Returning from the end of the fairy road

Chapter 137

He took one step forward, and the sword energy floated under his feet, leading him to draw an arc in the air. He swiftly passed by several troublemakers, and then approached the corpse of the Sword King.

At this time, someone was about to arrive at the Sword King's corpse.

For a Dacheng body refiner, a drop of blood can turn into rivers, lakes and seas, and a hair can turn into a mountain. Although the corpse of this sword king is not that exaggerated, it is still as big as a small mountain after his death.

The closer you get to the Sword King's corpse, the greater the pressure you feel. It's like facing a giant elephant. Although it doesn't move, the aura it emits is also heart-stopping.

"The Divine Sword is mine!" Hearing an excited roar, this figure flew over it, spread its fingers and flew towards the big sword.

However, just when he was about to touch the big sword, a figure leisurely passed him and arrived in front of the Sword King's corpse.

The sudden change caused the man's pupils to shrink suddenly, but this only surprised him, and could not stop his desire to seize the sword.

However, just as he was about to take a step further, an ink mark was engraved in the void in front of him.

A faint sense of tearing emerged from the ink marks. He hurriedly retreated, but a corner of his robe was still cut off.

The man was taken aback, changed his face, and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

Chu Tianming waved his hand, not even interested in answering his question.

This made him turn from stunned to angry. How could someone who could live to the Sixth Xuantian be mediocre?It was the first time that he was ignored like this!
"You are so arrogant, you still want to escape from under my nose? Die to me!" He shouted loudly, and discharged a surging palm force, hitting Chu Tianming's back.

But Chu Tianming ignored him completely.

Because after someone helped him cut it off - he saw a figure wrapped in wind and thunder flashing towards him.

The person who came here flicked his hand, and all the surging palm power collapsed. Then, a fist came into the eyes of the person who made the move. Along with the fist, there was a deep shout.

"roll!"

Before the sound of rolling words could be heard, the wind of the fist had already hit his face. This punch did not contain any fancy spiritual energy, but only the wind pressure that was compressed to the extreme, which shook his face and distorted it. Before he was hit, The momentum has dropped sharply.

"Little crazy guy..." He finally realized who it was, but it was already too late.

When the punch came, he shot it backwards, blood spurting from his mouth, like a kite with a broken string, stumbling and falling into a fragment of a continent, his life and death unknown.

Chu Tianming came to the corpse of the Sword King. He was almost the first group to arrive. Ling Yuhang, Qingmang Jianzi and others also arrived at almost the same time as him.

"Chu Tianming."

As soon as he saw Chu Tianming, Ling Yuhang squinted his eyes and spat in a low voice. The so-called enemy was extremely jealous when he met him. He almost died at Chu Tianming's hands at first, but now he naturally wanted to kill Chu Tianming immediately.

Chu Tianming ignored him, but looked at the big sword in the hand of the Sword King's corpse.

"Sir." Lin Feng came with a soft call.

"Fellow Daoist Chu is a great talent." Qingmang Jianzi glanced at Lin Feng without leaving any trace, and then whispered.

Chu Tianming still didn't speak. It seemed that nothing could disturb him from admiring the sword, and it seemed that this broken sword contained a shocking secret.

Chu Tianming didn't speak, so Lin Feng naturally didn't ask too much. He just slowly stood beside Chu Tianming, like a solid guard.

There were more and more people around, and Chu Tianming became more and more fascinated.

After seeing Ling Yuhang, Qingmang Jianzi, and Lin Feng arrive, no one took action again, so everyone quietly watched.Because they all know that at this time, whoever takes the lead will become the target of public criticism.Just when everyone was deadlocked, Chu Tianming moved.

As soon as he moved, he immediately attracted the attention of countless people. These people secretly did not move, but their hearts were restless, and they couldn't help but want to attack Chu Tianming.

Chu Tianming turned a blind eye to these people who were ready to make a move.

"Follow me." He said calmly, and immediately jumped down from the fragments of the continent, jumping directly to the gap of the broken sword.

Lin Feng saw this and quickly followed.

As soon as Chu Tianming moved, many people clenched their weapons, but at this moment, two figures rushed out first, and followed Chu Tianming and Lin Feng towards the gap of the big sword.

These two people are undoubtedly Ling Yuhang and Qingmang Jianzi.If these two people don't move, the others won't dare to act even if they are moved.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, it's not good to eat alone." Qingmang Jianzi said with a faint smile. An illusory sword appeared in his hand and slashed at Chu Tianming through the air, trying to stop him.

On the other side, Ling Yuhang stepped on a beam of sword light, swiftly swept out, bypassed Chu Tianming, and went straight for the gap in the great sword.

In his opinion, since Chu Tianming understood the formation, he could naturally see some clues about the Sword King's corpse. In this case, instead of wandering around on his own, it would be better to wait for Chu Tianming to discover the secret and then plunder it himself.

This is not the first time he has done this kind of thing, and he is very familiar with it.

But at this moment, a trace of ink splashed over, blocking the way like a mountain.

"Show me your little trick!" Ling Yuhang sneered, unsheathed the sword hanging on his waist, and then saw a silver arc flashing past, and it hit the ink mark.

The silver arc collided with the ink marks, and a loud "clang" sound was heard, but Ling Yuhang's expression instantly became solemn.

He felt a huge force coming from his hand, and that terrible force almost knocked his sword out of the tiger's mouth.

A sword cultivator's sword is his lifeblood. If a sword cultivator loses his sword, it is almost as good as losing his life.

He was forced to retreat, only to find that Chu Tianming had fallen into the gap.

The Qingmang sword on the other side was blocked by Lin Feng.

With one punch, Lin Feng forced the green sword back, igniting the fire of the furnace of life. He threw the lightning needle towards Ling Yuhang with a smile, and shouted, "Big, big! Long, long!"

The lightning needle swelled in the storm and instantly turned into a huge stone pillar, sweeping towards Ling Yuhang.

The strong wind hit his face, Ling Yuhang was surprised, and his figure was blocked.

"Go away!" He snorted coldly, and the ancient long sword was filled with black light, and the stone pillars were swayed with a sword flower, but in such a face-to-face, he had lost sight of Chu Tianming.

Not only blocking Qingmang Jianzi and Ling Yuhang one after another, Lin Feng swung his backhand and swept out the thunder needle, covering the fan so wide that it almost blocked everyone's path.

"Little madman, are you going to be an enemy of all of us?" someone shouted, angry.

"I'm afraid you're tired of living!" With Ling Yuhang and Qingmang Jianzi in front, when everyone was furious, no one cared about the evil reputation of the little madman Lin Feng, and wanted to join forces to suppress him. .

Lin Feng smiled heartily, and blood surged all over his body. He held the thunder needle in his hand, trying to resist the crowd.

"Come on, come on! Let me, Lin Feng, meet you for a while!"

(End of this chapter)