The Ten Directions of Heaven and Earth

As the cold voice fell, three rays of sword light suddenly came from the distance and landed on the ground. They instantly transformed into three old men. The man in the middle was wearing green clothes and had a stern face. He must be the one who spoke just now. The man on the left He has white hair and beard, and three cold flying swords are suspended behind his back. The man on the right is wearing purple clothes, with cold eyes, and the palms of his hands secretly transporting real energy, and he stands there without saying a word.

These three people have a high status in Zangfeng Valley. They are the three sword-making elders of Zangfeng Valley. They have many disciples. Now that they see these disciples being injured by Xiao Chen, the three people's expressions are extremely gloomy. For hundreds of years, they have never No one dared to provoke Zangfeng Valley like this, let alone the one who came today was a junior, and he was the only one.

The elder in green in the middle said coldly, "Xiao Yichen! You did many evil things in the past, had no shame, had an affair with the demon sect's witch, killed many Xuanmen seniors, and tarnished your master Miaoyin Fairy Yaotai, but now you still don't repent and force your way into me." Gu, you have hurt countless of my disciples, how could someone like you be worse than a beast come out of Lingyin’s sect!”

"Why are you talking to him so much? Look at the sword!"

The white-haired elder on the left had stern eyes. He shouted coldly and immediately activated his true energy. The three flying swords behind him immediately turned into three rays of lightning and slashed towards Xiao Chen. He himself also flew over in an instant, and At that time, the whole square was filled with strong winds and the sword aura enveloped it.

Facing such powerful flying swords, Xiao Chen's expression remained unchanged. He raised his left hand and a strong wind blew out from his sleeve. With a "boom", the three flying swords were pushed into the air.

I saw the three flying swords trembling in mid-air, unable to move forward at all. The golden light on the swords also dimmed a lot, and the white-haired elder felt as if he had been hit hard. He was in mid-air, and there seemed to be a tower in front of him. The mountains were blocking his path, preventing him from moving forward at all.

Looking back at Xiao Chen, I saw that his eyes were cold, his left hand was slightly raised, his sleeves were windless and automatic, and his whole body was calm and relaxed, as if he had not used even 30% of his strength.

"Elder..."

The surrounding disciples were all stunned. In their hearts, the sword-making elder was like an immortal and an expert. Could it be that he was so powerless against this person?

In mid-air, the white-haired elder seemed to be struggling more and more. Forced by Xiao Chen's energy, he could not move forward at all, let alone attack. However, he had just used his sword at full power, and there was no room for maneuver. Now it is obvious that we are riding a tiger and cannot get off the momentum.

He never expected that the young man in front of him had such profound skills. The strength of the other party at this moment was completely a pure internal force, without any Xuanmen skills. Just such a mellow internal force, He has been forced to do this, what will happen if the other party takes action?

"Stop being so arrogant!"

At this moment, the elder in purple clothes on the right suddenly let out a loud shout, then jumped up and slapped Xiao Chen with a palm. He saw the true energy condensed in his palm, and in an instant, a huge palm print was formed in mid-air. Under the palm wind, the trees in the entire square suddenly swayed and leaves flew everywhere.

All the disciples felt deeply suffocated and retreated into the distance, especially those with less advanced skills. They were already dizzy at this moment and could not bear it any longer.

Faced with such a shocking palm, Xiao Chen still turned a blind eye. He raised his right hand slightly, and a palm wind swept up the leaves on the ground and flew them into the air. With a "bang", the purple-clothed elder's palm force was pressed against the palm without any suspense. in the air.

At this time, not only the disciples were shocked, but even some old men in the distance were horrified, and they were all secretly guessing, what level of cultivation had this person reached? How could he withstand the attacks of the two sword-making elders so easily...

The two sword-making elders were in mid-air, covered by each other's deep inner strength, and gradually became a little breathless, but Xiao Chen remained calm and calm, without even frowning.

Just when everyone was horrified, they saw his inner strength shake, and a ray of mysterious light centered on him, surging out in a ring, immediately knocking away the surrounding Zangfeng Valley disciples, and even the palace buildings in the distance were almost shaken. collapse.

When the two sword-making elders saw this, they immediately reacted and instantly covered their bodies with a layer of sword light protection. Unexpectedly, the other party's internal energy surged over, causing them to vomit blood and fly away.

This time, everyone present looked horrified. Even Ling Xuanzi could not imagine that his cultivation was so terrifying!

Liu Xuanyin finally changed his expression. He never expected that in just ten years, this man's cultivation would reach such a terrifying level. At the same time, a hatred gradually rose in his heart. The stronger Xiao Chen became at this moment, he The hatred he felt became even deeper, because this person was Ling Yin's apprentice.

Nowadays, the spiritual power of Xianyuan Ancient Land has been strengthened, and a great era has quietly arrived. The cultivation of his disciples is advancing by leaps and bounds. Naturally, there are talented people under his disciples, such as his eldest disciple Ye Ru Nian, and his close disciple Liu Chengfeng. Everyone is talented, but something is missing.

Liu Xuanyin clearly understood in his heart that his two apprentices were considered outstanding among the younger generations, but compared with Ling Yin's apprentice in front of him, they were like the light of the stars covered by the bright moon. Even if he no longer wanted to admit it, this was still a fact.

And it's not just Xiao Yichen. There is another person in the Xuanqing Sect. Among all the sects in the five realms of Xianyuan, no one of the younger generations can compare with him. That person is Qian Yu Nishang, who originally worshiped the Xuanqing Sect from the Tianmen.

Qianyu Nishang is recognized by all sects. In recent years, she is the only one of the most proud women with peerless talents like Ling Yin. Although Ling Yin is an innate person with three flowers, Qianyu Nishang has also achieved success with her own ability. The three flowers gathered together, and their current cultivation level has surpassed that of many seniors. There is almost no doubt that they will reach the fairyland in the future...

Thinking of this, Liu Xuanyin found it even more difficult to calm down. Since Xuanzu retired to seclusion more than 600 years ago, has Zangfeng Valley ever produced such an outstanding person? Even he himself can't do it...

And when the Patriarch founded the Zangfeng Valley, he shocked everyone with his ancient "Zangfeng" sword, and could compete with the Xuanqing Sect, which was famous all over the world at that time. How prosperous it was at that time...

Now that he's here, Zangfeng Valley is in such decline. Today, one of Ling Yin's disciples comes to challenge him. If he doesn't win this son today, how will Zangfeng Valley's face be saved!

"Zheng!"

There was a sharp sound, and the whole square was suddenly filled with sword energy. However, it was not Liu Xuanyin who sacrificed the fairy sword, but the elder among the three sword-making elders, the elder in green who was the leader, sacrificed the fairy sword.

But I saw green light blooming on the sword, as if it was covered with dragon scales, and there were vague dragon shadows surrounding the sword. The name of this sword is "Dragon Scale", although it is not among the four famous swords of Zangfeng Valley, "Jingzhe", "Jingzhe" and "Dragon Scale". "Grain Rain", "Cold Dew", and "Frost" are listed, but they are by no means trivial.