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A sword mountain tomb was erected high.

Buried under the ground is the number one martial arts commentator in the world today, tightly and airtight.

The sword mountain did not waver at all, and no ups and downs could be seen from it.

"Wang Xianzhi was actually buried?" the master of the Wu Family Sword Tomb asked one after another. It was hard to believe the scene in front of him.

Wu Liuding silently looked at the Jianshan Mountain that penetrated into the sky in the distance, and a figure slowly fell from the sky.

"Li Chungang's two-sleeved green snake is already cool and domineering enough, but I didn't expect that the sword god in white would be even more domineering, so domineering that it makes people speechless.

Cuihua, do you think I have the chance to reach this level in my life?"

The woman, who looked ordinary and boring, opened her mouth and found it difficult to speak.

Wu Liuding laughed at himself, stretched out his hand to hold the hand of the woman named Cuihua, and shook it, "It doesn't matter if I can't reach it. I'll be satisfied with your sauerkraut for the rest of my life. I still have you, right? You still have a chance."

of."

The woman didn't speak or nod, but her face was extremely solemn.

Many sword tomb masters in the surroundings cast their gaze over and saw his reaction, feeling slightly sad. Looking at the eight hundred years of Wu family sword tomb history, even the first generation founder of the sword tomb could achieve such a shocking feat of lifting two hundred thousand swords.

Perhaps our hope lies in Deng Tai'a, who fused the killing sword into one sword from the East China Sea.

Wu Liuding and Qi Jiajie no longer wanted to compete with each other.

All the masters in the sword graveyard next to them looked at the man in white in the distance and gave up the idea of ​​watching the sword fight. Even though it was so exciting and passionate before, it pales in comparison to the scene in front of them, like two children holding swords.

They held wooden sticks and gestured to each other at the entrance of the village, as if they were joking.

In the southern sky, a group of people stopped moving forward.

The ancestors of the Wu family's Jianzhong, who traveled thousands of miles from the Western Barrier of Western Chu, and Chai Qingshan and his disciples of Jianchi in the East, looked into the distance at the Jianshan Mountain that moved thousands of feet, and could no longer take their eyes away.

Shan Yiyi, a woman, asked simply: "Master, master, that man in white emptied the swords from our Dongyue Sword Pond."

Chai Qingshan's heart surged, "I can see it as a teacher."

Shan Baiyi asked innocently: "Should we teach him a lesson?"

Song Tinglu snickered, and Chai Qingshan couldn't help but take a breath and reprimanded: "What are you trying to teach us? It's not enough to teach us a lesson."

The inexperienced Shan Yiyi blushed and didn't understand what was wrong. The senior brother Song Tinglu beside him whispered: "That's the sword god in white, the second in martial arts evaluation."

"Senior brother, what is Wu Ping?"

Song Tinglu was speechless and said helplessly to this little junior sister: "You just need to know that master can't defeat the man in white."

Chai Qingshan's head was suddenly covered with black lines.

The ancestors of the Wu Family's Jianzhong and others snickered.

"Master, master." Dan Yiyi from Dongyue Jianchi looked into the distance and said eagerly: "The man in white is coming over."

Chai Qingshan, the ancestor of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, immediately held his breath and concentrated, while Yuan Tingyue held the air of a martial arts master.

"I've seen Jianzhong and Jianchi."

Not saying his name was a bit scornful, but Chai Qingshan, Jianzhong Ancestor and other masters did not dare to be careless and returned the favor: "I have seen the Sword God!"

Chen Jundao: "I borrowed the sword from Jianzhong today. Something happened suddenly. I am willing to apologize to Jianzhong. I can put forward the conditions."

When the masters around him heard this, their breathing suddenly became heavy. The sword god who is currently expected to be the best master in the world, it is self-evident what it means to promise such a condition, but the Wu Family Sword Tomb has its own pride. The ancestor said proudly:

"The top of Emperor Wu's city is filled with the swords of the best swordsmen in the world, and the Sword God can use the Wu Family Sword Tomb and Sword Mountain to suppress the old monster Wang, which is a big sigh of relief for the swordsmen in the world. What conditions would the Sword Tomb require? If there are any

If necessary, there’s no harm in moving Jianshan empty!”

Suppression, can a Wu family sword tomb suppress Wang Xianzhi?

Chen Jun glanced at Jianshan and said with a smile: "Thank you so much Jianzhong."

He looked at Chai Qingshan again: "I also made the sword in Dongyue Jianchi. What conditions does Sect Master Chai have?"

Chai Qingshan felt many eyes falling on him, with an embarrassed expression and some hesitation. Dongyue Jianchi was different from the Sword Tomb. According to his disciples, many famous swords were lost. But in this situation, there are ancestors of the Sword Tomb.

With all the words of wisdom in front of him, if he puts forward conditions, Dongyue Jianchi will never raise his head in front of the sword tomb in the future, for fear that he will die of embarrassment.

"Master, your newly made sword hydrosol has been lost."

A woman answered seriously and innocently. Chai Qingshan blushed and glared at Shan Baiyi. The latter's voice became quieter and quieter, as thin as a mosquito: "Master, there is also the white frost sword you promised me."

Chai Qingshan looked serious, but his heart was dripping with blood as he said: "The Sword God is making a joke, but Jianzhong has a wish to sword for the world's swordsmen, and our Dongyue Sword Pool is not weaker than him!"

Chen Jun smiled inwardly, and then noticed the female disciple next to Chai Qingshan. Her figure had just begun to show signs of protruding. The baby's chubby face was losing weight, and the beauty with an oval-shaped face surfaced. She was dressed in white.

Xue, carries a long sword with a white sheath that complements the others, and especially has a simple red sandalwood hairpin on her head.

The purple hairpin is like a sword, flying among the blue hair.

"The loss of your new sword is indeed my fault."

This fledgling female disciple of Dongyue Jianchi pouted, not afraid at all of the man in white whom her master revered like a god.

Chen Jun asked: "How long have you been learning swordsmanship?"

Upon hearing these words, Chai Qingshan's eyes lit up, and the masters around him cast envious glances at the girl, which meant he wanted to give him some pointers on swordsmanship to compensate.

There are three disciples of the Sword God, and that one is not the top master in martial arts. If Shan Baiyi can get one or two secrets from the Sword God, there may be hope for Dongyue Jianchi to rise.

Shan Baiyi, who had baby fat on his face, didn't realize it, "I started studying when I was four years old and have been studying for twelve years. What's wrong?"

"nothing?"

Chen Jun's big hand blew across his face like a breeze, and the purple hairpin between the girl's black hair fell into his hand in the blink of an eye: "I am thinking of what kind of compensation should I give you?"

Seeing the purple hairpin in her hair fall into the man's hand, Shan Baiyi's face turned red instantly. Regardless of the winks from his master and senior brother, he hummed again: "I, I, I don't want your advice."

"Boom!"

Sudden.

There are no signs.

The sword mountain exploded in the distance, and two hundred thousand swords flew in all directions in the earth-shattering terrifying fluctuations. The long swords were like peerless rainbows, tearing through the sky, which was extremely thrilling.

There were hundreds of sharp arrows flying in the direction of Chen Jun. The ancestor of the Wu Family Sword Tomb smacked them away with his palm, but unexpectedly his face immediately became solemn and his strength surged. Only then did the hundreds of long swords fly out, and he himself also

He was forcefully forced back more than ten feet.

"Ah! Master, Wang Xianzhi is out."

Shan Baiyi screamed in shock, Chai Qingshan and the others were shocked and panicked. What was shocking was that Wang Xianzhi could survive under the suppression of 200,000 sharp arrows from the Wu Family Sword Tomb, and what was alarming was that Wang Xianzhi was able to survive when tens of thousands of flying swords flew into the sky.

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The tall and burly Mountain King Xianzhi's upper body linen was torn to pieces, revealing many criss-crossing sword marks, new wounds and centuries-old wounds. The old and new wounds were mixed together, making him look ferocious and terrifying. In addition, he did not bear the price without having to bear the cost.

A line of blood flowed down to his chest, and it was extremely fierce.

The girl from Dongyue Jianchi was so frightened by this scene that she trembled and said timidly: "Mr. Chen, don't my senior brother and master say that you are the sword god in white? Can you still suppress him?"

Chen Jun couldn't help laughing and said: "Maybe!"

Chen Jun looked at Wang Xianzhi, who was walking slowly. His every move seemed to be pushing the top of Mount Tai. It not only made the ground shake, but also made the hearts of every kendo master present tremble. A smile flashed across the corner of the latter's mouth: "Your sword

It's energetic and domineering enough, and Wang is very happy!"

Chen Jun smiled and said: "It's not easy to be praised by Emperor Wu."

"But it's not easy to use such a formation. If you don't have new tricks, you may not be able to win. Is there anything else?"

"Yes, but let me think about it!"

Chen Jun closed his eyes, gently shook the purple hairpin in his hand, and frowned as if he was thinking about searching for a sword technique. The sword technique was shocking. Wang Xianzhi really did not launch an attack, waiting for the sword.

The girl from Dongyue Jianchi looked at the man in white beside her with her eyes wide open, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she looked up in anticipation.

Suddenly, Chen Jun opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he immediately raised the purple hairpin.

A sword struck out.

Continuous thunder exploded in the sky, and a boundless sword energy tore through the sky with a thin line.

This is a sword that Chen Jun has newly realized. The meaning of the sword comes from his wandering outside the world, watching the world's forces waiting for danger, the cold light of the iron moon, an army running thousands of miles to kill with thunder, a tragic confrontation between two armies, and a general's success in the dusk.

All the bones are withered, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.

The sword rule is to take him from Huishan to the south of the Yangtze River, Beiliang, Beimang, and Liyang within three years. He has seen the small bridges and flowing water of the people in the south of the Yangtze River, the sound of reading under the low thatched eaves, and the sergeants drinking and eating from large bowls.

Meat, I have seen a real person go up to the high platform to chant sutras alone, and I have seen an eminent monk perform Dharma without wearing a cassock.

The blend of swordsmanship and sword intention forms a unique purple sword energy.

Nine thousand miles away!

The sword energy is as long as nine thousand miles!

This sword king Xianzhi did not dodge, holding the tip of the sword energy with both hands like a king lifting a cauldron, but was carried high into the sky by the sword energy, until it submerged into the sky, and was completely invisible.

Chen Jun's face looked a little tired as he swung the sword.

The ancestors of the Wu Family Jianzhong, Chai Qingshan and many other masters looked at the sky and looked at each other.

Wang Xianzhi, who was originally blasted out from under the Sword Mountain, was almost determined to fight to the death. He regarded everyone as flesh and blood, like an active volcano filled with tens of thousands of tons of energy, which would burn everyone to death at the moment of its eruption.

Now, he was blown away by that bright and long purple sword energy. It was strange and strange.

Chai Qingshan and others watched for a long time, but there was no sign of Wang Xianzhi coming back. She seemed to have disappeared without a trace, or maybe she was dead.

The baby-fat girl looked at the sky, picked it up excitedly, and said excitedly: "Thank you, Mr. Chen, no, the sword god in white, otherwise I would have been scared to death."

"fine!"

"What's the name of that sword?"

Everyone around them pricked up their ears.

"You can see for yourself."

Chen Jun inserted the purple hairpin into the girl's hair, pointed his toes, and the figure shot like a sharp arrow in the direction where Wang Xianzhi disappeared, with his robes flying like a fairy.

The girl pulled off the purple hairpin, looked inside with concentration, and immediately smiled sweetly.

The ancestor of the Wu Family Sword Tomb quickly asked: "What is that sword called?"

The girl named Shan Yiyi replied: "Nine thousand miles!"