Chapter six hundred and thirteenth fourteenth throne, my dragon looks up
The Great Sword Immortal Yue Qing wears a Yifang standard robe, with a sword "Hongzhen Wuyue" hanging on his waist, but compared to this semi-immortal weapon that can easily not be unsheathed, Yue Qing actually prefers Jianfang The standard long sword was forged, so the sword that the hands are holding at the moment was refined by the sword workshop. Many sword immortals and earth immortal sword cultivators on the Great Wall of Sword Qi still like to use the swords made by the sword workshop wearing the robes of the clothing workshop. Yue Qing's contribution to the atmosphere of the country is extremely great.
The female sword fairy Zhou Cheng is still swinging there. A long time ago, the young man who said he wanted to visit his hometown died for her in the hands of the so-called hometown people. Zhou Cheng did not have a sword, and he was surrounded by Those golden silk swords that have been passed down from generation to generation are her unsheathed swords.
The young and handsome Jade Pure Realm Sword Immortal Wu Chengpei has red eyes and a distorted face. Well, well, there are a lot of great demons today, many familiar faces and many new faces.
Yuan Qingshu, the Sword Immortal of South Posu Island, stood side by side with Gao Kui, the local sword Immortal. Gao Kui looked solemn and told Yuan Qing Shu from his heart the origins of some legendary monsters. It has never happened in thousands of years that demons are out in force, gathering on the battlefield in the south, especially the fourteen big demons at the front on the southern land, and the first editions of the old Huangli calendars such as "Baize Picture" and "Soushan Picture" The existence at the forefront of the book will not be recorded in the many published versions that later circulated in the world. Even Gao Kui confessed that he had never seen it alive. This time, it was better to get it together in the wild world at once, which would save trouble.
Yuan Qingshu took off a sword gourd and drank wine. Every time Gao Kui told about the ancient origin of a big demon, Yuan Qingshu took a sip of the wine and used the name of the big demon to accompany the wine. The taste was excellent.
Han Huaizi, the leader of the Taihui Sword Sect, was resting his mind with his eyes closed. He put his palm against the hilt of his sword and tapped it lightly from time to time. Standing next to him was Li Cai, the leader of the Duckweed Sword Lake Sect who also came from Luzhou, Beiju.
Li Cai's eyes shone, what a good guy, all of them looked capable of fighting.
There were those two foreign travelers who looked more like fishermen and woodcutter than sword immortals, a pair of close friends on the Aai Aizhou Mountains, fellow practitioners, the sword immortals Zhang Shao and Li Ding. They were originally feeling a little heavy, but they looked at each other and understood. When the heart smiles, everyone has the will to die.
Zhao Gezhen sat on the same spot and looked back. Cheng Quan should have been sitting on the top of the city in the north. However, he was severely injured by the big demon and fell into the realm. He became a poor thing who left the Yuan Ying. Xiu had no choice but to curse and walk away. Zhao Gezhen looked away and laughed heartily. He and Cheng Quan had been fighting for this and that since they were children. They competed for their level, the quality of their flying swords, their killing power, and they also competed for the woman they liked. Cheng Quan has always won the most love for me, what happened now? Not only is my level higher now, I just want to fight to die first. You Cheng Quan, little Yuanying, don’t even have a chance, so you Cheng Quan will be obedient Eat the ashes behind your butt.
When we get down there, I'll go see her first and make you angry to death, Cheng Quan.
Nalan Yexing was a little annoyed. Couldn't these beasts in the wild world wait for a while before looking for death? When he returns to the immortal realm, when the beasts die under Nalan Yexing's flying sword, won't they be able to die happily? some?
However, Nalan Yexing was also a little puzzled. The opponent's posture looked a bit strange. In the past, the army that was as vast as a swarm of locusts in the sky and as dense as rats and ants on the ground had not yet gathered together. Could it be that the wild world depends on these naked monsters? , just want to attack the city? My uncle’s wine has not been sold to the wild world, so why are these big monsters’ brains broken?
Han Huaizi smiled slightly, looking free and high-spirited.
After this battle, I, the Taihui Sword Sect, feel no shame.
Mr. Yin Guan was gearing up, and from time to time he stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, and murmured: "At first glance, it looks like they are going to fight each other. After this fight, as long as you don't die, not only can you drink, but you will definitely be able to drink to your fill."
There was a swordsman squatting on the edge of the wall, stroking the edges with his hand, his expression indifferent, and there was still a faint feeling of remembrance that involves life and death.
A swordsman opened a pot of wine, muttered something in his mind, poured the wine slowly, and then threw the jug out of the city.
The old deaf boy had no expression on his face. He was just thinking about when he could walk down to the top of the city and go back to his den. The wind was really strong on this side of the city.
Mi Hu looked solemn. This time, it could be said that the person who came was extremely evil.
Li Tuimi in the Immortal Realm couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Okay, this time, it's no longer that little fat Yan who has gained weight and can eat meat. Looking at the other party's posture, he is also on the plate of Chinese food."
I saw that on the vast land south of the city head, there were a line of rows, with a total of fourteen seats, but the heights were different, and the size of the seats was even more different, just like the weirdest ancestral hall in the world.
This is different from the seating arrangement of the Patriarch Hall in Haoran Tianxia.
Except for the fourteen big monsters who looked very strange, the other so-called big monsters, familiar faces on the Sword Qi Great Wall in the past hundred years, now seemed less big monsters. They were originally the most eye-catching on every battlefield and attracted the most flying swords.
These prominent beings are now standing obediently behind the line.
These are the rules of the Wild World. They are simple, crude, and direct. They are even more straightforward than those on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. As for the Haoran World, which likes to be vain and arrogant the most, it is incomparable.
Chen Qingdu put his hands behind his back and chuckled softly: "My swordsmanship is high enough. Now look at the picture in front of me. It is a magnificent and beautiful artistic conception. I always feel that any sword can fall into place. What do you think?"
He stretched out his hands to hold the long sword, "I never think so much about drawing a sword."
Chen Qingdu glanced further to the south. He was worthy of being the master of this world. If he didn't take the initiative to show up, he wouldn't be able to find him if he was a little further away.
Chen Qingdu withdrew his gaze and looked at those guys who were making noises in battles. Some of them had dealt with each other before. Of course, they were due to various reasons, such as being lucky, escaping quickly, and having rough skin.
He wasn't hacked to death by himself. But it was all a long time ago. As for whether there are any stories "long after", it's hard to say.
The result of previous deductions was that by gathering the combat power of half of the wild world, one could conquer the Great Wall of Sword Qi. This was not a scare statement.
That's the truth.
It's just that these beasts, old and young, like to fight among themselves. In addition, the old immortal guy keeps dying and appearing and not appearing. There is no backbone for the leader, especially no one who can really restrain him, Chen Qingdu.
, after all, the sand was dispersed a bit. Many siege battles where victory was certain, but if the fighting was a little fierce and the muscles and bones were injured, a big monster would lead the army to retreat without permission, leading the tribal monsters back to recuperate, or
The Great Sword Immortals penetrated deep into the enemy's territory and killed a certain great demon. The other great demons began to occupy the power of the great demon that killed them, and they did not even care about the Great Wall of Sword Qi, which was useless even after the attack was successful.
Therefore, there was only one time in history, and it was considered the most dangerous time. It was the Hall of Heroes in the wild world, the rat's nest that Chen Qingdu called. On nearly half of the thrones, their respective masters appeared, and each swore an oath to divide the throne.
Good interests, and then there was that big battle. Probably that one was the real tragedy. If Chen Qing remembered correctly, he was the only one left on the entire city at that time.
On the other side, the formation was almost broken, completely cutting off the future of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
That time, many old people in the eyes of young swordsmen died, and many children in the eyes of young swordsmen died.
Chen Qingdu sighed and said slowly: "It's time for the three parties to have an outcome."
The survivors who have been prisoners for thousands of years should also have an explanation for themselves.
Far to the south.
There is a broken and upside-down mountain with countless huge rubbles penetrated and implicated by iron chains. The scenery of the upside-down mountain is similar. The top of the mountain faces the ground and the roots point to the sky. The high platform of the upside-down mountain is as flat as a mirror. Under the sunlight,
It is dazzling, like the largest gold and copper coin in the world. There is a big demon wearing a golden robe, whose appearance cannot be seen clearly.
The big demon stretched out his hand and grabbed a large handful of golden copper coins that were uncertain in reality. However, soon the copper coins flowed back to the ground from between the fingers like a person scooping water. After all, it was not real enough and it needed so many landscape gods in the world to complete it.
Only then will this golden throne of mine be worthy of its name. According to the agreement, when I leave the mountain this time, all the fragments of the golden body of the mountain and water god in the vast world will be my own. Unfortunately, it is not enough. It is far from enough.
, if you want to become an existence like the sun in the sky, with the Tao unfettered for thousands of years, and truly become an immortal existence, you have to eat more, it is best to be the true reincarnation of the legendary gods in heaven.
Eat to be truly full!
There is a large piece of Qionglou Yuyu hanging in the sky adjacent to each other. There is a big demon in human form sitting on the railing, like a miser guarding a huge family fortune alone. He smiles and looks at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. I have heard about that.
At the top of the city, farther north, there is the Tingyun Pavilion made of Xianjia jasper, and the Wanhe Residence where there are waves of pines and waves on a clear moonlit night. It seems that they can add a bit of color to your house, but it's just that
These are all tooth-beating sacrifices. Only when the Confucian Chen family, the "master of archways in the world", is located in Nan Posu Continent, are they occupied, can they be considered satisfied. Then, the small Aquarius Continent has an ancient ascension platform somewhere in the big world.
, it’s even better to have it in your pocket.
A huge god corpse floating in the air. There is a big demon sitting on the corpse's head. Next to it is a spear that penetrates the entire god's head. The body of the gun is hidden. Only the tip and tail of the spear are visible. There is a faint sound of thunder at the tip of the spear.
, the whole corpse was shaken by the shock. The big demon gently patted the tip of the sword. I heard that the Taoists in the world are good at the Five Thunder Methods, especially the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain in the Middle Earth Divine Continent.
We can meet for a while.
There is a withered skeleton made of numerous bones
On the throne, there are hundreds of thousands of corpses, both demons and sword cultivators. There is a big demon with white bones and no flesh and blood. His body is as white as jade. Under his feet is the head of an ancient great swordsman. He is being raped by the big demon who is holding a wine glass and drinking heavily.
Twisting his toes back and forth, the big demon stopped drinking by himself. He changed his sitting position, tilted the wine glass in his hand, and the bright red wine poured on the head. After a while, the head slowly rose into the air, and more and more wine was poured out of the glass.
, the head gave birth to blood, flesh, muscles and bones little by little, and finally turned into an old man about one foot tall, with an appearance no different from that of a human being. The big white-bone demon shook his sleeves, and a rainbow light flashed out. He was slightly stiff due to that movement.
The old man stretched out his hand to hold it. The dull old man with hollow eyes held the rainbow light for a moment, like a sword fairy holding a sword, with majestic momentum.
There is an ancient column with a height of thousands of feet, engraved with runes that have been lost for a long time. There is a long scarlet snake circling around, surrounded by indifferent dragon beads, which are circulating erratically. The long snake spits out a message and stares at it.
Blocking the wall, smashing the rotten fence that has been standing for thousands of years, and then smashing the upside-down mountain, it has only one purpose, it is the last little guy in the world who can barely be regarded as a real dragon. From then on, complete the road
, it has the final say in the movement of clouds and rain in the two worlds, and the laws of water and heaven.
A tattered robe slowly emerged. There was nothing inside the robe. It fluttered in the wind and made a hunting sound.
When this inexplicable ownerless robe appeared, in the heaven and earth near the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there were ancient Sword Wills who were as excited as if they had met old friends, more Sword Wills were whimpering, and countless Sword Wills were fierce and increasingly irritable.
, as if angrily criticizing the gray robe.
A beautiful woman wearing an imperial crown and a black dragon robe, with the head of a dragon and the body of a dragon, sits high on a dragon chair the size of a mountain peak. The extremely long body of the dragon drags on the ground. Every time the tip of its tail gently taps the ground, it will
It was a violent tremor with a radius of hundreds of miles, and dust flew up. Compared to her huge body, there were hundreds of graceful women as small as dust around her, like flying apsaras on the murals, with colorful ribbons fluttering and pipa in their arms.
There was a short old man with a sword hovering in the air. His arms were as long as those of an ape, and he carried a long stick on his shoulders. His hands were resting on the stick casually. He had white eyebrows and hair, but was dressed in black. His sword was spinning slowly, and occasionally he
Inhaling, he sucked one or two pipa girls from the neighbor into his mouth, and chewed them carefully. In one of the old man's hands, he carried a string of rosary beads, but the rosary beads were quite rough, with large and small sizes and sharp edges.
of stones.
The woman sitting on a dragon chair and wearing a crown near the old man didn't take it seriously. She waved her sleeves and took the initiative to slap more than a dozen "handmaids" towards the old man, letting them devour them.
A Taoist wearing a snow-white robe is sitting in the air, his face is blurred, and he is three hundred feet tall. However, he is either a dharma image or his true body. There is a bright crescent moon hovering behind the Taoist, as if he has been plucked from the sky and brought to the human world.
There was the giant with three heads and six arms, sitting on a huge futon made of golden books. Even though he was sitting on the floor like this, he was still taller than the "neighbor" Taoist, and there was a shocking sword mark on his chest.
, as deep as a ravine, and the giant did not deliberately cover it up. Such a shame and humiliation, when will it be restored, and when will it be wiped away easily.
At a very high place, there was a neatly dressed bearded man with a sword on his waist and a sword on his back. Next to him stood a young man with a sword stand on his back. He was dressed in ragged clothes and had many swords in the sword stand. He was carried behind his back by a thin young man.
Like a peacock spreading its wings.
The last time all the heroes gathered for a secret meeting in the Hall of Heroes, he was not present even though he had clearly received the edict. He was not willing to show up, but no one dared to say anything at that time.
Higher up, there is a man in a Confucian shirt sitting upright, with a smile on his face, his hands folded on his abdomen, and a ball of light the size of a fist in his palm, suddenly white, suddenly dark, and suddenly colorful.
An extremely handsome young man, neither high nor low in position. Not only has he transformed into a human form, but his stature is only the same as that of an ordinary person. However, upon closer inspection, his face is made up of pieces. There is a helmet hanging around his waist.
There is a long-standing sword-raising gourd, which contains the remaining souls of the Sword Immortal, as well as many natal flying swords that have worn out their spirits. He is similar to the great demons sitting high and low around him. He has not been in the world for too long. Sword-raising
The things inside the gourd are all worshiped by generations of disciples and grandchildren.
A burly man wearing golden armor stood with his feet on the ground, his fists clenched, and golden light as thick as oil and water constantly flowed out from the gaps in the armor. However, the rank of this immortal soldier tends to be fragmented.
His golden armor is not a treasure that he wears on his own initiative, but a cage like a small world.
Thousands of years ago, the human race reached the top, and the demon race was expelled to a barbarian land with a vast territory but poor products and spiritual energy. Then the sword cultivators were moved to the area where the Sword Qi Great Wall is now, and began to build cities and defend it. This is what is now called the barbaric world.
, one of the people after the human world was divided into four in the past. When the wild world had just officially become "one world", the heaven and earth were first formed, like a newborn baby, and the great road was still in its embryonic form and was not yet stable. There are three people on this side of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
The criminal sword cultivators, headed by Chen Qingdu, asked for swordsmanship in Tuoyue Mountain. After that, the Demon Ancestor disappeared without a trace, and the dragons were leaderless. This formed the confrontation between the wild world and the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and that mouth was called
The ancient well known as the Hall of Heroes was both a meeting place for the great demons later and a place of detention. In fact, Tuoyue Mountain was the earliest imperial palace similar to a secular dynasty. However, after the battle at Tuoyue Mountain, Chen Qing was alone.
Returning to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Tuoyue Mountain was in such disrepair that they had to build a "side capital" Hall of Heroes to discuss matters. However, in the history of ten thousand years, the fourteen thrones have never been gathered together. At most six or seven, it is already considered rare in the wild world.
Major matters need to be discussed, and as few as two or three big demons can make decisions and make oaths there.
After that sudden change and an earth-shattering fight, countless wild dragons and snakes emerged from the mountains and rivers, swarming up and establishing their own territories. This man in golden armor was the most outstanding among them. In the wild land,
After that battle, the trace of the only one who could convince the crowd was lost. He wanted to fight for the identity of the leader of the world. However, according to the rules, he climbed to the top of Tuoyue Mountain and failed. He was punished and was responsible for guarding Tuoyue Mountain.
Several big demons from Yueshan worked together to imprison him at the bottom of the ancient well in the Hall of Heroes.
Unexpectedly, he conspired with the outside world and finally managed to break free. It happened that a little Taoist priest riding a bull traveled around the wild world and arrived at the ancient well. He stood on the mouth of the well, stretched out a finger, and finally broke free from the shackles and climbed up.
The big demon who came out of the bottom of the well was gently pressed back to the bottom of the well. A finger not only pushed him back into the prison at the bottom of the well, but also golden light poured down, firmly trapping this extremely senior big demon. He suffered a huge loss.
Demons have a long life since ancient times, which is far from being comparable to that of humans raised by ancient gods. Once they choose to lie dormant, the passage of time will have minimal impact on them. Only then did the old man finally reappear, allowing him to
The sinful body will make up for the mistakes.
The motionless horizontal line to the south.
The mountains hang upside down, and the big demon in golden robes.
The big demon sitting alone on the railing in the jade room of Qiong Tower is like the ancient immortal recorded in the book of Haoran Tianxia.
The man on the head of the god's corpse, and the spear piercing the corpse's head beside him, contain the purest thunder and divine will in the wild world.
On the Throne of Bones, it transformed an ancient great swordsman into a puppet who returned to his peak state.
The long scarlet snake surrounding the column is like the master of all water gods in the wild world.
The Taoist priest in snow-white robes refined half of the essence of one of the three moons in the wild world into a natal creature.
The three-headed and six-armed giant once took the lead in scaling the Great Wall of Sword Qi and survived a single blow from Chen Qingdu. Now in the vast world, the territory of the Patriarch's Hall, no matter how big or small, will be shattered.
The dragon-robed woman with the imperial crown aspires to become the co-owner of the nine continents in the vast world. The orderly flow of incense in the world and the rebirth of the gods are all under her control. In exchange for the price, she will give her the one she owns.
Yiluohe gave a gift to another great demon of the same generation. From then on, they would no longer engage in the same-sex fight within the world. Before this, neither side believed in the other, and both wanted to eat the other. Now, everyone
They are not the same, and each has a greater desire.
The owner of the broken robe was once one of the sword cultivators of his generation who left the Great Wall of Sword Qi with Chen Qingdu and asked the Sword Tuo Yueshan. He was once a close friend of the boss sword immortal.
Standing next to him was the bearded man who was the only disciple. He had fought with A-Liang, had drinks with him, and once had nothing to do, so he helped the old blind man move the mountain.
The man in Confucian robes is going to go to the vast world and rebuild the mountains and rivers after the human world is completely broken, and then use his knowledge to educate the common people, regardless of their differences.
The great demon who has been restrained by the golden armor for countless years not only wants to go to the Haoran world, but also leads his army to the Qingming world and Baiyujing.
The old man Yujian wanted to refine all the five famous mountains in the world into his own products. He also wanted to smash the nine Xiongzhen Towers with his own hands, and then ask Bai Ze personally what he was thinking.
The handsome man with a sword gourd tied around his waist feels that his ambition is the smallest, but he just wants to win over all the beauties in the world. The monastic woman on the mountain, even if she loses her face, it is not impossible to live, and she will not want to lose her face.
Those who are alive do not need him to take action, there are thousands of ways to die waiting for them.
These fourteen great monsters are the pinnacle of the wild world today.
Most of them are awakened from endless sleep.
Part of it is that even though he has always been awake, throughout the long history, he has always stayed in his old nest, choosing to stand by and watch the war on the Sword Qi Great Wall, and never intervene in the siege there that happens to happen once every hundred years.
The seats in the Hall of Valor are not static, and the number is not fixed. When some fall, the throne will break on its own and fall to the bottom of the well. Some juniors will rise.
, you can occupy a place in the Hall of Heroes. There is no distinction between seniority and qualifications. The one with higher combat power will have a higher throne, and the weak should look up to others. The history of the wild world is a story of the strong stepping on the corpses of ants and gradually ascending.
And in the history of achieving immortal achievements, there are also secular dynasties that are not inferior to the vast world, rising up on the earth, with large and small rules and etiquette, but in the end they all ended badly, they could not be retained at all, and they could not withstand it.
Some great monsters who turned from neutrality to hostile stance were trampled, and in the long river of time, they will always be short-lived.
Incomparable tyranny of an individual is always the ultimate pursuit of the strong men in the wild world.
Other than that, it's all nonsense.
All the internal friction, the destruction of thousands of monster clans, and the disappearance of countless ants are all solid steps for a single strong person to reach the top.
Then this small group of existences check and balance each other to avoid going to destruction together, which is the only rule in this world. The existence of the Hall of Valor and the increase or decrease of every new and old throne in the ancient well are all due to the rules.
All fourteen big demons suddenly fell to the ground.
From the central area, an old man in gray slowly walked out, holding a child in his hand.
The child was holding a bun on his head in his hand, and the man was still staring at him when he was dying. He was completely fearless, but he seemed to have a great hatred.
Behind the gray-clothed old man and the child, followed a bowed and bent Ascension Realm great demon. It was the great demon who was responsible for presiding over the last siege battle. He was also the one who was being chased by the new swordsman at the head of the city. The great demon
He named himself Chongguang, and he was an ancient existence with a respected status in the wild world.
Naturally, the great demon Chongguang did not dare to reveal his true form and walked swaggering behind the old man in gray.
After the gray-clothed old man stopped, Chongguang followed the former's instructions and strode forward, approaching the Great Sword Qi Wall alone, and said loudly: "In the next battle, the sword immortal who does not use his sword with all his strength will be the day the Great Sword Qi Wall is breached.
Don’t die! From now on, whether you want to travel in the wild world or go to the vast world to see the scenery, you can come and go freely. The rest of the sword cultivators of the lower five realms who are at the top of the city. Those who are unwilling to draw their swords and those who leave the city are all my wild world.
Your first-class distinguished guest, a distinguished guest!"
Above the city, there was silence.
Dong Sangen sneered and said: "The beasts of the upper five realms in the south will die first if they reach the top of the city first."
Chongguang turned his head, after all, even if he wanted to say harsh words, it would not be his turn.
The old man in gray clothes patted the child's head and said, "Go, you were old friends. Now, as the direct disciples of Tuoyue Mountain, I would like to greet Chen Qing."
The child grabbed the glaring head with dried blood in one hand and walked out slowly, faster and faster, with a thunderous momentum. The last one stood still, threw the head heavily, and rolled to the ground.
The owner of that head is a great swordsman from the Great Wall of Sword Qi who has been hiding in the wild world for six hundred years. Not only is he highly skilled in swordsmanship, he is also proficient in the art of vertical and horizontal manipulation. Many great demons attack each other because of this person.
Start planning.
The child felt a little aggrieved, and turned around and said: "Master, my level is too low now, and there is a lot of sword energy over the city, so I can't throw it on the city."
The old man in gray clothes smiled and said: "As long as it comes to your mind, not to mention the eyes of those sword immortals are very good."
The child grinned and looked away, looking at the young man next to the bearded man with some provocation.
The young man said nothing, but the swords behind him were all unsheathed.
The old man in gray clothes looked up at the top of the city. Only the boss swordsman, Chen Qingdu, was in his eyes.
Chen Qingdu put his hands behind his back, looked down at the earth, looked at him, then stretched out his hand, casually pulled out the head of an Ascension Realm demon from the prison north of the city, and then was killed by Chen Qingdu.
Holding it in his hand for a moment, he smiled and said: "This head has been reserved for you for so many years. It is also a direct descendant of Tuoyue Mountain."
The old man in gray clothes smiled and said: "Chen Qingdu, I haven't seen you for ten thousand years, are you already so powerful?"
After a pause, the old man finally asked: "Then let you die again?"
Many foreign swordsmen on the city were at a loss.
Chen Qingdu said: "It's true that I have been holding back my resentment for thousands of years underground. No wonder I spoke so loudly when I opened my mouth."
The old man in gray clothes shook his head, "I heard that the new sword is called Changqi. It doesn't work. No, it doesn't work."
Chen Qingdu always put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Only if you are a girl can you know whether I can do it or not."
There were whistles all over the city.
It seems that not only the sword cultivators in the city like this.
In fact, Sword Immortal is pretty much the same.
The child returned to the old man in gray and shook his master's sleeve, "These words are convincing."
The old man in gray clothes was not annoyed at all. He lowered his head to look at the retreating disciple who was still looking for him but still had an incomplete soul. Instead, he smiled and said: "These people, whether they are alive or dead, or sword cultivators, are the best at talking.
If you want to learn this most unskilled skill in the future, you can learn it at Haoran Tianxia."
The big demon sitting on the railing of the Xian family's mansion laughed out loud and said: "You, Chen Qingdu, are really respectable, hateful and pitiable, but you are the most pitiable. Imprisoning these big demons without killing them serves as a sword sharpener for the Sword Immortal."
The stone, as well as the output of that alchemy workshop, should be scolded by scholars all over the world, right? Holding the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi here to wait for death, you are also hated by your own people? Do you think you are pitiful? Are you pitiful?
If you die once and have your spine stabbed in the back, Chen Qingdu, Chen Qingdu, if it were me and you, it would be easier to die."
Chen Qing didn't even look at this peak monster.
Looking left and right at those ethereal Qionglou Yuyu, he asked: "Are you worthy of talking to the boss Sword Immortal?"
The big demon smiled and said: "I may not be qualified enough to talk to Chen Qingdu, but I should be quite qualified to talk to you."
The child walked out alone again, and finally walked to the head, stepped on the head of the Great Sword Immortal, raised his head and said with a smile: "I am twelve years old now, don't you Sword Qi Great Wall have many geniuses? Come and join me.
You guys who are about the same age have fought with me! I won’t bully you, any sword cultivator under the age of thirty can do it, just remember to bring a few more semi-immortal weapon magic weapons or something else, otherwise it won’t be enough!”
The old swordsman Qi Tingji frowned and said: "This little brat hopes that Ning Yao will show up and exchange his life for his life. He wants you to leave the city so that the old guy can occupy the right time and place."
Chen Qingdu nodded and said with a smile: "That's the idea. But it doesn't matter. If you can't resist this little provocation, how can you defend the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"
Chen Qingdu waved.
A group of young people appeared behind him, more than ten people, including Pang Yuanji, Chen Sanqiu and Dong Huafu.
Of course, there are also Ning Yao who has already left seclusion, and Chen Pingan, who was originally standing in the pavilion of Zhanlong Cliff.
Chen Qingdu stretched out his arm, raised the head, turned around and said with a smile: "Who can return the favor for me?"
Ning Yao took a step forward, but was held down by a hand on his shoulder.
Chen Ping'an said: "I'll go."
Chen Qingdu smiled and said: "Aren't you afraid of using up your only chance? Then what will happen in the next war?"
Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "We'll talk about it then."
Chen Qingdu threw the head of the Ascension Realm demon casually, "Relax your hands and feet and have a good fight."
Wearing a green shirt, he jumped up to the top of the city, then stepped on the air and ran down the wall. Then he suddenly stood still, as if his feet were rooted, and his knees squatted slightly. With a bang, he shot towards the south like an arrow.
The earth just caught the falling head, picked it up with one hand, held it behind with the other, and finally fell to the ground.
On the ground, the child tiptoed, grabbed the dusty sword fairy's head in his hand, and moved forward slowly.
The two sides are more than a hundred steps apart.
Chen Qingdu sneered and said: "The outcome off the court is decided between you and me, who comes forward and takes a blow, how about that?"
The old man in gray clothes nodded and said, "Why not?"
On the field, the two sides were facing each other, and the child smiled and stretched out his hand.
Chen Pingan directly threw the big demon head, and the child also raised his arm and threw the sword fairy head high, intentionally or unintentionally.
The child did not reach out to pick up the head of Tuo Yueshan's fellow demon, but trampled it to the ground, patted the blood on his body, leaned forward, and then crossed his arms across his chest, "You guy, you look light and airy, not enough
Fight."
The young man in a green shirt took the head, held it in front of him, and gently wiped the face of the unknown great swordsman with one hand, letting him close his eyes.
But just this action is a huge flaw.
After the child punched him, he stepped back dozens of feet in a green shirt. A not too deep ravine was drawn on the ground, but he still stood firm.
The child stood where the young man had stood, nodded, and said cheerfully: "It's not bad, you can play with me for a while longer."
Chen Pingan turned his head and looked around. The head of the Sword Immortal in his hand disappeared out of thin air. Yue Qing, the Great Sword Immortal, put his head under his arm and cupped his fists towards the young man.
The child smiled and said: "It's just a chance for you to punch. After that, I will attack with all my strength. You will die very quickly. Compared with my original opponent Ning Yao, her pair of useless dads
Mom, you must die much faster."
Chen Ping'an turned to look at the child, then lowered his head, rolled up his sleeves, raised the corners of his mouth, and finally the smile on his face became more and more, his eyes became more and more silent, and with the pain and depression in his heart, Dejinglong just raised his head.