Douba's Strongest Master System

Chapter 36 Haotian Sword Art
"Ding! Reminder: The long river of time is flowing forever. At the moment when it traverses the long river of time, the chaotic brilliance seems to be still, but it has actually flowed backwards."

"So instead of reaching Ye Heizi's era, I went upstream to more than [-] years ago?"

Chen Qiye walked along the mountain road all the way towards the small village, communicating with the system in his heart.

"Ding! Hint: Yes, host, there are countless causal lines in the world of heaven. The host did not choose to break the rules, so he could only follow the causal line to this era."

"So it is." Chen Qiye understood.

But for him, it is only six months at most, no matter what era he is in, he does not need to prove himself in this world and become an emperor.

"Ding! Hint: The causal line has changed, and the task of creating gods has started. Does the host extract the "Haotian Sword Art" and the 'Nameless Sword?'"

Chen Qiye was a little inexplicable, and his mind moved: "Extract!"

"Haotian Sword Art": 36-style sword art created by Taishang Haotian, a superb technique, the power of each sword doubles with the improvement of the realm, one sword breaks the world, and one sword cuts the stars!

"To transform the world with the supreme sword intent..."

Chen Qiye opened the "Haotian Sword Art" with his mind, and the 36 moves were clear in his chest. With the movement of his mind, a simple and simple square sword with a flowing light suddenly appeared on his right hand.

The sword is three feet long, the body of the sword is as clear as crystal, and it is like a warm jade in his hand.

Chen Qiye stopped and closed his eyes slowly, feeling the fusion of the nameless fairy sword and the sword intent of the "Haotian Sword Art".

"In my current state, I can only use the first sword 'drawing sword'?"

After a long time, Chen Qiye opened his eyes.

After realizing it, he was extremely shocked. With the power of the "Haotian Sword Art", if he wanted to perform the second style "Swing Sword Style", at least the strength of Wu Zun (Dou Zun) was above.

"What realm do you need to perform the 36-style?"

Chen Qiye thought about it in his heart, shook his head without thinking too much: at least increasing his strength is a good thing, and improving the realm as soon as possible is the fundamental.

Thinking of this, he took the Nameless Immortal Sword back into the system: Forging iron requires hard work, Chen Qiye is very thorough.

Restraining his mind, Chen Qiye walked out of Fengming Mountain.

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Fengming Mountain!
It is more than [-] meters high and stretches for tens of thousands of miles. Its shape is like a phoenix that is about to fly. Whenever it is midnight, a phoenix roar is heard from the depths of the mountain, resounding for thousands of miles.

At the foot of Fengming Mountain, there is a mountain village with more than 300 families living there.

Here, it is very close to Fengming Town, coupled with the miraculousness of Fengming Mountain, there are often cultivators who come here from all over the world to watch this wonderful mountain.

Just as Chen Qiye walked out of Fengming Mountain, he saw a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenagers surrounding a little girl at the entrance of the mountain village.

The little girl looked at only seven or eight years old. The little clothes on her body were patched and tattered, her face was dirty, and only a pair of big eyes were like black gems, which was pitiful.

A group of teenagers, dressed in very bright clothes, laughed and scolded her, surrounded her, grabbed an old crock pot from her hand, and slammed it to the ground.

The little girl glanced at the broken crock pot, and the only food in it was also stepped on by a teenager, but there was not a single tear in her eyes.

Her tears had already flowed clean.

"Stinky girl, don't stare at me with your eyes, believe it or not, the young master scooped out your eyeballs to feed the dog?"

One of the young men, dressed in gorgeous clothes and very handsome, had a cold expression. Facing the little girl, he glared at him. He stepped out suddenly, and the ground shook.

The passers-by next to them felt the shock and avoided it, daring not to provoke it.

They pointed and pointed from a distance, admiring the amazing strength of these teenagers at such a young age, but they had no sympathy for the little girl who was about to have their eyes gouged out.

The little girl was knocked to the ground by this foot, she gritted her teeth, and pressed her hands on the fragments of the crock pot, ignoring the pain that cut through her palms, stood up slowly, looked at the young man in front of her, and said coldly: " My heart has already died, and this life is just lingering, if you have the seeds, kill me!"

The little girl suddenly took a step forward and looked directly at the boy with bright eyes.

"Do you really think this young master dare not kill you?"

The boy was taken two steps back by her, with a savage look in his eyes, a fierce light in his eyes, and he said fiercely: "You are just a little beggar, you are not even a chicken or duck, you will die if you die..."

Saying that, the boy raised his palm, and a faint brilliance flowed out. He was obviously a cultivator. With this palm, the little girl would surely die.

The little girl was not afraid or dodged, a flash of despair flashed in her eyes, she slowly closed and waited for death, and whispered in her mouth: "Brother, I'm here to accompany you..."

However, this palm did not fall.

"Fuck off!"

The faint voice made the little girl open her eyes again, and there was a pure white figure in front of her. Just as he raised his hand lightly, a gust of wind swept out of thin air, swept six or seven teenagers to seven or eight meters away, rolling all over the ground.

"You, who are you? How dare you meddle in my business? Do you know who I am?"

The young man was shocked by Chen Qiye's aura, and shouted in a trembling voice, "I am Li Chengfeng! I am the direct disciple of Grand Master Mo Shan!"

As soon as this statement came out, the expressions of the people watching the lively nearby changed dramatically.

Master Mianshan is a master of practice within a hundred miles of Fengming Town. He is only in his early 70s. It is said that he opened up the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness when he was in his twenties, and stepped into the Spring of Life ten years later.Now he is Hualong, one of the strongest in this area.

Chen Qiye didn't pay any attention, turned around and smiled at the little girl: "Are you alright?"

The little girl shook her head, her face full of stubbornness: "Thank you."

"Are you hungry?" Chen Qiye asked again, and saw the little girl nodded first, then her face darkened slightly, and she lowered her head, looking distressed.Saying that, he pulled down the robe and put it on the little girl.

The little girl was wearing his robe, and suddenly felt a warm feeling. She raised her head slightly, but saw that Chen Qiye had already walked over to Li Chengfeng.

"Li Chengfeng?"

Chen Qiye's expression was indifferent. As he walked forward step by step, Li Chengfeng was like a great enemy, and he didn't dare to act rashly: "You, what do you want to do?"

"Did you bring any money?"

Li Chengfeng: "..."

A group of teenagers looked at the figure of Chen Qiye leaving with the little girl, they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, they could only take a big breath, until they disappeared from sight, Li Chengfeng gritted his teeth and said: "I actually robbed the young master! Damn it! , Damn! I must catch you out!"

"Young Master Feng, they entered Fengming Town, looking at that person's strength, they must have come to participate in the selection of Nanyu Sect..."

Another teenager said: "Won't Young Master Yun also come to Fengming Town? As long as Young Master Yun takes action, this person will surely die!"

(End of this chapter)