Peerless Sword God

Under the dark sky, a young man from the Shura tribe stood tall, dressed in white and outshining the snow. His figure was upright, with perfect golden proportions in his body and limbs, like a marble sculpture.

His appearance is even more handsome, no worse than Daoyuan, and a killing rune between his eyebrows adds a bit of evil flavor to his temperament, making people crazy.

He is the young patriarch of the Shura clan in ancient times, Motian Ming.

The only woman in the audience, Wu Ah looked at him with a look of nymphomaniac, her heart skipped a beat, and her pale face couldn't help but reveal a bit of shyness.

"Young Patriarch..." Wumo said with a respectful expression.

But before he finished speaking, he saw Motian Ming stretching out his white palm, looking up at the sky, and saying as if to himself: "Has the wilderness star field become so bad now?"

Wumo was stunned when he heard this, and then explained: "Young Patriarch, the ancient times have passed. Now hundreds of millions of years have passed since the invasion of the demons. The world has withered and the cultivation environment is harsh. Our cultivators have no hope of surviving the seventh holy tribulation. , Fortunately, the world is now recovering, and there is hope for everything.”

"It turns out so long has passed."

A trace of reminiscence and sadness flashed in Motian Ming's eyes, he slowly put down his palms, stood with his hands behind his back and said: "The great road is ruthless, and the sky is full of evil. When the demon invaded, my father had already expected what happened today. He told me that I was born His mission is to revive my Shura clan, so he named me Tianming. He sealed me in the Hongmeng Origin Stone to avoid the catastrophe of the demons, just to be born today."

Wumo immediately said: "The young patriarch is coming to the world today, and he will definitely revitalize our Shura clan."

"Call me Mr. Tianming." Mo Tianming said.

"Yes, Mr. Destiny."

Wu Moyan obeyed.

"What's your name?" Mo Tianming asked.

"My subordinate Wumo is the leader of the clan."

Wu Mo looked respectful, and pointed to the woman in the red dress, saying: "This is the little girl Wu Ashian, and the others are the four supreme elders and the ten elders of our clan."

"You are too weak." Wumo shook his head slightly.

Wu Mo looked ashamed. He was about to explain, but he saw him looking at Lin Chen and the other five, and asked, "Moyun Mountain is the holy land of our clan, how come their human race is here?"

"Returning to Mr. Tianming, the birth of our clan's holy land has attracted cultivators from all races, and they are one of them." Wu Mo replied.

"The strong are respected. This has been true since ancient times. Today, when my master is born, I will never allow my Shura clan to be bullied again." Mo Dao.

"Ahem, Amitabha, the benefactor of destiny, and the few monks just came to check the situation, with no other intention."

Zen Master Zhigang clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Today the benefactor is born, and there is hope for the revival of the Shura clan. I, the poor monks, will not disturb me and say goodbye."

"Master Tianming, they hurt ten elders, we cannot let them leave like this."

Wuashan was extremely unwilling and spoke to stop him. Then he raised his finger and pointed at Lin Chen, saying in a hateful voice: "Especially him, he is so arrogant and arrogant. He just stole a lot of Hongmeng Origin Stones from our clan."

Motian Ming's eyes were bright, and he looked at Zhigang and the four of them first, and said: "In ancient times, you Buddhists and my Shura clan used to fight against the heavenly demons. I will give you a wide berth and hand over your belongings before leaving."

After saying this, he looked at Lin Chen again and said: "You are a human sword cultivator. It seems that you have some skills. First hand over the Hongmeng Origin Stone, and then make the Heart Demon Oath, swear allegiance to me, and fight with me." World, this is your honor.”

Lin Chen smiled when he heard this and said to Zen Master Zhigang: "Zen Master, what do you think?"

Zen Master Zhigang said with a smile: "The poor monk's treasures are hard-won. You can give them to others, but if others try to steal them, the poor monk will fight them back."

"What the Zen Master said is absolutely true."

Lin Chen agreed with his face, then looked at Mo Tianming and said, "Master Tianming, right? You said such careless words, I wonder who gave you the courage?"

"presumptuous."

Wu Mo angrily scolded Lin Chen, then raised his hands and said to Mo: "Please wait a moment, Mr. Tianming, my subordinates will capture them and hand them over to you."

"No need, this young master has just been born, and he also wants to exercise his fists and feet."

Motian Ming waved his hand, looked at Lin Chen and said: "You are very confident. I like confident geniuses, so I will give you a chance. If you can defeat me, I will let you go. Otherwise, you lose." , just swear allegiance obediently.”

"Master Tianming, I'm afraid this kid doesn't have the guts to agree."

Wu Ah shyly mocked Lin Chen, with a provocative look in his eyes.

Zen Master Zhigang sent a spiritual message to Lin Chen: "Donor of the Heavenly Sword, a poor monk cannot see through this realm of sky-high destiny. Please don't agree to him. Let's leave this place before we talk."

"Can't the Zen master understand his realm?"

Lin Chen frowned secretly. He had been observing Mo Tianming for so long, but he still couldn't see the other person's realm. He probably understood the secret method of hiding the realm.

But isn't this kind of opponent exactly what he dreams of?

Lin Chen's eyes flashed with fighting intent, and he immediately sent a message: "Don't worry, Zen Master. If he wants to fight with the juniors, he will fight."

Then, he looked at Mo Tianming and said: "If I lose, I have to surrender and lose my freedom from then on. But if you lose, you just leave without losing anything. This bet is not equal."

"Do you want to negotiate terms with me?" Mo Tianming said with a smile.

"Why not?" Lin Chen said.

"Tell me and listen." Motian Ming said.

"First, we must not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Lin Chen raised one finger, then raised the second one, and said: "Second, twenty kinds of heavenly treasures of the highest quality, with sword, Buddha, light, chaos, space and life attributes preferred."

"Yes." Mo Tianming nodded.

"Young Patriarch..." Wu Mo felt that Lin Chen was asking too much, and wanted to stop him, but after being looked at by Mo Tianming, he swallowed his words.

Mo Tianming retracted his gaze and looked at Lin Chen again and said: "This young master was born today, and you are the first person to negotiate conditions. Although you will not beat this young master, this young master still agrees to you, just because this young master thinks you are a talent, I hope you understand."

Lin Chen chuckled and said: "I think the ancient Shura clan's magical powers are extraordinary. I just want to see them. Come on."

"You step back."

Mo Tianming looked at Wu Mo and Wu Axiu's father and daughter.

"Yes."

Wu Mo's father and daughter bowed and retreated hundreds of miles.

"Donor Tianjian, be careful."

The four Zen Masters Zhigang nodded to Lin Chen and retreated hundreds of miles to give him and Mo Tianming room to fight.

"Please."

Lin Chen casually waved his sword and drew a sword flower. Suddenly, the sword light on his body was weaving, like a magic sword hanging in the air, with amazing momentum.

Swish!

Mo Tianming raised his right hand slightly, and a red and white curved blade appeared in his palm. He said: "You are using a middle-grade supreme treasure. This young master will not bully you. I will use this Shengluo blade to defeat you."