Dragon Blood Sword God

Chapter 429 Candidate God Son (Part [-])

Under Guanjian Peak, many people stood in the air and did not rush up, as if they were waiting for someone.

"That person is up there, are you sure you can't go up?"

Xingyuan asked Wen Qingxuan.

As a candidate for the Xuantian Palace, the dazzling degree is well known in Xuanhuangtian.

Not to mention Xingyuan who is the descendant of Jianchi.

I know this candidate very well.

It can be said to be one of the best among the Eight Emperors.

The combat power comparable to five hundred 'ancient dragons' gave him the confidence to stir up the Son of God.

"Can he stay there forever?"

Wen Qingxuan asked Xingyuan back.

That's right, Lin Jingyu can still stay on Guanjian Peak for the rest of his life?

Lin Jingyu wanted to come down, so why did Wen Qingxuan go up.

If you wait here, you will naturally meet Lin Jingyu.

It seems that he has messed with Xuantian Palace!
Xingyuan suddenly laughed.

Countless people also stopped. Firstly, they were curious about the candidate for the Xuantian Palace, and secondly, they wanted to see how powerful this candidate was.
Similarly, in the void behind, Phoenix Goddess, Phoenix Nirvana, Huo Xuan and Bing Mei all stood.

After they stared quietly, they ignored Wen Qingxuan and stared at Guan Jianfeng.

Phoenix Goddess wanted to escape.

But the three around her are not easy to fool, and let her thoughts be annihilated several times.

Lin Jingyu came down.

Wen Qingxuan was not made to wait too long.

Looking at a head of silver hair reminded him of a person whom the Eight Emperor Heavens had heard about recently, but he didn't look like him.

"He's here, it should be the one you mentioned."

Xingyuan reminded casually, and then, he focused on Lin Jingyu, originally he planned to leave, but he heard that Qingxuan came, and it seemed that he came here specially to find Lin Jingyu.

He didn't mind watching the excitement.

I also want to see the power of the five hundred 'ancient dragon's power', can Lin Jingyu hold it against it?

Lin Jingyu's gaze also looked at Xingyuan and Wen Qingxuan.

"Your Excellency, have you been to Xuanhuang City before?" Wen Qingxuan stepped forward and asked suddenly.

"Is there a problem?" Lin Jingyu walked down to Jianjian Peak, the oppression of the sword way on his body completely disappeared, and he stepped up in the air lightly.

"Not long ago, a disciple of my Xuantian Palace was killed in Xuanhuang City, was it your Excellency?"

Wen Qingxuan asked suddenly again.

"Are you from Xuantian Temple?" Lin Jingyu asked back, looking at Wen Qingxuan, a very strong person, at least stronger than Shenyu.

If the other party asks this question, he can probably guess the other party's identity.

"Xuantian Palace heard about Qingxuan!"

Wen Qingxuan reported his identity, but found that Lin Jingyu was calm and composed, without any emotional change, so he said with a fixed gaze: "Your Excellency killed the person who killed my Xuantian Palace, so calm, aren't you afraid that I will seek revenge from you?"

"First, you don't have killing intent on your body. When you come to ask about something, you ask for help, so you won't!"

"Second, if you seek revenge from me, you will die!"

Lin Jingyu said indifferently.

Wen Qingxuan's pupils were slightly condensed, and he was shocked in his heart. He tried his best to hide his purpose, but he was still spotted, such strong eyesight.

However, this man was too confident.

The power of five hundred ancient dragons, placed in the Eight Emperor Heavens, is also at the peak level of the younger generation. If such a combat power kills him, will he die?

Even the Son of God would not dare to say such crazy words!

"Crazy person, don't you know that he is the candidate for the Xuantian Temple, so presumptuous, be careful that your own strength can't bear the price."

Xingyuan said a provocative sentence coldly.

"Some people really can only fart, but when they really do something, they run away."

Lin Jingyu turned his eyes to look at Xingyuan, his cold gaze was like a sharp sword, stabbing away from the air, making Xingyuan's heart beat violently and his body trembled slightly.

With a bang, he took a step back.

dignified!

Everyone saw the changing expression on Xingyuan's face, only dignified.

Others might not be able to feel it, but as a swordsman, he could feel the changes in Lin Jingyu's swordsmanship, which greatly suppressed him.

Wen Qingxuan also narrowed his eyes, and then laughed: "Your Excellency, you have a good trick!"

Confidence is directly proportional to strength, which really surprised him.

"It's no wonder that Xiongtai was able to kill my disciples in the inner hall of Xuantian Palace. His swordsmanship is really strong."

Wen Qingxuan's attitude suddenly changed, making Xingyuan and others unable to react in time.

Wen Qingxuan continued: "Brother killed my disciple of Xuantian Temple. Logically speaking, I should trouble you and wash away the shame, but I, Wen Qingxuan, are different from others."

"I hear Qingxuan and cherish talents!"

"If you join my Xuantian Palace, you will not only be innocent, but you will be my fellow disciple of Wen Qingxuan from now on. At that time, I will advance and retreat with you, and no one can make things difficult for you. How about it?"

……

Solicit?

Hearing Wen Qingxuan's words, Xingyuan's expression darkened.

He finally understood Wen Qingxuan's purpose, not to make trouble, but to recruit and use him.

The purpose of Wen Qingxuan's coming was that he really wanted to recruit at the beginning, take him under his command, and use it for him, which is better than killing him.

In Xuantian Palace, his influence is very weak.

Far inferior to inheriting the Son of God.

Wu Zhuoyi is the one who inherits the side of the Son of God, and he doesn't care if he dies.

But the person who can kill Wu Zhuoyi must be an incredible demigod.

Recruiting him can greatly increase his power.

Lin Jingyu laughed jokingly.

"What are you laughing at, brother? Am I wrong?"

Wen Qingxuan narrowed his eyes, and said lightly: "Wu Zhuoyi is from the side of the God Son of My Xuantian Temple, someone has already told the God Son of Inheritance about everything that happened, including what happened between you and Goddess Feng, if he comes today Therefore, I believe he will not treat brother like me."

"If you want me to join you, you can!"

Lin Jingyu smiled and said: "Take my sword, if you are undefeated, I will consider your invitation."

"Take a sword?" Wen Qingxuan frowned, and said, "Is it that simple?"

"Yes, it's that simple?" Lin Jingyu nodded, and added: "If you can't catch it, then how far are you, how far can you roll!"

"Brother is so confident, I dare not utter these words even in the mouth of the god son of the inheritance of the major religions of the Eight Emperor Heavens."

Wen Qingxuan frowned even deeper.

Xinghui and the people who stopped under Guanjian Peak shook their heads. If they don't understand the combat power of the candidate Shenzi, they will lose miserably!
One sword is about to defeat the candidate for the Son of God, and the Eight Emperors can't find such a young generation!

This guy is really crazy, and arrogant!

"Will you accept it?" Lin Jingyu only asked.

"Accept!" Wen Qingxuan spit out a word, if there is no intimidating combat power, it is true that the opponent cannot be subdued.

hum!
Suddenly, a mysterious sword force rose from Lin Jingyu's body, and the whole world was also filled with an invisible sword intent, vast, strange and unpredictable!
Xing Yuan and the others discovered that at this moment, the sword intent on their bodies was unexpectedly absorbed uncontrollably, and merged into Lin Jingyu's sword intent, used by him and controlled by him.

They looked up in horror.

I saw Lin Jingyu stepping up through the air, like a deep sword.

Yes, it gives people the feeling that he is the most terrifying sword, a sword that fits with heaven and earth.

Very natural!
Every movement, every stillness, is like a sword, raising your hand like a sword, walking like a sword, mysterious and unpredictable!
Xingyuan thought of something, his pupils dilated, and he exclaimed suddenly: "The sword is powerful, this is... the third level of swordsmanship, the realm of the profound!"

(End of this chapter)