Two Thousand Three Hundred and Five if You Will Fly but Not Fly

Inside the ancestral hall, the atmosphere was weird, and no one dared to speak.

The elders, including Luo Yun, felt more and more uncomfortable. The hall was so quiet that breathing and heartbeat could be heard.

It was so uncomfortable, yet he didn't dare to move, as if he was afraid of breaking some kind of balance.

Thinking about this crowd of kings, on weekdays in this Mohai group area, it can be said that they can call the wind and call the rain, and they are supreme.

Even if there are emperors, human kings are still extremely rare in this Mohai group area, and they are always superior wherever they go.

Never had it been so uncomfortable, sandwiched between two emperors, to put it bluntly, I really didn't dare to fart.

Because the battle between Xiao Chen and Master Qingyan had already begun, the two people's spirits clashed, and their respective powers spread to every corner.

They are all secretly accumulating strength, looking for each other's flaws, trying to suppress each other's aura.

Invisible to the naked eye, the fight has actually been extremely fierce. All the kings present here naturally understand the mystery of it.

At this time, if any of them dared to move, it would be like adding fuel to the fire, with a bang, an instant explosion.

In the hall, as if the flow of time was forbidden, everyone remained motionless, even their expressions did not change.

Master Qingyan was a little surprised, although the young man in front of him didn't gather his spiritual energy.

But the whole body is full of momentum, moving from the heart, doing whatever one wants, without any flaws, it can be called perfect.

Behind him, there seemed to be dragon shadows jumping, howling and roaring. They were Long Wei, a peerless arrogance with the blood of the wild!

Click!

Just at this time, an elder of Qingyan Palace felt a little uncomfortable, and moved his body a little.

A small sound, but at this time infinitely expanded.

It's like a drop of water that falls on a calm lake, but it doesn't create ripples, but deafening waves, like a mountain torrent and a tsunami.

Luo Yun's face darkened, knowing that he was going to suffer, all the elders used their movements and quickly fled away.

In an instant, there was a transition from the limit of stillness to the limit of movement, as if these people had come back to life.

The movement was fast enough, but still not as fast as Xiao Chen and Master Qingyan.

The invisible dragon shadow cruising behind Xiao Chen gathered together, turned from intangible to tangible, and turned into a huge blue dragon shadow, which roared out, and the dragon roared to the sky.

With a cold face, Master Qingyan slapped the armrest heavily, mobilizing the background of the entire Qingyunfeng sect.

A phantom of a huge censer appeared in front of him. Three sticks of incense were inserted in the censer, surrounded by green smoke.

Master Qingyan flicked his fingers, and the lingering green smoke suddenly turned into thousands of sword shadows and shot out.

The two auras collided resolutely and incomparably in an instant, and the Qingyan Ancestral Hall collapsed into nothingness amidst the loud noise.

Puff!

Luo Yun and other elders of Qingyan Palace spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and the elders whose cultivation level was only slightly lower than that of the Holy Venerable were even smashed to death by the aftermath of these two auras on the spot.

Not only did Luo Yun and the others not have the qualifications to intervene in this battle, but even if they were a little careless, they would lose their lives just by watching the battle.

The battle between emperors and monarchs is so grand that these kings can no longer imagine and resist.

clang!

There was a crisp sound of the handover of weapons, which echoed throughout Tianyun Mountain, which was like a big world, humming and trembling.

Tianyun Mountain is very large, with a vast territory, and it is hundreds of millions of miles away. In the past, dozens of fourth-rank sects lived together in this place, so one can imagine how vast it is.

But Tianyun Mountain is also very small this day. For Xiao Chen and Master Qingyan who are fighting, the aftermath alone can radiate more than half of Tianyun Mountain.

Whoosh!

On the main peak of Tianyun Mountain, a purple shadow was retreating violently. During the retreat, one after another mountain peaks were knocked down, and there were continuous turbulent waves in the sea.

He is not retreating alone, but is retreating with his own general trend.

That Wanren mountain peak was not hit by him himself, but was crushed by the reversing trend, and together with the sea water, it turned into a tsunami and turned upside down!

"Hmph, dare to disrespect me in Tianyun Mountain, don't say you don't have a divine vein, even if you have a divine vein, you won't be my opponent."

On the top of the mountain, Master Qingyan stands proudly. At this moment, his thin body seems to have infinite might, making people look up, like looking at the sky.

The wind was howling, Master Qingyan watched coldly, Xiao Chen was knocked into the air, and said in a deep voice: "You have a big background, I will not kill you, I will take you as a bargaining chip, and I, Qingyan Pavilion, will dominate the ink sea, and I will also do it in the future." There will be no more worries.”

"Old Ancestor!"

Many disciples of Qingyan Sect, seeing Master Qingyan's majestic appearance and bold words at this moment, are all excited, and feel their blood boiling and agitated endlessly.

Whoosh!

With the soles of his feet on the surface of the sea, he stepped back lightly, and Xiao Chen stopped and stepped back.

The seawater, surging like a mountain and constantly rewinding, fell slowly at the same time, but the falling momentum was extremely gentle, following Xiao Chen's general trend, it spread out again.

What's even more amazing is that the mountain that was crushed before actually retreated back together with the receding sea water.

It seems that time and space are reversed, but in fact, it just unfolded again following Xiao Chen's general trend.

The mountain has been shattered, and the mountain you see is just a mountain that exists in Xiao Chen's general situation.

Just like a picture scroll, when Xiao Chen retreated, the white clouds, mountains and rivers, and sunlight had already entered the painting, and at this moment it was just unfolding the picture scroll again.

Looking above the main peak, Master Qingyan stands proudly, like the master of heaven and earth.

However, Xiao Chen was not surprised by the strength of the opponent. Isn't it child's play for a fifth-rank sect to explode in the hands of the emperor.

But since he dared to come, Xiao Chen must have considered the location occupied by the opponent.

"Have the guts. After seeing the background of my Qingyan sect, you dare not run away. Young people are like this. They are not afraid of anything and think that their destiny is in them. Today, I will teach you a lesson and know what fear is!"

Master Qingyan sneered, and saw him wave his hand casually, and the green smoke lingered in the incense burner. Wrapping around his fingertips, at the moment when his thumb and index finger meet, countless sword sounds are aroused, clanging loud and clear, going up to Qiongbi and falling down to Huangquan.

What the green smoke moves is the pure heart of many disciples who use their swords to visualize the incense burner every day since the establishment of the Qingyan Sect. Using oneself as a sword, worshiping the incense burner, a hundred years and a thousand years, countless days and nights.

With a flick of his fingers, thousands of swords mingled together. This sword chant traversed north and south, piercing through the entire cave.

That day, the main peak of Yunshan Mountain, which was as high as 100,000 feet, erupted with bright light under the stimulation of this sword chant, like a sharp sword, illuminating the entire cave.

Hundreds of millions of miles away, except for the ray of sword light that popped out following Master Qingyan, the whole world is only black and white.

The sword light illuminated Xiao Chen's eyes, and his handsome facial features became more distinct; the sword wind blew away Xiao Chen's long hair, and his agile and elegant temperament made him even more wild and unruly.

Carrying the foundation of the sect, Jian Guang, who seemed to be able to open up the world, killed him in an instant.

Everyone in the Qingyan Sect was amazed by this sword. They only heard of the founder of the mountain in the past legends, and they had once ejected such a ray of sword energy.

Today, seeing it with my own eyes is like a myth and legend unfolding in front of me. It is shocking and cannot be described in words.

Everyone believed that Xiao Chen would definitely die under this sword.

Even if he survived by luck, he would have to be severely injured, and he would have no power to fight.

Xiao Chen's face was dignified, but he remained calm in the face of danger. The yin and yang gods in his body merged quietly, and the Tai Chi force field spread out.

Wow!

The moment the Tai Chi force field appeared, the world was originally black and white, but a burst of light erupted from Xiao Chen, and the whole world regained its color.

This is Xiao Chen using his own strength to forcibly overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum, breaking the general momentum carried by this sword.

But this sword, Xiao Chen did not dare to take it hard, because it carried the foundation of a sect that had been accumulated for thousands of years.

Winning to pick it up is tantamount to shaking a tree by a mayfly. If you can't catch it, it's too stupid to really pick it up.

After entering the Tai Chi force field, the sword energy that seems to be so fast that it can travel through time and space has already slowed down a lot in Xiao Chen's eyes.

Whoosh!

With a little tiptoe, Xiao Chen slashed lightly, seemingly avoiding the sword with great luck.

At the end of the sword energy, it disappeared into the sea, like a stream melting into the sea, and disappeared without a sound.

Because the charm contained in the sword energy, after losing the target, it automatically dissipated, and the sect's background returned to the mountains and rivers.

"Avoided?"

Master Qingyan was shocked, Xiao Chen dodged the sword that was sure to hit, and said angrily: "I see how many swords you can dodge."

With a flick of his fingers, another ray of sword energy that made the world lose its color, as if it could travel through time and space, came towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen didn't dare to be careless, and urged the chaotic spirit in his body to the extreme, and the etheric force field carefully slowed down its speed, and it was barely avoided again.

Whoosh whoosh!

"Damn it, I don't believe I can't kill you."

After failing to hit one after another, Master Qingyan was a little annoyed, with the flick of his fingers, one after another sword intent shot towards Xiao Chen continuously.

In the cave, day and night suddenly flow, only black and white are left for a while, and the color quickly returns for a while.

Like the rising and setting of the sun, artificially sped up, a disciple of the Qingyan Sect found out in horror that his face kept getting older and his white hair turned into white flowers, as if the time passed many times faster.

"I'll see how long you can last."

Under the berserk attack, Xiao Chen seemed a bit exhausted, Master Qingyan couldn't help laughing triumphantly, and was about to make another move.

"enough!"

Xiao Chen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly yelled angrily. In his whole life, the explosion was like thunder on the flat ground, and on the vast sea, countless turbulent waves suddenly broke out.

"It's quite poisonous. The sect's background is so consumed that it doesn't care about the life and death of the disciples. I have a sword, so please learn from it!"

Gollum!

In the turbulent waves, a drop of inconspicuous sea water soared into the sky, Xiao Chen's body was like a swallow, if he was about to fly but did not fly, he flicked his fingers.

Inheritance of the demon sword, dripping water shakes the sky!

[The second chapter is delivered, the first fight after being promoted to the emperor, I want to write better, so it is a bit late, sorry. 】