared into the air, reaching the sky of one hundred meters high, facing the white cloud in the sky, and slashed with his sword.

Ow...

A dragon chanted in the air.

The drunk dragon Taoist Jin Hui suddenly vented under his sword, and a golden dragon shadow condensed on the sword's front, spreading its teeth and dancing claws, rushing towards the clouds, and instantly tore the clouds, then...

Thunder splashed in the air.

Everyone at Lei Yinchi raised their heads together, staring at the golden dragon sword aura that entered the air.

Only Chen Xinglie did not look up.

How can such a small matter be like an ordinary land fairy, looking forward and staring at it?

Can't look up.

Force frame will fall.