Chaotic Sword God

Listening to the sacred ancestors, this is full of careful voice, Qingpeng Wang’s face suddenly sinks, and the words of the ancestors of the sword are undoubtedly revealing a message to him, that is, this name is in his eyes, only the infinite Jiuzhong Tianxiu For the middle-aged man, his body is very powerful.

Even the strongest masters such as the ancestors of the swordsmanship are all to be cautious.

Originally, this middle-aged man had nothing to do with his Qingpeng Wang Su. However, this middle-aged man had to keep his sword in the heart of Qingpeng Wang, and he had already had the sword dust of the killing order. The face of the king became a bit ugly.

Hearing the words of the middle-aged man, the ancestors of the sword had a silent face. He looked at the white man in front of his face with a blank expression. The middle-aged man with a resolute face, after half a sigh, said: "You know that we are the best. If you want to find a suitable descendant, how difficult it is, and Gong Zheng is the only descendant who the husband has found in the sacred world. As a result, he is not yet full and has not fully grown up. At the time, it was killed by Jian Chen in the Bohai Jingu Shrine."

"You have to keep the sword dust, then how do you let me explain to the history of our swordsmanship?"

The middle-aged man in white smiled lightly and said: "It is very difficult for you to find the right person to pass, but for me, it is not a big deal."

Hearing this, the ancestors of the sword gaze at the gaze, and immediately stared at the middle-aged man, showing a look of expectation between the look, saying: "Would you like to find the right person for me?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said: "It is not for you to find, but has already found it. There are three seniors with outstanding qualifications, which are extremely suitable as a descendant of your sword."

"Three? Is this true?" The spirit of the ancestors of the sword was shocked and the eyes were shining.

"If you say something from my mouth, you know the true and false. The sword, I use these three descendants in exchange for your recovery of the dust of the sword, and you can not continue to target the sword dust, you can be willing?" middle-aged man Indifferent.

"Well, I will win you. If these three people have successfully become the descendants of my sword, I will not continue to target Jian Chen, but I still owe you a big man." In the tone, there is an excitement. They are extremely difficult to find, and even in the most glorious history of the sword, the passer has never broken through to ten. In his generation, only the only one is Gongzheng. .

Therefore, at this moment, suddenly there are news of three descendants, which naturally makes the sword ancestors excited.

"You said that you have two things for me, then what about the second thing?" said the ancestors of the sword.

"The second thing, I want you to take it out yourself." The middle-aged man said.

"Would you like me to shoot?" The ancestors of the swordsman stunned, showing a strange color.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and said to the ancestors of the sword: "My deity is trapped, I need you to shoot once and break the seal."

The face of the ancestors of the sword suddenly became dignified. His old eyes full of vicissitudes looked deep into the middle-aged man. After a long silence, he nodded slowly.

Seeing the sword ancestors promised, the middle-aged man's look did not change at all, always calm and impermanent, calm and calm, he waved his hand, a jade piece shot directly into the hands of the sword ancestors, said: "This is yours The location of the three descendants."

After that, the middle-aged man stopped staying, stepped down, and left here. He entered the wilderness with ease and did not look at Qingpeng Wang. It seems that he directly saw Qingpeng Wang as nothing.

"The sword, who is this person?" After the middle-aged man left, Qingpeng Wang came to the ancestors of the sword, and said a face with a gloomy face.

The sword ancestors shook his head gently, and he seemed unwilling to say more about the identity of this person. However, he opened his mouth and wanted to remind Qingpeng Wang to let Qingpeng Wang give up the pursuit of Jian Chen, but when he talked to his mouth, he thought of the spirit of Qing Peng Wang. He knew that even if he reminded Qing Peng Wang, also absolutely can not change the idea of ​​Qingpeng Wang, and finally did not say anything, holding the jade slips of the three descendants, with excitement and anticipation, quite anxious to leave here.

Watching the ancestors of the sword leave, Qingpeng Wang's face is cloudy and uncertain. He stares at the wild land floating in the sky in front of him, and his eyes are flickering.

In the end, he still did not want to watch the sword dust safely and hide in the wilderness, and screamed in the sky: "Tongtianjiansheng, the grievances of the past, have already passed, have been so many years, you again Why do you want to be in your arms, if you let me enter a time in the wilderness, I will be rewarded with great gifts."

"Hahaha, if you want to talk about the ability of vengeance, in the entire sacred world, there are several people who are comparable to your green-haired bird. The green-haired bird, still that sentence, want to step into the wilderness, you can try Let’s try it.” Tongtian Juggernaut is full of threats and provocations. I don't see anyone, but the sound is like a big bell in the sky.

Qingpeng Wang's face was blue and green. His eyes looked cold and looked at the direction of the wilderness. He snorted and turned away.

However, he did not go far, but found a meteorite in the distant starry sky and sat down, silently monitoring the sword dust across a distant distance.

"Sword dust, I would like to see how long you can stay in the wild state." Qing Peng Wang distantly looked at the starry sky, the land of the wilderness that has become the size of the nail cover, the heart of the dark.

Wasteland, Guangming Temple, Jianchen, Baiyu, Zhuofeng Three people at this moment show their full strength, rushing toward the peak of the mountain, the speed is very fast, it seems that three white light is flying, in the mountains As soon as it passed, it lost its sight.

Among the three of them, Zhuofeng has the strongest strength and has reached the realm of tri-color Yuan Dan. His whole body is bathed in the milky white light and runs in the forefront.

Secondly, it is the white jade that reaches the two-color Dan realm, and Jian Chen is at the end.

In fact, with the current cultivation of Jian Chen, he can completely ignore the suppression of the mysterious power of the whole body, and he can reach the top of the mountain in one step. However, his current status is only a bright sage who has just formed a one-color dan. Therefore, his ability to display is completely the same as the one-color dan.

But even so, the strength he exerted is not comparable to the bright sacredness of the one-color Yuan Dan. In the flight, the distance between him and Baiyu is also being pulled closer.

This is still the premise that Jian Chen has reservations and is unwilling to perform too prominently. Otherwise, he can easily surpass Bai Yu and surpass Zhuo Feng.

In the end, Zhuofeng was the first to reach the top of the mountain, while Jian Chen was at the last minute. He was slightly speeding up, taking the lead one step ahead of Baiyu, and letting the white jade, which should have been ranked second, finally fell. Third place.

"Little brother, can't see it, your speed is even faster than your sister." Bai Yu is quite a bit of a breathless sword dust.

"Very good, since everyone has come together, then I officially announced that Zhuo Feng, Changyang, Baiyu, the three of you from today are the students of Han Xin, and the next time, I will guide you through the teacher. The cultivation of the Light Master."

In front of the three people in the Jian Chen, standing a middle-aged man wearing a white robe, he looked gentle and elegant, with a few books angry, but a pair of eyes was stunned, facing the sword dust three people .

"In the future, Zhuo Feng is a master, Changyang, you are the second brother, Bai Yu, you are a younger sister." Han Xin said in a tone that could not be placed.

"Ah! How can I become the smallest, no, no, teacher, this is unfair, this is unreasonable, I am in the second place, how to get to the end." Bai Yu said with a dissatisfied: "Teacher, I am a two-color Yuan Dan. Changyang’s younger brother has just formed a color Yuan Dan. Zhuofeng’s brothers ranked first. I have no opinion. But how can you let the Changyang teacher with lower strength than me be in front of me? This is obviously It’s not fair.”

Han Xin stared at Bai Yu and said: "Whoever tells you who has the higher realm, who can be ranked in front."

"Isn't it?" Bai Yu snorted and said of course, the face was indignant.

"In my place, whoever arrives at the top of the mountain first, who is at the forefront, Zhuofeng first reaches the top of the mountain, so he is a master, Changyang is still ahead of you, so Changyang is second, you finally, naturally Third.” Han Xinyi said forcefully, and immediately waved his hand, saying: “Oh, this matter has been fixed. You don’t have to say more, the three of you go to find a place to open a cave house, as a place of practice for all three of you. Come here tomorrow morning to see you as a teacher."

"Remember, the scope of the Dongfu can not exceed the territory of the division." After that, Han Xin did not go to see the face of Bai Yu, who was crying, and left.

"Teacher, how can you do this, this is not fair." Bai Yu looked at the figure of Han Xinyuan who was wronged and was almost crying.