Can three million swords kill a person?

This issue is worth exploring.

It is said that practice brings true knowledge.

Chen Xia stood in the sea of ​​​​swords where three million flying swords gathered, looked at the bronze armor in front of him, waved his hand and said.

"Listen to my explanation first."

The bronze armor didn't reply. The rusty armor raised the bronze sword in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword at Chen Xia.

The sword rang out, clear and loud.

The green bronze sword actually bloomed with a pure white sword light, shining with extraordinary momentum.

It's just a piece of armor, it doesn't talk to people, it just draws its sword.

Take a sword and hit it with a blow, this is the rule.

Chen Xia took all three million flying swords from the Sword Forest, so he naturally suffered three million swords.

This is called following the rules.

As for whether Chen Xia can bear it or not, that is not something that should be concerned about as a piece of armor.

The flying swords all over the sky circled around crazily, gathering in a pile, like a storm condensed by sword blades, the image was terrifying and unusual.

The sword forest was very lively.

It will naturally attract people who come to watch the fun.

The fisherman came the fastest. He stood in the sky, looked down at the sword forest, frowned slightly, and murmured.

"Is this Jianlin crazy, or am I crazy?"

Three million flying swords came out from the sword forest. Even the top sword cultivator couldn't create such an image, but Chen Xia, who knew nothing about flying swords, did it.

If you say there is nothing fishy in it, the fisherman will definitely not believe it.

But the fisherman doesn't know what's so fishy about it.

More and more people were watching the fun, most of them were elders. They looked at this scene with expressions of surprise and appreciation in their voices.

"Our Cangtian Sword Sea can produce such a character. If he can grow up in the future, he will definitely be a big shot in the sect!"

"The talent that lays the foundation for a saint should have a place for him in the great world in the future."

The elders spoke highly of Chen Xia and felt that this son should be the mainstay of Cangtian Jianhai in the future.

They still don't know that if Chen Xia is followed, he will become the emperor's life-extending medicine.

The fisherman listened quietly on the side, his expression was dim and he couldn't see the changes clearly.

"It is truly an honor for the sect that you have such a disciple. Heaven protects you." The young elder at the side smiled and complimented the fisherman.

The fisherman's head asked, and his emotions could not be seen. He only responded softly, "Yeah."

The young elder saw that the fisherman was not very interested. Although he was doubtful, he did not dare to continue disturbing him and retreated to the side to watch.

Chen Xia's talent is indeed unique among these elders.

He can be recognized by three million flying swords at the same time, and can even be slashed by three million swordsmen.

It can be said that it is unprecedented, and it is probably unprecedented.

What they want to see now is how Chen Xia deals with the three million flying swords.

It's impossible to really resist three million swords, right?

Chen Xia thought so too. He looked at the flying swords in the sky and fell into deep thought.

Is it luck?

Chen Xia wasn't sure. It was possible that he really had a talent for swordsmanship. After all, he had interrupted many flying swords with his fists.

There is also a very special fate between him and Feijian.

I remember the first time we met, it was probably in Weixi Town.

That was the first time Chen Xia saw Feijian.

This was also the first time he knew that it was so simple to break a flying sword.

All in all, I still have to thank Yang Gang.

Chen Xia has matured now and is not the stupid young man he was when he was several decades old. If the past happened over again, he would be gentler to Yang Gang.

Hmm... I guess so?

Chen Xia was not sure, her thoughts were a bit far gone. It's no wonder that people who live a long time would miss the past.

Because there are so many things to miss.

It will come to mind inadvertently.

But there's no time to think about it now.

Because the sword is coming.

The overwhelming sword energy rolled in like a violent ocean wave. Just by facing it head on, you could feel its overwhelming weight.

Chen Xia couldn't stop this sword.

too fast.

There was a loud bang and the sound of a sword!

Three million flying swords circled in the sky, and the sword intent suddenly stopped!

Chen Xia flew upside down three thousand meters, touched the ground with his left foot, pulled out of the thousand-meter ravine, and stabilized his body.

He raised his head, his eyes were like deep pool water, reflecting the turquoise sword blade.

The second sword is coming.

There really is no room left!

As the elders in the stands watched, they curiously discussed.

"If the swordsman is really counted according to his realm, what realm should he be?"

An elder responded: "It looks like the second and third levels of the Overturned Sea Realm. It was mainly transformed by the saint's will, so it is even more powerful. There is the saint's true intention somewhere to protect him."

"According to this, doesn't it count as the fourth or fifth level of the Overturned Sea Realm?" A puzzled voice sounded.

"The killing power should be about the fourth or fifth level of the Overturned Sea Realm, but the bronze sword in its hand only occupies three levels, and the armor is at most the strength of the first level of the Overturned Sea Realm."

A touch of the saint's will, seven parts of the sword, three parts of the armor.

The reason for turning into armor is probably because you need to use armor to hold a sword.

A powerful sword is no longer powerful if no one uses it.

"Is this Chen Xia really going to get hit with three million swords?"

The elders still felt that this number was too exaggerated, and they secretly looked at the fisherman from time to time, trying to figure out something.

The fisherman had no expression on his face and just watched quietly, completely different from his previous behavior.

The elders did not dare to ask, so they could only discuss it among themselves.

"You can't stand three million swords even if you have 30,000 lives."

"Besides, if we really want to cut down three million swords, even if Chen Xia can resist it, this saint's will cannot withstand it!"

In fact, the elders all know that it is impossible to resist three million swords.

So there is only one way for Chen Xia to escape.

Kill the swordsman!

But in fact there is another way.

Chen Xia thought of it quickly with his extraordinary thinking, and it happened to be when he received the third blow.

His body flew upside down to the door of the Sword Forest. On the way, he bounced up with one palm on the ground and stood in front of the huge bronze door. The whole process seemed to be planned and very smooth, and he waved to the sword attendant.

"Then let's stop here. It would be disrespectful to cut it further."

He's going to run away.

Chen Xia's figure flashed, and he stepped out of the bronze door. Standing outside, he suddenly realized what it meant to take a step back to broaden the horizon.

He is not a young swordsman and does not need the blessing of the flying sword. If the fisherman hadn't called him over, Chen Xia would never have stepped into this sword forest in his life.

Three million flying swords, whoever wants to take them can take them, but he won't take them anyway.

The elders in the stands were a little shocked. They really didn't expect that there was such a way out.

Since ancient times, monks have always faced difficulties and faced difficulties. How can they retreat?

With this kind of mind, can he also become a seedling of the Great Emperor?

Chen Xia only wanted to answer this question from the elders.
To be continued...