Talisman Emperor

The stone tablet in the center of the Sha Demon cemetery, straight into the sky, has a cool, rustic and bright smell, like a pillar of heaven, engraved with countless strange shapes of writing, like tadpoles, like inscriptions, plus the erosion that has gone on for countless years, those words have long become blurred and unrecognizable.

From a distance, this stone tablet is like a altar used by the town spirit. Those dark demons in the heavens and the earth, as soon as Pu approached the stone tablet, he avoided, afraid to take a step forward.

And before that tablet, an iron sword was inserted into the earth, revealing only half the body of the sword.

“Hmm?”

As soon as Chen Xi's eyes lit up, there were fluctuations of spiritual energy on the iron sword, and the hidden flow revealed a hint of great elegance. This scent was extremely familiar to him, so he resembled the vast swordplay cultivated by his younger brother Chen Hao, as if he were of the same origin, with a different curve of work.

By applying the divine weathering feather method, the shadow of Chen Xi disappeared on the branches, and when it reappeared, it had already stood in front of the broken stone tablet.

Hold the Iron Sword with your hands extended, and Chen Xiao pulled hard.

Buzz!

A fierce sword rushed into the sky, piercing the nine rolls, surrounded by a range of fog magic, suddenly like snow melted into the water, evaporated into the sky and disappeared.

This iron sword, the color is black, the sword blade shines through the hidden blue light, it is three feet two inches long, the sword body engraves the symbolic trajectory of Xuan Ao, these trajectories are simple and clear, look up, the sword is like a river of the Yangtze River, the havoc, the shock of snow, that ancient and prolonged rhythm, like a sword that can accommodate all things red and dust, covering the world of decline, transformation, it is like a sword of green history with red and dust all the state!

“Okay, baby! ”

At the moment when Chen Xi held the Iron Sword in his hand, it felt like the whole person had been practiced in the rolling red dust, life was dynamical, the dynasty of the dynasty was replaced, everything was dead and prosperous, things were decaying... they were all transformed into a chest full of tremendous treasure, they wanted to stand up for the heavens and the earth, to live for the people, to learn from the Holy Succession, and to open peace for all the world!

“Good sword, this sword should be a Confucian artifact, fumigated by the spirit of the Great Confucian Saint, and live long, most magnificent and magnificent, Aung Tibetan Weimei!” Chen Xi was amazed. He remembered violently that his brother Chen Hao practiced a vast swordplay, which was just as gentle as this sword. If he cooperated, it would be a perfect match for each other, Zhu Lian.

“This sword is subtle, although not a fairy, but it won't give way to much, but it can be given to the younger brother, and he can realize meditation from time to time, and may be able to take a higher level on the sword lane. ”

Immediately, Chen Xiao was ready to bring the Iron Sword into the Floating Treasure Tower.

Thousands of feet away, four or five sectarian disciples scattered across the country saw swordsmanship in front of them and a blinking eye swept away without hesitation.

“Someone's coming!” Lingbai warned.

Chen Xi was ready to leave the body and settled. After several breaths, around him, the five disciples of the sect appeared, all young generations of monks from various parts of the Great Chu dynasty, a tiger stared at Chen Xi, his eyes flashed.

“Boy, did you take that sword baby? ”

“Leave the sword and spare you your death! ”

“This sword must be extraordinary, such a treasure. In fact, you can get it, cut yourself an arm and spare you a small life! ”

In a cold drink, the five men slowly approached each other, clearly holding the idea of killing and robbing the treasure.

Chen Xi Shen was calm, judging by the smell, these five people were strong in the early days of Jindan, and their strength was clearly worse than that of the Teng brothers.

“Killing for treasure? Depends if you have the strength.” There was no killing, no bragging, Chen Xi was calm, and his voice was faint. In the face of the siege of the five Kindan monks, he seemed very calm and comfortable.

“If you want to die, I'll have you!” The closest disciple to Chen Xiao, the raised hand is a punch, the grinding disc size of the real yuan punch prints compressed.

Boom!

Chen Xi had an extra silver-rayed swordsman, stabbed out at an unparalleled speed, like a cold light, thunderbolt blasting, broken electricity, tore a real yuan fist print, pierced this man's throat, Pfft! A bloodbath of scalding orangutans splashed out, wonderful.

Kill with one sword!

Already in the ruins of the five rows, Chen Xi killed the Teng brothers in the middle of Jindan on his own. At that time, his repair was still around the first realm of Huang Ting. Now, after double repair with Qin Xiu Yue and Fan Yunlan, there is a magical heavenly scent drunkenness as an aid. The refining and refining of the body is only one step away from the realm of Jindan. At least his strength surged more than twice. Killing a monk in the beginning of Jindan is more than a swim blade.

“Let's do it together!” The other four were shocked and shouted.

Chen Xi's lips filled with a hint of chill, the long sword spinning, the shadow of the sword broke empty, such as the wind thunder, but used the swordplay of Xuan Zhen in the "Ten Thousand Tibetan Swords Dictionary".

The disciples of the Sect who attacked from one side were not yet close, with an extra cave of blood between their eyebrows, and half of their brains were ripped out.

One sword slaughtered a Zongmen disciple, Chen Xiao left no hand, swept across the sword, such as Thunder Lock the River, and poked it under the ribs of another person. The man's body was cut into two pieces and his blood stained the ground.

“Run! This kid is not an ordinary Huangting Successful Brother. He succeeded in cultivating the most difficult Book of Swords in the world!” The only two remaining disciples of the Sect only looked at the death spirit and were horrified and angry. They understood that Chen Xiao was not at all what they could provoke.

But now it's too late to try to escape.

One person fled slowly, was directly blown to the head by a sword from Chen Xi, the other was already outside of the hundred, but it was too late to be happy, only felt a cold neck, looked down, a cold sword penetrated the throat, with a brilliant blood flower.

In a blink of an eye, five early brothers of Golden Dan were killed, and the scene was bloody shocking!

Chen Xiao did not leave, nor did he search the storage treasure on the bodies of these people. He suddenly turned around and looked behind the tablet, “Friend, the show is over, it's time to show up! ”

Boo!

A figure of smoke swept out and floated to the side of the tablet.

“The strength is good. With the successful cultivation of the Wong Dynasty, you can kill five early brothers of Golden Dan across the border. If this is passed on, it must also be a matter of sensation. When you advance to the kingdom of Golden Dan, you can even show off at the Star Convention five years later. It would be a shame to have a qualification like yours killed. I don't want to embarrass you, but you're going to hand over that sword that you just got. It's kind of my victory, isn't it? ”

The young man named Huang Yuhu looked young, gorgeous, with his hands on his back and a light, but he had a strong temper on his body. In terms of breath alone, his strength should be similar to that of the Teng brothers, but he was slightly worse than that of Lin Muxuan, Xiao Linger and others.

Chen Xi thought slightly and concluded that this person, like other younger generations of Jin Danqiang, was necessarily the core disciple of Jin Dan cultivated by a major force in the Great Chu dynasty.

“What if I don't?” If it was before, Chen Xiao was not sure to beat each other, but now it is different from the past, let alone this Yellow Jade Tiger, that is to meet Qing Xiuyu again, he also dared to fight.

Yellow Jade Tiger smiled softly, but the words were so harsh, "If you compare me to those five pieces of junk, you will die miserably, I advise you not to piss me off. ”

Buzz!

Chen Xi fingered a sword and sang, "Within the three swords, you must take your head! ”

“Haha, it turns out, most people who want to die in this world don't have the strength, they don't know the heavens and the earth are thick!” In a laugh, Yellow Jade Tiger stepped on the ground, the ground collapsed and collapsed, while his men swept over Chen Xi. Brush! He is still on his way. There is a snow-white curved knife in his hand. A powerful blade erupts. The void around him is like a torn cotton flock. It is cut out of countless cracks, and the noise is plain.

“Cleavage knife!” Yellow Jade Tiger drank violently, and the knife ripped the night sky with a puncture of sunshine and chopped it down.

“A sword!” Chen Xi's eyes twitched slightly, his head shook slightly, a sword stabbed out, swords like mountains stacked, like water rushed, mountains hugged and stagnant. It is the "Gong Feng Dao" in the Ten Thousand Hidden Swords Dictionary.

Gong, Shan Ya.

Redeemer, Zeya.

The mountains blend together, like mountain thickness, such as zest, and for a moment, everything around them seems to be stuck in a swamp of mountain mud, stuck, delayed, and pounded swords emit a clogged mass, such as blunt, thick forces that drag.

Yellow Jade Tiger's flying shadow stagnated, the whole person was like a big bug falling into the spider web, even the knife intent of his hand was like being dragged down, at least 30% less speed.

“What kind of weird sword is that? But if you want to be stuck with me, then you're naive, Flying Falls!” Yellow Jade Tiger's eyes stirred, running the real yuan continuously, the sword changed, like a storm, splitting out a thousand knives, the knife like a flying waterfall, blowing down.

Wow!

Chen Xitong entered a situation where 10,000 falls fell, and those snowy, satin waterfalls seemed like galaxies falling from the nine rolls, each drop of water with hegemonic significance, terrible.

“Kan Kendo!” Chen Xixi is calm and indifferent, the sword leads, the sword is pounding, such as the leader of the god of water, the more slowly the 10,000 knives Mang Falls fall!

Brush!

When the waterfall was completely stationary, Chen Xi pulled the sword, swung it, and the action was huge. There was no half-dragging mud with water, silence and silence. The surrounding waterfall was broken into two pieces, and the “flying waterfall knife area” of the Yellow Jade Tiger was suddenly smashed into thin air.

“How is that possible? How could my waterfall be broken by a yellow court boy?” Yellow Jade Tiger's face suddenly changed, and at this moment he discovered violently that he still underestimated Chen Xi's strength.

Too bad it's too late.

While his voice was still twisting, it was like an ancient cloud, a vast and insignificant invisible sword, appearing in the sky between his throat, cut down.

The Dry Sword of the Massive Sword!

Dryer, Tianya, Dry Sword Road is the most empty, constantly melting into the surrounding void, even Chen Xi, if he wishes, that void can be turned into the sword in the palm of the hand, God unwittingly snipes the enemy.

Pfft!

A bloody head came out of the sky, his face was still stunned, and he seemed to dare not believe that he would really die in the hands of a yellow court boy within three swords... Dang!

The snowy, frosty curved knife fell on the floor, making a crisp sound, as if to mourn for its deceased owner.