Chapter Five Hundred and Fortieth Four: Saber Intent Retires the Elders

The aggressive group of people stopped in their tracks one after another, with astonished expressions on their faces, desperately grabbing the weapons in their hands that were about to be released.

With a half move, Xiao Chen only used a half move, and this group of Biyunfeng disciples who were full of confidence and thought about huge rewards were forced to resist the saber intent in embarrassment.

Xiao Chen is a nearly invincible existence within half a step of the Martial Emperor's realm. To deal with this group of people whose cultivation base is only a low-rank Martial King, to be honest, even with half a move, they can be regarded as worthy of them.

It's just because they are all from the same sect, they are all warriors who use swords, respect them a little, otherwise they don't even need to use swords.

call out!

Xiao Chen drew his hand forward again, and the dark, slender and streamlined Moon Shadow Knife came out of its sheath, the purple light was dazzling, the glass was shining, and the endless knife intent spread unscrupulously.

Whoosh whoosh!

The hands of the whole group of people could no longer hold the weapons, and the long knives shot up into the sky, hovering in the sky non-stop.

"Sword Intent, this is Saber Intent!" Biyun Peak's disciples all said with terrified faces and trembling voices, stepping back desperately.

Xiao Chen's face was calm, and the blade pointed at Song Qianhe who was about to turn around and flee, and the murderous intent surged out of his eyes, and the air suddenly froze.

The killing intent was chilling to the bone, and Song Qianhe, who was locked by Xiao Chen's extreme killing mood, felt that his feet were filled with lead water, weighing a thousand catties, making it difficult to move.

boom!

That killing intent poured into his heart and permeated his whole body. Song Qianhe felt extremely uncomfortable in his chest, his legs were trembling, and his eyes were full of horror.

With a plop, he couldn't hold on any longer, and knelt directly on the ground.

With the pressure in the mind of the desperate resister, Song Qianhe supported the ground with one hand, trying hard not to prostrate himself on the ground.

Looking at Xiao Chen, his eyes were full of hatred, he gritted his teeth and said: "Xiao Chen, don't think that you are a top-ranking top martial king, you can do whatever you want, if you enter this Heavenly Sword Pavilion, you will definitely die!"

"Top-rank Martial King? I've long since ceased to be..."

Xiao Chen said in a flat tone, the surging and long crystal saber energy burst out from the blade.

Song Qianhe, who was kneeling on the ground, was immediately cut open by the saber energy on his chest. The wound was three inches deep, blood gushed out like a fountain, and his internal organs were clearly visible.

Song Qianhe was sent flying, with a pained expression on his face.

This is an avenue of Tiandao Pavilion, a road that disciples of all peaks must pass through if they want to get out of the mountain, and there are people passing by day and night.

The battle between Xiao Chen and Song Qianhe had long attracted many passing disciples, and many of them had doubts about Xiao Chen's identity.

Hearing Song Qianhe's words at this moment, he finally confirmed Xiao Chen's identity. He shot Xiao Chen with surprised eyes, and his heart was shocked.

"Damn it, it's really him. I haven't seen him for two years, but he is several times stronger than before."

"I have suspected him for a long time. Xiao Chen, the white-robed swordsman, killed a peak master of Tiandao Pavilion, and dared to walk in carelessly."

"He actually comprehended the sword intent. No one in our Tiandao Pavilion has comprehended it for thousands of years...has he comprehended the sword intent? Without the sword intent, he is an incomplete swordsman."

"This Song Qianhe, I don't know whether it was luck or unlucky, Xiao Chen was bumped into by him as soon as he came."

The warriors around were talking about it, and the legendary battle of the white-robed swordsman on Feitiantai two years ago seemed to be still in sight.

At that time, if there were still people who doubted Xiao Chen's future strength, but seeing Xiao Chen's current performance, no one would deny it.

That is the beginning of the legend, an epic legend of the white-robed swordsman!

Xiao Chen put the knife back into its sheath, ignored Song Qianhe, who was seriously injured behind him, and faced everyone's beautiful and surprised voices calmly, without arrogance or dryness.

"Xiao Chen, you killed my father and humiliated me again and again. Sooner or later, I, Song Qianhe, will make your life worse than death."

Song Qianhe on the ground saw that Xiao Chen didn't take him seriously at all, as if he was treating an ant, he was humiliated in his heart, and roared like crazy.

angry!

Xiao Chen's calm face completely sank, who exactly was asking him to trouble him again and again, trying to put him to death.

In the Tiandao Pavilion, who peeped at Qing Yunfeng's property and bullied him, a small martial artist, with the status of a mighty martial king.

And who, while he was traveling far away, asked killers to deal with him time and time again, and who, when he was in danger, made trouble.

In front of the whole world, disregarding etiquette, justice, and shame, he attacked him unexpectedly, causing Ruyue to almost die.

It's Song Que, it's Song Qianhe's father, that kind of scum, death a thousand times is not enough, not enough!

But when the words came to Song Qianhe's lips, it turned out that Xiao Chen was unreasonable, and Xiao Chen bullied him, making unreasonable words and being extremely shameless.

How can there be such a reason in the world, how can he be allowed to confuse black and white and talk nonsense.

boom! With a flicker, Xiao Chen kicked Song Qianhe's chest directly, flying him into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Don't bring up your trash father in front of me. Don't think that I dare not kill you. I dared to kill your father in front of the whole world that day, and I dare to kill you today!"

Stepping on Song Qianhe's body, Xiao Chen's face was expressionless, and his voice was icy cold. Song Qianhe, who was seriously injured, was so frightened that he trembled all over and dared not say a word.

Whoosh!

At this moment, seeing Song Qianhe's signal, five seniors from Biyun Peak flew over from afar.

Song Qianhe, who was in despair, immediately had a glimmer of hope in his eyes. The person he was waiting for finally came.

"Too bad, all five old elders from Biyun Peak are here. These five people were high-rank Martial Kings many years ago."

"It's difficult for Xiao Chen now. Song Qianhe and his son really committed crimes. They forced away the genius of our Tiandao Pavilion, and now they are going to kill them."

"Yes, if he can represent Tiandao Pavilion to participate in the Five Kingdoms Competition, we can follow suit if he wins the ranking."

"As far as Xiao Chen's current strength is concerned, there is absolutely no problem in entering the top 50. At that time, Tiandao Pavilion will gain luck, and our luck will also increase."

"It's a pity that Song Que's Wang Badao ruined our genius for nothing. He is such a bastard. Both father and son are not good people."

All the young warriors present were filled with regret. It had been a long time since Tiandaoge had produced a talented warrior like Xiao Chen. Murong Chong was powerful back then, but his reputation was far worse than Xiao Chen's.

Xiao Chen became famous in the battle of Feitiantai that day, and he really soared to the sky.

Even with these young disciples of Tiandao Pavilion, they have gained a lot of fame and went out to practice, and people often ask about it. Whether it is the same sect as Xiao Chen, if you get an affirmative answer, you will get some envious looks.

You must know that Tiandao Pavilion has been weak for many years, and has always been suppressed by Jian Lanzong and Yehan Palace. As a disciple of Tiandao Pavilion, you have never had such treatment.

Among the disciples of the younger generation, Xiao Chen is more worshiped and admired in their hearts, and they have no affection for Song and his son at all.

Who didn't have a dream of being a hero when he was young, and who didn't want to become a legend and be admired by thousands of people.

But the reality is too cruel, such dreams will be laughed off as they become more sensible.

But suddenly one day, they discovered that when such a heroic deed, such a legend, was by their side, why didn't the blood in their hearts boil and burn.

Seeing that Xiao Chen was in trouble at the moment, everyone became nervous.

Contrary to them, at this time, Song Qianhe, who was under Xiao Chen's feet, smiled with great joy on his embarrassed face.

Because he knew that soon, this white-robed swordsman who stepped on his chest would soon be trampled under his feet, and the humiliation and vengeance of the past would be avenged immediately.

Five old men in Biyun Peak's costumes stood in the air. After they saw Biyun Peak's unique signal of asking for advice from the peak master, they rushed over immediately.

Unexpectedly, it was still a step late, and after a slight scan of the situation on the scene, I understood what was going on.

"Uncles, he is Xiao Chen, the one who killed my father. He only has the cultivation of a top-ranked top martial king, you must help me avenge him!" Song Qianhe yelled loudly, ignoring Xiao Chen's stepping on his feet.

The five old men were all over eighty years old, and had extremely rich life experience. They glanced at Xiao Chen roughly, and each of them began to curse in their hearts.

Song Qianhe didn't know Xiao Chen's state, but they knew it with a glance.

What kind of top-grade top Martial King is this? He is clearly a half-step Martial Emperor-level powerhouse with a strong and long breath.

Song Qianhe, Xu Dan, wants them to go, basically wants them to die.

Although the gap between a top-rank top Martial King and a half-step Martial King is not as big as that between a Martial King and a Martial King, it is still a huge difference.

The five old men were very old and had lived for such a long time, each of them was shrewd and would die. Knowing that the joint efforts of the five people will never keep Xiao Chen, and will offend a talented martial artist with a great future in vain.

Without saying anything, each of them looked at each other, and flew away directly, going back wherever they came from.

"Why did the five Martial Kings leave like this? It's so strange. They couldn't have been scared away." Many disciples beside him who were still worried about Xiao Chen were puzzled one by one.

Song Qianhe opened his mouth wide, the mouth was so big that he could easily put down an egg, and the hesitant smile on his face didn't even have time to dissipate.

"Why didn't I say a word and just left? These uncles usually love me the most. How could it be like this, how could it be like this."

The gap was too big, Song Qianhe felt a little dizzy, and his brain seemed to be short-circuited at that moment.

Falling from the peak to the bottom in despair is not the worst thing, the worst thing is just falling to the bottom, thinking that there is a chance to turn around, who knows that he fell down hard again.

Song Qianhe, at this moment, can be considered to have fully experienced this feeling. In addition, he was seriously injured, and his last hope was broken.

Xiao Chen wasn't surprised by the actions of the five Biyunfeng elders, knowing that he was invincible, he insisted that there would not be such a stupid person in this world.

If the five old men were half-step Martial Emperors, with the resources of the Heavenly Knife Pavilion and their accumulation, there might still be a 50% chance of defeating him.

It's a pity not, it's just a top-rank Martial King, so there is no chance at all.