"I've already run away, so there's no point in chasing me. If you kill me, will it increase your experience or ability?"

The golden light in Chen Xia's eyes flowed towards her body, and she asked in confusion.

The sword attendant couldn't answer, he just held the bronze sword in his hand and pointed it directly at the image of the thousand-foot real dragon.

Chen Xia paced, the image of a thousand-foot real dragon stepped out, trampling the crumbling mountains into ruins, and stared at the sword attendant with his golden vertical pupils.

Tit for tat!

The elders in the stands were curious. How could Chen Xia, who was only in the Mountain-Moving Realm, dare to yell at the Sword Master of the Overturned Sea Realm?

Why?

They couldn't quite figure it out, and their eyes turned to the fishing old man more or less, thinking that the fishing old man should know something.

The fisherman's face was expressionless and he was also deep in thought. He thought about a lot, the most important of which was whether Chen Xia should be used as the emperor's life-sustaining medicine?

When he first salvaged it, he had already thought about it and was optimistic about cultivating Chen Xia, the only one in the small world, as the emperor's life-sustaining medicine.

Now he was a little shaken.

The birth of Three Million Flying Swords is indeed unprecedented, and probably unprecedented.

He had never even heard of any great emperor who could cause such a vision.

And this kind of thing has never happened to Chen Xia.

The Nascent Soul attains enlightenment, moves mountains in one step, and the current image of the true dragon.

These are talents that are not inferior to those of the previous great emperors.

The words of the elders also said that even if Chen Xia cannot become an emperor, he still has the basic cultivation level of a saint, and is the most powerful one.

Can put a big character in front.

There is a saying that is widely circulated among the heavens.

The Great Sage is not inferior to the Quasi-Emperor.

Although it is a bit exaggerated, if there is a real fight, the quasi-emperor will probably win by a narrow margin, but it is enough to show how powerful the great sage is, and he can forcefully bear half the title of emperor in the name of a saint!

As long as Chen Xia doesn't die midway, he will be the foundation of the Great Sage and can challenge the quasi-emperor.

But in the final analysis, what Cangtian Jianhai lacks is not a great saint, nor a quasi-emperor, but a true emperor who can protect a sect in the great world.

The more the fisherman thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

It would be great if Chen Xia could come to Cangtian Sword Sea 30,000 years earlier.

At that time, the Sword Master Emperor was still in good health and had a surplus of longevity, so he could continue to protect the Cangtian Sword Sea.

If Chen Xia could start practicing at that time, he would almost be a saint by now.

When the next great world opens, it is very likely that he will successfully attack the imperial path, take over the responsibility of the Sword Master Emperor, and become the tenth emperor of the Cangtian Sword Sea.

It's all because the time doesn't match up.

The fisherman thought a lot.

But as long as there is a word in front of it, it is all empty.

He is just a step-by-step part of the general trend and cannot change anything at all.

There are not enough quasi-sages, and neither are saints enough.

Only the great emperor can make his own way in the world and become the true one.

Only the Great Emperor is the star that can leave a mark on the world.

Everyone else is just the emperor's foil.

The fisherman looked dim. After a long time, he sighed slightly and stopped thinking about it.

His Taoist heart was almost damaged.

Maybe this is the incomprehensible fate between master and disciple.

Chen Xia is very busy now. He directly controlled the image of the real dragon to rush into the sword forest and fight with the sword attendant. However, due to his realm, he was always at a disadvantage and was suppressed.

However, Chen Xia showed no signs of being defeated. Instead, he fought harder and harder. He didn't know whether Chen Xia was really that fierce or whether the swordsman was holding back.

Anyway, the two sides fought quite back and forth. You hit me and I hit, and no one fought too much. The emphasis was on a turn-based system.

The big yellow dog was watching from afar, howling anxiously on the spot, thinking of ways to help Chen Xia.

But this kind of fighting is not something that an immortal species can participate in. At the moment, it can only continue to howl, so anxious that its mouth is twisted.

The fight was not evenly matched, so it did not last long.

Chen Xia first showed signs of decline and fell into the forest of swords, under three million flying swords.

The flying swords filled the sky with mighty force, and the sound of swords could be heard endlessly.

The sword attendant carried the bronze sword and charged at Chen Xia again without giving Chen Xia any chance to breathe.

The image of the thousand-foot-long true dragon disappeared.

Chen Xia stood up slowly. He was actually not worried at all, because he would definitely not die.

The elders and even higher-level beings watching in the sky will protect his safety.

Because he is really important to Cangtian Jianhai.

In terms of the Emperor’s life-extending medicine.

But Chen Xia doesn't want to put her life and safety on other people's thoughts.

He must have the strength to protect himself.

"I didn't take any of the three million flying swords. You cut me so many swords first, and now I take them all with the profit!"

Chen Xia had a clear idea, stretched out his hand forward, raised his fingers together, and his spiritual thoughts quickly poured out, spreading across the sky and earth, talking with three million flying swords.

He didn't pick up a sword before because he was not a swordsman, he didn't need to use a sword, and he didn't want to take three million swords.

But since the swordsman wants to chase and chop.

He will take all the three million flying swords!

Chen Xia's outstretched fingers were like a sword at this moment, tapping lightly on the void in front of him.

Three million flying swords circled from the sky very quickly, covering the sky and the sun, and rolled in front of Chen Xia one after another, like a sea of ​​swords lying across the horizon.

The swordsman struck with a sword.

But it is not worth three million swords.

The majestic sword intent was endless, and it was released, knocking back the sword attendant for thousands of meters, and cracks appeared on the bronze sword.

"I'm not a swordsman, and I don't understand swords." Chen Xia raised his fingers, like the sword master of heaven and earth, driving three million flying swords to hang.

"But I can be a sword."

He said so.

Then he directly grabbed a flying sword, transformed it into pure sword intent, swallowed it directly into his abdomen, and merged with himself.

The elders frowned. They knew this method of eating swords. It was a bit of a trick. It was generally used to speed up sword cultivation. It could quickly establish a close connection between sword cultivation and flying swords.

Although it's a bit tricky, it's not too weird.

This is what they originally thought, but soon they will find that they have completely underestimated Chen Xia.

This person really cannot be viewed with an ordinary mind.

Because Chen Xia opened his mouth and shouted in front of the 2,999,900 flying swords.

"All the flying swords in the world enter my belly!"

The ancients said that you can bite off more than you can chew.

But Chen Xia thought it was okay, he had a big mouth.

Enough to eat these three million flying swords!

The flying swords all over the sky rolled back and rushed towards Chen Xia in an endless stream. This was a good thing for them, and they rushed to rush forward.

Three million pure sword intentions were swallowed by Chen Xia in one gulp, so that his whole body shone with bright sword light.

It was as if he was the most domineering sword in the world at this moment.

The elders looked a little dull, not knowing what to say.

They have lived for tens of thousands of years and have never seen anything like this.

But I have never seen this scene before.

Unexpected paths suddenly appear.

At this moment, there is no longer a forest of swords in the sea of ​​​​swords, let alone a sword tomb.

Because Chen Xia is Jianzhong.

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ps: I didn’t update yesterday because something happened, everyone, I’m sorry, because Tomato is different from starting point, and it takes a thousand words to post a chapter.

So I couldn't send out a leaflet asking for leave. I had less things to do today and quickly coded two chapters.

Thank you all for your support, thank you very much, and give you a collection of funny jokes.

"Let's do something we can do with the lights off."

"Turn on the lights."
Chapter completed!