Sword of Coming

Earlier, when Ning Yao went out alone and planned to break through the formation first, the frontline monsters were blocked. When Ning Yao broke through the formation and led six sword repairers to the vicinity of the golden river, the monsters on both sides of the battlefield rushed forward one after another. Try to stay away from this woman "Sword Immortal" who is too fierce with a sword.

At this moment, Ning Yao seemed to be the war supervisor who "helped to suppress the formation", and the monster army rushed forward desperately.

So after Fan Dache took the lead to leave the two with his sword, he somehow became a golden core swordsman, chasing and killing the vast army of monsters all by himself.

Fan Dache felt that based on this matter alone, he should drink a pot of the most expensive Qingshen Mountain wine later on. His military exploits were enough, and he finally didn't need to borrow money from Chen Sanqiu to buy wine.

Chen Ping glanced at the front of the battlefield. The formation behind the monster army became thicker and tighter, swarming forward at an extremely fast speed, and the higher the level of monster monks, the farther away from the three of them in the rear. Of course, in fact, it was just for Stay away from Ning Yao alone, him and Fan Dache.

Said: "The sword cultivators on both sides, because of our relationship, the pressure will be much greater."

Ning Yao said: "Then try to meet the frontmost sword repairer as soon as possible. Specifically, how do you say it?"

Chen Pingan stepped on the long sword of Jianfang, and became more and more used to Yujian sticking to the ground, so he quickly rolled up his sleeves, "This time I will start the battle, and you will be the rear. body, I will leave it to you to dispose of."

Ning Yao asked: "Aren't you going to sacrifice the flying sword?"

"Just throw punches. It's just enough to polish the bottleneck of martial arts."

Chen Pingan said: "Don't worry, the speed of the formation is definitely not comparable to yours, but compared to other battlefields, it will not be slow."

Ning Yao nodded and said, "Then just punch."

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, his sword was like a rainbow, and after following up with Fan Dache, he spoke to him with his heart: "Dache, you take out your sword in the center, and I will fight in front. No matter what happens during the period, you don't have to worry about it. Sword forward. I may not be able to take care of you too much, but with Empress Ning Yao, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Fan Dache said in a deep voice, "Okay!"

In fact, when the second shopkeeper didn't say "Dache", Fan Dache knew that he needed to be more careful.

In an instant, Chen Pingan Yujian, who was wearing two robes of Yifang, suddenly sped up, made a straight line, and roared away.

On the way to guard the sword, there is still more than a hundred feet away from the monster army in front of him. Chen Pingan has already opened his fist, stepped on it, and the long sword under his foot tilted and fell. He was overwhelmed and became a real fly. In the eyes of Fan Dache behind him, Chen Pingan's figure disappeared instantly on the spot. He had already had the effect of the square-inch talisman without using the inch-shrinking square-inch talisman. Could it be that he had been in the Wufujin state for more than a year, and then he was gone again? Break the bottleneck and become a Grandmaster of the Far Traveling Realm?

Ning Yao chose Yujian this time, and explained to Fan Dache: "He is only in the golden body state at present, and has not traveled far. He has worn three magic robes, and now he is no longer saving his life, but just to suppress the fist. To a certain extent, the strength of the sword wins, and the three strengthen each other, which can be regarded as a kind of experience. It is similar to the martial arts style of the rivers and lakes where sandbags are tied to the feet all day long."

The reason why Ning Yao is willing to say so much.

Of course because it is related to Chen Pingan.

And Fan Dache is a mutual friend of her and Chen Pingan, and Chen Pingan takes care of Fan Dache the most, not only because Fan Dache is not good enough, it seems that in Fan Dache, Chen Pingan can see many shadows of his past years, pieced together , it will be natural and very close.

It's just that Ning Yao couldn't figure out the specific reason for this. He believed that Chen Ping'an would be free in the future, or that Mr. Yin Guan finally took a break from his busy schedule.

Of course he would tell her.

Ning Yao said again: "When he first started learning boxing in his hometown, he had a bag full of gravel tied to his leg. When he first went out for a trip, he used the half-jin talisman and the eight-liang talisman. I'm used to it, I don't know what will happen when I punch with all my strength, since he doesn't know how heavy and fast the punch is, then the opponent doesn't know even more."

Between the words, Ning Yao slashed out with a sword. It was a Jindan monster monk on the battlefield elsewhere. He glanced at her from a distance. The monster cultivator who was targeted at the other end opened his body in half and split his body to the sides with a slam. A golden core was blasted, causing countless fish in the pond to suffer.

Ning Yao thought of a trivial matter for no reason.

I remember Chen Pingan, who was still a young man, carrying a locust wood sword box and containing two swords. When he first came to Jianqi Great Wall to find her, when the two of them were alone, he liked to have nothing to say, and talked a lot about the country and the market. For example, the carpenter plays the ink thread, the skilled carpenter master, the thread is very accurate.

It was rare for Ning Yao to look at the battlefield after a sword strike, it was quite like that.

Fan Dache didn't know how to start a conversation.

In fact, standing next to Ning Yao, the pressure was so great that it was unimaginable.

My good friend Chen Sanqiu once told Fan Dache in private that when he and his friends like Diezhang were in a level lower than Ning Yao, it would be fine, but once they were in the same level, they would really doubt life . Am I really a sword cultivator too? Is my realm not fake?

It's just that Fan Dache was watching Chen Sanqiu drinking wine leisurely and complaining, but Chen Sanqiu was smiling all over his face.

The second shopkeeper once said that wine is the best fishing rod in the world, which can hook the words from the heart of a drunkard to his mouth, especially my family's Zhuhaidongtian wine, which is even more amazing.

Probably being able to become friends with Ning Yao, even a proud man like Chen Sanqiu would feel that it is both stressful and worth drinking.

While Fan Dache carefully looked around the battlefield, it was actually empty and seemed to be in no danger, but Fan Dache was still worried that there were some sneaky monster monks hiding under the ground, who would stab him with a sword or throw a magic weapon.

On the battlefield, there are many such things.

Fan Dache once saw with his own eyes a sword cultivator of the same age with excellent aptitude, accidentally, a monk from the mountain-moving monster clan hiding in the ground calculated the trajectory of the sword early, broke out of the ground, and grabbed the sword cultivator The two ankles directly tore the latter in half. On the battlefield, the truly most terrifying enemy is often not the kind of powerful monster clan that is in the bottleneck realm and crushes a certain battlefield with killing power. If you confront it, unless it is a place of death, you can avoid its edge. What is even more dreadful is Among the monster monks, those whose original intention is not for military exploits, but only to forge morals, are insidious in their actions, good at disguising, always pursuing one-shot kills, killing people invisible, and decisively fleeing away if they miss a hit. This kind of monster monks, on the battlefield It is even more like a fish in water, living a long life, sneaking around in various battlefields, and accumulating military exploits, which is actually very impressive.

It is said that the youngest Sword Immortal of the Upper Five Realms in the wild world, the great demon named Shuchen, used this insidious method to rise step by step.

What's even more frightening is that even if he has become a sword fairy in the upper five realms, he still likes to act in such a sneaky way, concealing the aura of a big demon, deliberately suppressing the aura of a sword fairy, and has always devoted himself to the battlefield as a monk of the Jindan monster clan, waiting for opportunities.

Because of this, A Liang personally searched for the movement of the minister in a battle, and was finally found by A Liang, and he handed out a sword from a distance, but the minister himself was a sword fairy, and at that time he used the preaching teacher A protective talisman, and finally escaped from the battlefield.

Fan Dache suddenly froze for a moment.

Isn't that the case with the second shopkeeper in my house? And can it be regarded as the ancestor level of this industry?

It's just a pity that he became the hidden official of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Otherwise, even if the second shopkeeper didn't serve as Fan Dache's guardian sword master, Chen Pingan would wantonly haunt the battlefields all by himself. The ability to control, and the precise calculation of the combat power of the enemy and the enemy in a certain battlefield, I believe that no matter whether it is the accumulation of combat achievements or the speed of growth, it will not be inferior to that big monster.

Ning Yao's demeanor of a sword fairy is of course thrilling and fascinating.

But no matter how awe and admiration, Ning Yao is just Ning Yao, and no one of the same age in the entire Sword Qi Great Wall can learn from Ning Yao.

But the Second Shopkeeper's fighting style, in fact, even Fan Dache can learn, as long as he is willing, witnesses, listens, reads, and memorizes, he can turn it into his own use, improve his cultivation, and as long as there is a slight chance of winning on the battlefield, It can often help the sword repairer to kill an accident.

On the front battlefield, after Chen Ping no longer controlled the sword, he took the initiative to fall into a heavy siege, and landed in a thick encirclement circle formed by the demon clan.

The boxing frame is wide open, and the majestic fist is flowing like a river. It is similar to that of Ning Yao who used sword energy to form a small world.

Those who are not careful, or who dare to get close, will be the enemy of my fist first.

A monster with a body as big as a gazebo, who became a monk after being enlightened, and the two natal objects are specially used to superimpose protective magical powers, relying on his natural tyrannical physique to run amok on the battlefield.

As a result, Chen Pingan opened the way directly with his fist, and his whole body was like a long sword, cutting him in two on the spot, and the surging blood was scattered by the fist and knocked back.

Hitting someone a thousand times is not as good as a stab.

Chen Ping only punched the enemy.

One person is trapped, surrounded by enemies in all directions.

Still strive to kill the enemy with one punch, hurt their roots, and shatter their souls.

Every punch seems to be saving energy, but in fact every punch is extremely powerful and heavy, going forward indomitably, the pure and vague intention of the punch can make the surrounding sword energy actively avoid it.

A monster monk who couldn't avoid it, with a burly figure and a height of two feet, swung a sledgehammer and smashed it down.

Facing the legendary Ning Yao, maybe he was just waiting to die, but with this "young man" who didn't have a flying sword and only had extremely high boxing skills, at least he didn't lack the heart to fight.

Chen Pingan stretched out his hand to resist the sledgehammer, and his whole body was shrouded in shadow. Chen Pingan moved his ankles a little bit, and unloaded the huge force to the ground. Even so, he was still smashed. Knees sunk into the ground.

He was able to dodge but he didn't. He slammed a heavy hammer, and deliberately stagnated a little, in order to let the monster monks who were hiding around him feel that there was an opportunity.

A warrior monk of the Yao clan wearing a fine iron rune armor approached Chen Pingan with a knife in both hands, slashing towards him with momentum like a rainbow.

Another Jindan cultivator stretched out his sleeve, threw out two golden talismans with pictures of the five mountains and meandering rivers, stretched out his palm, and lifted it up heavily.

The ground around Chen Pingan's feet was first frozen by the Jindan cultivator with magical techniques, sealing off a radius of tens of feet.

The mountain talisman made of golden material manifested five fist-sized mountains of different colors, four of which were hanging beside the young martial artist, and only the middle mountain in the talisman smashed at the opponent's head.

Chen Pingan, who was supporting the sledgehammer with one hand, raised his left hand, and directly grasped the jet-black dharma knife with foul smell as thick as ink. The pure fist in the palm of his hand rubbed against the light of the black knife, and the flames splashed everywhere.

With a twist of his wrist, he dragged the military monk who was unwilling to let go of his sword to hit the pocket mountain made by the golden talisman.

The Hammer Monster Clan, who had already completed the task of luring the enemy, could no longer smash down the sledgehammer, so they temporarily retracted their weapons, raised their arms high, and wanted to do it again.

A monk from the Bing family and the monster clan saw a bad opportunity. He neither wanted to be hit by the Zhongyue, nor was he willing to be accidentally hit by the subsequent sledgehammer. He resolutely abandoned his knife and retreated.

The next moment, Chen Pingan, who had been using the ape boxing style passed down by Zhu Lian, suddenly changed into Zhongqiu's pinnacle boxing boxing. The slender "boy" with slightly loose shoulders and a stooped back immediately returned to his normal body posture, boxing intent As soon as it changed, it became thicker and thicker, and it directly shattered the surrounding spell bans, and smashed on the pocket Zhongyue with a fist. When the fist touched the hill, there was a wave of frenzied fist ripples, which shattered the mountain into a ball. The golden light splashed.

Chen Pingan, who was still holding the magic knife near the tip of the knife with his left hand, slid out backwards, avoiding the second heavy hammer from the burly monster clan.

With the knife in his left hand, he retracted a little, his right fist was loosened to form a palm knife, and he chopped down with one knife, cutting the magic knife into two pieces, so that the soldiers and monsters who wanted to take the initiative to blow up the attacking natal object, stole Instead of eating a lot of rice, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his heart. He glanced at the young man who was still surrounded by the Four Mountains, and found that this military monk was directly avoiding the wind and staying away from this battlefield.

The four mountains formed by the condensed talismans made of golden material, although small, hovering in the air at this moment, still have the impressive appearance of those mountains standing above the ground.

Surround the boy in black with the hammer in the formation, but the central mountain is missing, which is a little insufficient.

Fortunately, the other golden talisman has turned into a water flood that is several feet long, and after all, it has formed a pattern of mountains and rivers flowing.

The burly monster who was so implicated that he could only fight for his life with that young man no longer spared his life. On the battlefield, he was not afraid of death at all, but there were people who were afraid of death even more.

Armed with a sledgehammer, the burly monster raced fiercely. In the cage of the Four Mountains Formation where there was a water flood to slay, they went straight to the boy with unreasonably heavy fists, and exchanged lives with him if he could!

In the end, he was punched to the chest by the young man. Before that, the talisman water jellyfish had already worn down the burly monster until his bones and flesh were blurred. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a mutual entrapment in which fellow Taoists died first and then died, because after the boy punched and killed the burly monster, he jumped up high on his toes, held the latter's head, and slammed into The water dragon, the burly monster who chose to blow up the golden core by himself, his body and soul were wiped out together with the water dragon.

The Golden Core cultivator took a closer look, and the young man tore off the broken robe, and was still wearing a Yifang robe inside.

The skin on his face was also shattered, so it was removed casually by the young man and put into his sleeve, even the sledgehammer on the ground disappeared, and was put into something close at hand.

Without hesitation, the Golden Core cultivator cast a unique technique regardless of the Four Mountain Talismans, turned into several puffs of green smoke, and fled away separately.

Chen Pingan didn't deliberately chase down this Golden Core cultivator, and without the restraint of a magic robe on his fists, the more abundant fists pushed the four crumbling pocket mountains far away. With four fists out, four beams of golden light exploded, and nearly a hundred monsters were killed or injured on the battlefield in an instant. With no mask to hide, the monster army didn't know who was the first to call out the word "hidden official", and the army that was still trying to form an formation to meet the enemy under the supervision of the battle suddenly fled.

Chen Pingan's subsequent line of battle was no longer a straight forward, but he chose to draw a big circle on the battlefield, and then moved forward slightly, the more he fled, the faster he fled, and the more he punched first.

A martial artist breathes pure qi, punches non-stop, when the punches are about to be exhausted, he will find a chance to catch his breath, and if the situation is dangerous, he will hold his breath.

On the battlefield, making enemies on all sides, can it be compared to the punching fist of a martial artist in the ten realms? Dealing with the latter is the real life hanging by a thread. Isn't the so-called physical toughness just like paper under the punch of a tenth-level warrior who is often at the peak of the ninth level? You can only rely on guessing, gambling, and instinct, and you are closer to a person who is close to the gods and has a tacit heart.

For Chen Pingan, as long as there is no Nascent Soul Sword cultivator hiding by his side,

The so-called one-man battle, the battlefield is not a battlefield at all, it has always been fighting against each other.

Li Er once said that in the one-on-one match that almost accidentally killed Song Changjing, the aptitude of the Dali Fan King was of course good, but the fist was still too light at that time, but the reason why Song Changjing was able to support him for so long was that The reason is that Song Changjing is not only a martial arts practitioner, but also a warrior who has fought on the battlefield. After honing his boxing skills on the battlefield for a long time, he will naturally have an atmosphere of "ten thousand enemies on the battlefield". , the opponent fights with it, like an enemy with a thousand troops, they will be tied up.

Now that Chen Pingan is on the battlefield, he is looking for the first level of this atmosphere. There are thousands of mountains and rivers. How many mountains and rivers can those who are really close to him have?

As long as the punch is heavy enough, the figure is fast enough, and the eyes are accurate enough, it is nothing more than wading across the mountain, "slowly" passing one place after another.

After that, Chen Pingan, who was on the rise, became more and more pure. Whether he was walking or flying, he was walking in six steps at all times. The only punches he could punch were iron cavalry chiseling, god-man beating drums, and cloud steaming Daze. Three types.

Although Li Er was a martial artist in the tenth level, he didn't say much about the principles of boxing when he was practicing boxing in the ruins of the Lion Peak Immortal Mansion. He occasionally said a few words, and he said it bluntly, saying that he heard Zheng Dafeng often repeating it. , what Li Er and Chen Pingan said may be useful to you. Anyway, a few words of boxing theory have no weight and cannot overwhelm anyone.

Among them is the sentence: When you see an enemy in your eyes, you start punching. When you think you are invincible, you are enlightened. Your boxing skills are great. You are always within the Dharma, and the Dharma is not hindered at all times.

When the formation started this time, Chen Ping'an would not use his fists to kill the fierce and roaring monsters, nor would he show mercy to the young monster monks who were filled with fear and whose eyes were pleading.

Pure martial arts, just punching.

Those with high skills will live, those with weak fists will die.

The warrior Chen Ping'an on the battlefield looked calm and his eyes were cold.

Ning Yao only reminded Fan Dache, "Don't get close to him."

Chen Ping'an's thoughts became fewer and fewer, and he let go of all his previous thoughts and worries, approaching the state of "forgetting the self and forgetting the boxing" as Li Er called it.

He didn't use the Shuchichi Talisman, nor did he use the first or fifteenth day of the lunar month. He didn't even use the pine needles or the thunder that could pull his body.

As for the two natal flying swords, Caged Bird and Jing Diyue, they are of great use and will never show up early.

At this moment, Chen Pingan had even completely forgotten that he was a sword cultivator, with four flying swords and two natal flying swords.

At the thickest point of the monster army's formation, the fists arrived before anyone could reach them.

Ning Yao is still looking for those high-level Jindan and Nascent Soul monsters.

Fan Dache still had nothing to do. Fortunately, compared to the previous formation when Ning Yao opened the formation, and the group just followed the sword, this time Chen Pingan opened the formation with fists, giving Fan Dache more opportunities to use his sword.

Previously, Ning Yao was wielding a sword alone and opened the formation too quickly.

On the north-south fronts on the left and right wings, the two groups of sword cultivators who went down to the city to fight were still far away from this golden river. They had not even reached half of the distance. And the further back, the slower they would break the formation and kill the enemy, even extremely. It is possible that before the halfway mark, the Great Sword Qi Wall needs to be withdrawn, and the second group of sword cultivators on the wall who are recharging their energy will take turns to go into battle to deal with this tug-of-war with corpses everywhere.

Elsewhere in the vast battlefield between the golden river and the city wall, the fastest group of sword cultivators who were currently moving south could barely advance halfway. That was because Nascent Soul sword cultivator Qi Shou was helping to lead the way.

The four people from Diezhang returned north, and together with the dozen or so sword cultivators on the nearby battle line, they went south to kill the monster army one by one.

Four young genius sword cultivators stood in a row with a distance of seventy or eighty feet from each other. They no longer pursued the speed and depth of the formation, and began to kill as many monsters as possible. Therefore, the four sword cultivators all Starting to step on the long sword, Zhenyue, Hongzhuang, Sutra, and Zidian, in the posture of wielding a sword, sacrificed their own flying swords, and fought all the way back to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Sanqiu's natal flying sword is called "White Deer". One of the natal magical powers of the flying sword is the sight of a white deer holding a mushroom. On the battlefield, a white deer as big as a house will appear, and the Ganoderma mushroom it holds is Chen Sanqiu's. That natal flying sword, Bailu was naturally covered in sword light, with snow flying all around, and it was able to gather spiritual energy on its own, which was very miraculous.

On the battlefield, the white deer with swords all over its body as bright as snow was clashing wantonly, with great killing power.

Legend has it that before Chen Sanqiu gave birth to his natal flying sword, he had a dream in the afternoon when he was young. He saw a moose swimming in front of him, knelt down on all four legs, and took the initiative to recognize its owner.

Therefore, Chen Sanqiu is known as a romantic among the younger generation of Jianqi Great Wall, and he definitely has a lot of money.

He has a good family background, a good temper, a good skin, good popularity, and good qualifications. Except for the fact that the wine quality of the young master of the Chen family is a little bit bad, there is almost no fault that can be found.

Divine objects such as the White Deer are often involved in the illusory literary destiny, so Chen Sanqiu got the "Jingshu", one of the great Li imitations of Bai Yujing's ancient swords, which complemented each other. Because Chen Sanqiu's natal flying sword is one of the very few rare beings with two natal magical powers. In addition to using the flying sword and the white deer appearing, it can also invisibly increase Chen Sanqiu's literary fortune. Therefore, Chen Sanqiu is actually both an innate The sword embryo is also a natural seed for reading.

You must know that in the vast world, there are only two Confucian saints who have the realm of sword immortals, the Three Great Palaces and the Seventy-two Colleges.

It's a pity that Chen Sanqiu was born in the Great Wall of Jianqi where there are few scholars. The most important thing is that Chen Sanqiu's surname is Chen, so he can't go to that foreign country where there are schools everywhere and the sound of books is audible.

Sword cultivators who can win the title of genius on the Great Wall of Sword Qi actually have stories for everyone.

Anyone who is a swordsman who likes to drink can get drunk, even if he is drunk to death, there is a reason.

Ning Yao always followed Chen Pingan, who only punched, not far or near.

Ning Yao vaguely sensed a thought in Chen Ping'an's mind. It was probably a thought that Chen Ping'an himself was unaware of at the moment.

If my fist is high enough to reach the sky, and the sword energy is on the battlefield south of the Great Wall, anyone who is my enemy, Chen Pingan, will die without drawing my sword.

Ning Yao didn't think this was bad, but he felt that this might not be the best. There was only one reason, he was Chen Ping'an.

So Ning Yao shouted, "Chen Pingan."

On the battlefield, Chen Pingan immediately closed his fist and stopped, turning his head, somewhat confused.

Fan Dache's sword was a little unsteady for a moment, but the strange feeling passed away in a flash.

Ning Yao said: "Keep punching, I'm behind you."

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why Ning Yao wanted to say this, but he still nodded with a smile.

The Yifang robe that I had borrowed from Pang Yuanji had been broken and put away, and the one on my body was so broken that I didn't even need to put it away, so I shook it apart with my fist and flew away in all directions like a dandelion.

Not only that, but the Ning Mansion's green robe was also put away, so Chen Pingan was only wearing a robe made of the most ordinary material.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and spat out a large mouthful of bruised blood. Unknowingly, within a radius of dozens of feet with him as the center, there was no longer a living monster on the battlefield.

Chen Pingan shook his wrist with one hand, and lightly clenched and unclenched his fists with the other hand. The white bones of his hands were exposed. It was normal. Of course it hurt, but this familiar feeling that he had not seen for a long time made him feel at ease.

If you don't suffer a little pain, you can practice any boxing or practice whatever you want.

Chen Ping'an looked into the distance, and finally raised his gaze, only to find that the big characters carved on the wall couldn't be more familiar.

fierce.

The handwriting is really ugly.

Chen Ping'an subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky.

You can come late, but don't come.

Even if it's just to take a look at the Sword Qi Great Wall halfway back to my hometown, as for whether to draw the sword or not, we can wait until we come here.

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand to grab it, only to remember that the Jianfang sword had long since collapsed.

Then he took out the mountain-moving magic sword belonging to the Nascent Soul Demon Clan from the nearby objects. It was long, narrow, sharp, and crystal clear.

Chen Pingan held the magic sword that had no owner. It was a very high-grade, first-class magic weapon. He weighed it gently and found that it was heavy enough, so he continued to open the formation.

After a while.

Fan Dache couldn't help but turn his head and look behind him.

Ning Yao was rubbing his brow.

In front of the two of them, Chen Ping'an was slashing with a knife.

Fan Dache felt that this was probably a thief.

For a moment.

Ning Yao held out a sword.

Instead of rescuing Chen Pingan, even if the person who attacked him secretly was a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator.

In cooperation with him, the one who chose to assassinate Ning Yao was the previous Jade Pu Realm Sword Immortal who was proficient in the art of concealment.

Ordinary immortals and Taoists on the mountain, if they are of a high level, will inevitably hesitate a little if they choose to save someone of a low level at this time.

Ning Yao had no distracting thoughts, and the sword's heart became clearer and brighter.

She can kill the enemy, but he can live.

Ning Yao believed in himself, and he believed in Chen Ping'an even more.

Ning Yao, who had been deliberately staying at the bottleneck of the Golden Core Realm for many years, casually reached the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul Realm in an instant.

After Ning Yao drew his sword, he was still distracted and glanced at the top of the city.

Chen Qingdu stood on the top of the city with his hands behind his back, smiling.

Wei Jin on the side smiled bitterly and said: "Boss Sword Immortal, why do you deliberately suppress Ning Yao's breakthrough?"

Chen Qingdu smiled and said: "Don't be anxious, don't deliberately compete for those vain titles, do you need to become the first swordsman under the age of thirty in history?"

Wei Jin, who became a Sword Immortal at the age of forty, still didn't understand, "Ning Yao didn't try to force others to succeed, he just followed the trend. Boss Sword Immortal, you used the entire Sword Qi Great Wall's kendo to defeat Ning Yao at the Nascent Soul bottleneck. Why?" "

Chen Qingdu smiled and said: "I am Wei Jin?"

Wei Jin was speechless.

I miss the time when my seniors were at the top of the city.

The implication of the Boss Sword Immortal’s words is that you are Chen Qingdu?

Chen Qingdu continued: "Winning with swordsmanship? Then you underestimate Ning Yatou too much."

The old man in gray in the wild world, no matter how fierce the battle was, never paid attention to it and just closed his eyes and rested in Jiazi tent.

At this moment, the old man opened his eyes and spoke directly to Chen Qing with a smile: "This is breaking the rules."

Chen Qingdu replied: "Don't accept it? Come to the city to have a fight?"