Sword God

Qinglin Terrace is located in the center of Qinglin City. It is a square-shaped high platform. Qinglin Terrace is ten miles away and there is nothing. At this time, many people came from all directions and gathered here.

"Master Lin, you are here too."

"Today is the battle between Chen Zhenghong's son and Tieshan Sword. How can I not come to such a big event."

"What is the skill of Chen Zhenghong's son? How dare he fight against Tieshan Sword."

"I heard that Chen Zhenghong's son is a disciple of Qing Yunzong. He is talented and powerful. Not long ago, a single sword broke into Mo's mansion and beheaded the three elders of Mo's house. I didn't know if it was true or not."

There are more than a dozen one-star forces in Qinglin City, some families or gangs, etc. After hearing the news, they gathered here and talked to each other.

"Step aside."

"roll."

The outrageous voice sounded, accompanied by a fierce breath, making people depressed.

"People of the Black Tiger."

"Snoring."

The Black Tiger Gang is the three big two-star forces in the city. The gang named after the word Black Tiger can imagine that it acts arrogantly. Only the Mo family and the Seven Sword Tower can compete with it.

"Chen Zhenghong was killed by Tieshan Jian, and now his son intends to avenge his father."

"It's just killing a life." The black tiger gang assistant deputy yelled loudly. He had a conflict with Chen Zhenghong, was stabbed with a sword, hated it, and degraded Chen Zhenghong everywhere.

At this time, a member of the Mo family came. The Mo family's owner and elders, the second and fourth elders were there, and there were some Mo family children.

"Iron Mountain Sword is still heavy."

"The last time he was on this stage, he killed Chen Zhenghong. This time, was he going to kill Chen Zhenghong's son on this stage?"

Shang Chonglei is burly and strong, and his broad shoulders are full of brown robes. The thick hilt emerges from the left shoulder, which is unusual.

At the same time, people from the Seven Swords Tower also arrived.

All the seven masters of the sword tower came to the scene, and it was a surprise to see the show, but everyone's eyes fell on the young man who attacked Tsing Yi.

The young face looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, but the calm look, the eyes calm, the calmness and calmness, is not the temperament of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, but like the vicissitudes of an old man, can he have such a state of mind.

"This kid, it's not easy." The black tiger ganged up to help the master.

"Huh, it's mysterious." The black tiger gang hummed the deputy. The son of Chen Zhenghong, he just didn't like it.

Shang Zhonglei stared at him with a stare, staring at Chen Zong. The huge pressure was approaching through the sky, but Chen Zong seemed unconscious.

Taking a leap forward, Shang Zhonglei fell like a rock and fell heavily on Qinglin Terrace, which made Qinglin Terrace startle as if to collapse.

"Chen Qingzong, on that day, my father and you, Chen Zhenghong, were compared swords. There is a sense of life and death, but you use this as a reason to kill the innocent elder Mo's three elders. When the good apprentice came to the door, he killed the killer and killed him, and he was desperate. Today, I will discuss justice for the elder Mo and my apprentice. "Shang Zhonglei exhaled as if in a thunderous voice, the momentum was overwhelmingly oppressed, Not only must Chen Zong be suppressed in momentum, but he must also prevail in speech.

"What's the truth, you know the most in your heart." Chen Zong's figure took a leap, deft and agile like an ape, silent on the ground, facing the pressure of Shang Chonglei, his expression remained the same, calm and unhurried: "No word, no matter you or me Sword training, my generation's sword repair, right and wrong swords concluded. "

"A good sword repair for my generation." Many people's eyes brightened and applauded secretly.

Shang Chonglei's face was a little suffocated. He used to use his words to weaken the other's momentum and give him the upper hand. As long as the other party justified his words and thoughts, the momentum would become weaker and weaker. .

For example, if you want to fight, the other party directly shoots a fight.

"Okay, since that's the case, let's talk with a sword." Shang Chonglei adjusted immediately, his expression was cold and his eyes were brilliant: "You have to understand, I will take revenge for my good apprentice, never I will be merciful under the sword. If you are afraid, you can confess now. As long as you kneel in front of my apprentice's grave and bow your head three times, I will spare you. "

At this point, Shang Zhonglei still used words to suppress Chen Zong.

Chen Zong didn't open his mouth, and landed his right hand on the hilt of the sword. He buckled and slowly pulled out Bai Hongjian.

The light of the sword fluctuated, the sword came out of the sheath, and a trace of chill pervaded quietly, all over Qinglintai.

"That day your dad fought me with this Bai Hong sword and was defeated. This is the sword of the loser. You must lose." Shang Zhonglei shouted, the sword behind him suddenly leaped out, and his wide palm raised his hand. , Homeopathic sword split.

The sword was fierce, and the wide blade squeezed the air in front of it, turning it into a violent scorching moon sword and beating out, with a roar of wind.

Bai Hongjian just picked it gently, and that violent sword gas broke apart and passed by Chen Zong.

Taking a step, Chen Zong approached Shang Zhonglei, and the invisible momentum condensed quietly.

Shang Chonglei's cultivation is to build the peak of the ninth ground, which is stronger than the three elders and two elders of the Mo family.

None of his swords worked, and Shang Zhonglei was not disappointed, but he just waved the sword.

"Cut!" There was a loud roar, as if the tiger was roaring, the sound was astonishing, and Shang Zhonglei cracked the second sword.

The iron black was very turbulent, and poured into the large swords in his hands. The sword light was dark and deep, as if made of fine iron.

The astonishing sword light fell off, as if breaking mountains and mountains. What is even more amazing is that it is not a sword, but a series of three swords.

The amazing sword pressure repelled the air, and the rushing waves rushed to the left and right sides. The hard Qinglin Terrace was even scratched by the sword marks and spread quickly.

After the three swords, Shang Chonglei did not have any tendency to close his hands. Instead, he took a step forward and took a sudden spin with his right foot as the axis. The large sword immediately rolled up a terrible storm of blades, as if extinct. Bang to Chen Zong.

From the beginning, he used words to suppress and weaken Chen Zong, and then he took relentless offensive action. All of them showed Shang Zhonglei's meticulous and vicious mind.

"The Feihong swordsmanship is worse than my Tieshan swordsmanship. You lose and lose, what do you use to compete with me?"

The shouting was amazing, like the waves rolling and shaking in all directions. Shang Chonglei's figure leaped suddenly, holding the large sword with both hands, shooting down like an iron-black meteorite, and the whole body burst into sparks because of friction with the air. .

Fast, fierce, violent, destroy everything.

The owners of the Seven Swords House couldn't help but clenched the hilt, and Liu Chengyi was even more anxious.

Shang Chonglei's offensive was too terrible. With them, no one except Feng Pingsheng could take it.

"Dead." Mo's side, the Mo's owners and elders couldn't help but be pleased.

Others were horrified. This offensive was really terrible. Tieshan Jianshanglei was not only unique in defense, it was also terrible to attack.

"Unfortunately, Chen Zhenghong is a short-lived ghost, and his son is also a short-lived ghost." Although the deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang said that it was a pity, his tone was full of glee.

"That being the case, I will chop you with this sword."

The dull voice came from the violent offensive, and it did not seem to be anxious, sad or unhappy, as if telling a fact.

Immediately, everyone only saw that the three sword lights were all broken, only the violent sword blade storm was torn, and only a white sword light rose into the sky.

Quick, light, elegant, but sharp and boundless, smart and boundless, it is not a sword or light, but a white bird, vibrating its wings, across the sky with the most elegant gesture, leaving indelible marks.

This sword astounded the sky, the earth, and the eyes and hearts of all spectators.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Shang Zhonglei, who was shot down in the air, was horrified, and quickly swung the sword to change his defensive skills. A wide and large sword completely defended himself, impervious to leaks.

Tieshan's swordsmanship was originally a defense-oriented swordsmanship. It was trained by Shang Zhonglei to reach the peak of the gods. The power was amazing. The last time Chen Zhenghong took a lot of effort to break it.

But a panic emerged from Shang Zhonglei's heart. He felt that his defense could not stop the opponent's sword.

"drink!"

The applause burst out loud, and his body full of vitality erupted and billowed, and Shang Zhonglei's complexion became gray and black, and a hint of iron-black breath permeated from the whole body.

The burst of true energy beyond the limits, the burst of swordsmanship beyond the limits, in order to block the sword, in order to survive.

Bai Wu Gong evoked to the extreme, Bai Wu really pervaded the whole body, and then poured into Bai Hongjian.

The seventh layer of white mist power, extremely pure white mist, and Feihong swordsmanship under martial arts, have more amazing perception and consciousness, and then stimulate the body's potential with spiritual knowledge, which instantly erupts, allowing Chen Zong to easily Capturing the flaws of the opponent, the speed is extremely fast, killing with a sword, and coming instantly.

The speed was too fast, and everyone just had time to see a black and white staggering across the air, and then they fell.

Light white and silent on the ground, Bai Hongjian slowly returned to her sheath.

The black was heavy and made a loud noise when it fell to the ground. It was like a cymbal drum. Qinglintai couldn't help but a shock. Immediately, the black figure fell forward, and the blood blew from the throat and stained the surrounding area.

For a moment, there was silence.

Under Qinglin's stage, his eyes widened and his face shook.

died.

Tieshan Jian Shangzhonglei, who was at the top of the nine-year-old foundation, died, and was still killed by a fifteen-year-old boy. This is simply impossible.

Can anyone think of it?

Who would have expected?

"Dongchen is afraid of one more sun ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Someone mumbled to himself.

"Okay ... Okay ..." Liu Chengyi reacted, laughing more than laughter, with tears in his eyes: "Zhenghong ah Zhenghong, did you see that your son avenged you, blue out of blue ... blue out of blue ... "

It was precisely Qinglintai's loud laughter that echoed around Liu Chengyi.

The Mo family, one by one, looked so blue and hated to the extreme, but there was a kind of fear in their hearts.

Feng Pingsheng and others are extremely complicated in mind.

"If Tieyaomen wants to seek revenge, come to me." Chen Zong's voice sounded, and then, cold eyes glanced at the Black Tiger Gang: "Only you repeatedly criticized my father and me, this sword as punishment."

A beam of white sword light vibrates its wings like a white bird, breaking into the air.

The deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang didn't even have time to react, the corners of his mouth were immediately torn, and the pain swept through.