film world traveler

"no name?"

"nameless!"

Thousands of people asked: "No name?"

"Why do you need a name?"

"Some swordsmen are more famous for their shurikens than they are for themselves. For some swordsmen, many people only remember him. When they hear his name, they know that he is a skilled swordsman, but they don't know.

The name of his sword."

"There are so many people in the world who are seeking fame and reputation. Most of them rely on external things to become famous, and they don't get it."

In the world of martial arts, there are most peerless swordsmen such as Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue, Xie Xiaofeng, Dugu Qiubai, etc. Very few people know the names of the swords they hold, because the value of a good sword has not reached an extremely critical level.

In the world of cultivation, magic weapons are very valuable and may play a decisive role in victory or defeat. Their importance cannot be generalized to that of weapons in martial arts.

Of course, Chen Jun knew that his words were biased, but in a group of demons, facing the big bosses of the demon sect, he would not be able to attract people if he did not say anything shocking, was unconventional, and even shocked people.

Hum~

Fairy Sanmiao on the side sneered, and glanced at the long sword on the table that was obscured by the gods. Even in a mocking tone, her voice was still gentle: "You actually said some nonsense about an unknown mortal sword. I think you are like this."

That Jianghu swordsman is so arrogant and arrogant that he doesn't know the heights of the sky and the sky, but the shining light dares to compete with the magic weapon."

Chen Jun said calmly: "Why can't we compare? The divine sword is self-obstructed, so why is it not a magic weapon? Why can't it defeat a magic weapon? How would you know if you don't try it?"

Zhengzheng~zhengzheng~

It seems that as Chen Jun defends the sword, this long sword, known as a mortal weapon, trembles slightly with excitement, and is excited and active. The sword body emits a clear light like a stream of autumn water, and each ray of clear light is dazzling.

His eyes completely suppressed the light of the Luan Shen Sword beside him.

And when the last sentence was completed, the long sword suddenly erupted with an extremely sharp sword intent, and flew towards Fairy Sanmiao on Chen Jun's right like a silver-white sword.

This move was so fast that everyone was too stunned to react in time, but as Fairy Sanmiao slammed the table, the sword energy shattered.

It was obvious that Fairy Sanmiao did not expect the scene just now to happen. Even though she smashed the sword intent afterwards, she was not aware of it, which showed that she was incompetent.

At this moment, her silver face was covered with frost, and her eyes were cold as she looked at the young man nearby. If it weren't for the hands of thousands of people from the Ghost King Sect, who were blocking his way, she would have started a fight at this moment.

"How?" Chen Jun asked.

The Ghost King Sect glanced at the long sword on the table, with a flash of heat in his eyes, and said with a smile, "We were mistaken. This sword has great spirituality. Even the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon is far inferior. It can be called a spiritual sword, and the sword has a clear spirit."

There are hidden mysteries, and over time it has the potential to become a peerless treasure, which is not an extravagant hope."

"Brother Wan has a lot of experience, what about you?" He turned his eyes and looked at the two old Poison Gods and Fairy Sanmiao on the left and right.

Everyone looked at him in shock. He didn't expect that he had just resolved his provocation. At this time, he asked again, did he really think they were not angry?

Xiao Yicai's pupils shrank, and he realized that Junior Brother Chen's crazy behavior at this moment was completely different from the humble, polite and dignified image he had when they first met.

What medicine did you buy in this gourd?

Although he didn't know clearly, he held the sword tightly in his hand and had already made up his mind to take advantage of the chaos and take him out to kill him.

"Arrogant kid, you are looking for death!"

When Fairy Sanmiao Yingya drank, even the old poison god of Wandu Sect on the left looked at Chen Jun with a sharp look.

Their tolerance does not mean that they are regressing, but rather that they do not want to lower their status and fight with their juniors.

"Master~"

A soul-stirring voice was melodious, and Jin Ping'er's beautiful eyes flashed: "Why don't you let the disciple take action? When Ping'er was looking for a weapon, he took a sword from him when he was injured in South Vietnam. I still remember his cruel heart.

Woolen cloth."

"You need your juniors to fight, so why are you lowering your status?" Ten Thousand People tried to persuade him.

"Wu Yan." The old Poison God glanced at him, "You should also take action and see this swordsman's brilliant moves."

"yes!"

Behind the old poison god, the young man with a face like a crown jewel and an elegant demeanor nodded slightly, turned his eyes sideways, and showed an apologetic smile that was harmless to humans and animals.

If they didn’t know that he was from the Demon Sect, the Wan Du Sect, perhaps many people would be deceived by this smile, but the Wan Du Sect is the most insidious and vicious sect in the Demon Sect, which can make people die without knowing how, and almost everyone’s

No one dares to look down on people from this sect.

Chen Jun glanced at Qin Wuyan of the Wandu Sect and Jin Ping'er of the Hehuan Sect. These two people are the future leaders of the Demon Sect. If Zhang Xiaofan's incarnation of Gui Li is still there, then the three young masters of the Demon Sect will be here.

"Since two people are here, luckily you can come too." Chen Jun pointed at Qinglong, a man standing behind thousands of people.

"Me?" Qinglong looked surprised and pointed at himself, not believing it.

"Then let's satisfy him, it's just a competition." Wanwan smiled, and he was also curious in his heart about how deep the person in front of him was, and whether he was just a fake gun with a silver tip and just talk without practicing.

"Sir, Ping'er has been offended."

As soon as the wonderful sound came out, almost at the same time as it was spoken, a purple electric light slashed towards Chen Jun's body. It came out of the blue and struck like lightning, making it almost impossible to dodge.

On the other side, Qinglong stood calmly behind tens of thousands of people, seemingly unwilling to carry out a sneak attack. Qin Wuyan only took a slight step forward, with his hands on his sleeves.

The sharp blade roared through the air, and the purple light blade in Jin Ping'er's hand cut into the air from top to bottom. The purple air on the blade was like mist, and the sword light carried a strong Yin aura, passing through the air, forming a layer of

Light ice crystals.

Back when he was in the Nanyue Kingdom, Jin Ping'er was seriously injured. Now, one year later, his injuries have completely recovered, and his striking skills are almost as powerful as those of the leader of the Qingyun Sect.

The cold light flickered, but Chen Jun's figure did not move at all. He only heard a pop sound, and the figure in front of him fell into a dreamy bubble and split, and at the same time, the long sword on the table disappeared.

call!

A bolt of lightning rushed in the opposite direction and shot straight at the sharp-edged magic weapon in Jin Ping'er's hand.

clang.

Gold and iron collided, and waves of waves spread all around. Even if tens of thousands of people came, the demon sect lords such as the Old Poison God suppressed it, and the wine in the wine glass on the table in front of them slowly rippled.

Thousands of people said in a calm voice: "If you want to fight, don't fight here. Qinglong, take action."

Staggering!!

Suddenly there was an excited whisper, and the Chaos God's sword on the table flew out like a dragon, dividing the entire space in half, and suddenly stabbed at the edge of the table.

The magic weapon flew forward, and Chen Jun raised his eyebrows, showing a bit of dignity. He blocked the sword with his backhand, and his figure was shot backwards like a big bird, flying out of the treasure ship.

In mid-air, a purple light and a white light chased each other, piercing the sky. Qin Wuyan walked slowly, standing proudly on the bow of the ship, wearing a purple and gold robe, looking at the three figures fighting in the center of the lake with a smile.