One Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Seven to the Car as a Prison

Ling Feng has enough reasons not to believe it. If such a person with such a serious crime can also become a swordsman, it is really a kind of stain on the swordsman.

A real swordsman should be a senior like the Wuying Swordsman, with outstanding strength, yet humble and low-key.

If it wasn't for that person, the master wouldn't have died, and the junior sister wouldn't be so sad.

The joy of becoming an emperor can also be shared with the most respected elders, but because of the Qinglong King, everything is doomed to only think about it.

For the Azure Dragon King Xiao Chen, although Ling Feng didn't show his hatred on his face like his younger brother and younger sister.

But at the bottom of his heart, he always remembered this person, but he just hid his hatred deeply in his heart.

"By the way, Brother Bai, you just heard the news that some demons will go to the wild battlefield recently, and the Water Moon Alliance will also go." Ling Feng shook his head, stopped thinking about the Azure Dragon King, and changed the subject. .

Bai Ruxue nodded and said: "Naturally, it is said that His Highness will come among this group of demons, but it is not clear which lineage of the Eighteen Demon Emperors will come."

There are eighteen demon emperors in the Abyssal Demon Realm, and the demon emperors of each lineage have their own direct bloodlines, and these direct bloodlines are collectively called the descendants of the royal family of the Demon Realm.

The children of the royal family of each line will form their own forces, for example, the children of the royal family of the line of the Blood Demon Emperor will form the Blood Demon Palace.

And His Highness is the most talented and highest-ranking existence among the children of this royal family, and also the future Demon Emperor, equivalent to the prince of the world.

"Why, you want to go with us?" Bai Ruxue asked.

Ling Feng nodded and said, "I can?"

Bai Ruxue smiled and said, "Of course you can, but if you go, I can't guarantee your safety, you have to think clearly."

Ling Feng said resolutely: "I think very clearly, although you said that my talent is not inferior to Wen Ziran, the queen of the sword king, but today's battle has made me understand. No matter how strong the talent is, the foundation is not high. Also in vain."

"Okay, that counts as you. With your talent, it can only be fully developed in the life-and-death battle. Let's go, first follow me to the Water Moon Alliance."

After the group agreed, they quickly left the Starfire City.

After half an hour, after the group of people had completely gone away, in the sky of Xinghuo City, two black flood dragons pulled a black chariot, passed through layers of blood clouds, and landed on the ground.

After landing, the two fierce dragons immediately turned into black horses and lowered their heads docilely.

"Bai Ruxue, Ximen Leopard, Feng Xingsheng, long time no see, so they have already become emperors..."

In the black chariot with the seven-handed magic weapons, the mysterious Wuying Sword King looked at the direction of the group of people going away, concentrating on talking to himself, as if he was recalling something.

"Brother in white, do you want to go to Starfire City to stay for a while?"

In the chariot, beside the figure of the mysterious man, a mirror appeared. On the mirror sat a girl with a big thumb, holding her head with her hands and asking.

"I'm not going, I'm full of sins,? Sin, it's becoming more and more difficult to deal with. The stronger I am, the stronger they will become. They can't be killed or destroyed."

The so-called Shadowless Sword King is naturally Xiao Chen, and he will come to Starfire City every year at this time.

Let's take a look, on the countless tombstones, the word Xiao Chen is outlined with blood.

In his life, he has never regretted doing anything, but only the catastrophe five years ago made him regret his whole life.

Too much guilt has become a knot in his heart, and he is suffering. Just like now, the black chariot is like a cage, trapping himself. The knot is an invisible cage, trapping his heart.

He had long wanted to eradicate all the sins that filled the sky.

Every time he comes, his strength will be doubled, but those sins will also become stronger. It seems that there will never be a day when they will disappear, and these sins will disappear unless he dies.

Although the sins in the sky have no effect on him now, Xiao Chen always feels that keeping these sins will eventually cause great trouble.

"Where do we go now?"

"Qingyun City, there is a swordsman there. According to rumors, he has his own unique understanding of the double-sword style."

Horses are galloping, wheels are rolling, and the black chariot is like a ghost. In the dark night, it is fleeting, and it is driving towards the direction of Qingyun City.

Among the chariots, Xiao Chen was not idle either, running the Purple Thunder Jue and practicing non-stop.

Although the emperor's road was broken back then, the purple emperor's gate penetrated into his emperor's heart. His martial arts path did not despair because of the broken emperor's road, and he took another road.

The moment Dimen entered his body, it seemed that a certain shackle in his body was broken, and some rules that had been imprisoned on the warrior for a long time no longer existed.

For example, absorbing the primordial power, he obviously did not become an emperor, but the amount of primordial power that can be contained in his body has already exceeded one hundred.

Now that five years have passed, the power of primordial power in the heart of the emperor has reached as much as a thousand, which is comparable to Emperor Wu of the fifth heaven.

But compared with the regular Emperor Wu, he doesn't have the soul of the emperor, nor the golden body of Emperor Wu.

He himself doesn't know what it is now, he is walking a road that no one has traveled, and no one knows where the end will be.

But fortunately, his heart of a swordsman has not changed, and it is enough to gallop forward along this heart.

In the heart of the emperor, the mysterious purple emperor gate instinctively opened a gap the moment he jumped off the emperor's road.

In the days to come, no matter how hard he tries, even if he reaches his current level of cultivation, he will never be able to open the Emperor's Gate even a single bit [,! ]

It's not that his cultivation is not enough, but that there is an invisible resistance that prevents him from pushing through the Emperor's Gate.

Sometimes he wonders if the Emperor's Road in the Kunlun Realm is a conspiracy of Heaven. The moment he opens the Emperor's Gate, he actually closes another door, the one that leaves Kunlun.

Jingle!

At this moment, the black chariot stopped suddenly. The seven-handed divine soldiers trembled unceasingly, and rushed together, making a clear and cold sound of wind chimes.

Xiao Chen didn't open his eyes, a vague shadow was walking towards him step by step, hundreds of miles away.

boom!

There was a powerful saber intent on the person who came, and he released the saber intent on his body like a joke.

The seven-handed divine weapon trembled more and more, as if it felt the strength of the person coming.

On the contrary, Xiao Chen was very calm, his expression was calm. In the past five years, he challenged swordsmen from all walks of life. Many old sword emperors were defeated by his sword, and his swordsman heart has already undergone a transformation.

For Xiao Chen, these five years are as long as decades have passed. The heart of the swordsman is undergoing transformation and sublimation, and it has been precipitated and polished by the years, adding a lot of vicissitudes.

If you see a lot, you will naturally be able to see the mountain collapse in front of you without changing your color.

Phew, the body of the black-clothed swordsman in front suddenly disappeared, submerged in the night without a trace.

Xiao Chen flexed his fingers, and the non-knocking blade at the front of the chariot made a heavy muffled sound, and quickly bounced out.

clang!

In the dark night, there was a clanging sound, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, deafening. A figure was forced out in the air, and after landing, it retreated a hundred steps.

The magic weapon that was unsheathed was inserted back again.

The world returned to peace, as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes, his eyes focused on the person who came, and being able to catch him with a knife is already qualified for him to remember this person.

Wen Ziran!

The person who came was actually Wen Ziran, the queen of sword king Wu Xiaotian.

"Wuying Knife King is indeed the Wuying Knife King, and his reputation is indeed well-deserved. It seems that I have found the wrong person." Wen Ziran put the knife back into its sheath, and smiled softly.

"How did you find me?"

In the chariot, there was a vicissitudes of voice, Xiao Chen changed his voice and asked.

"As long as you are a swordsman, there is no one I can't find." Wen Ziran said confidently, "Two months later, there will be a swordsman tea party, and I hope you can come, this is the first time in the golden age A knife tea party."

A golden invitation card flew out of Wen Ziran's hand lightly, and then flew faster and faster, with wanton sharpness and boundless wind.