Chapter Eight Hundred and Seventy Second: Body Like a Knife

The battle ended with Wen Ziran's voluntary surrender, and the onlookers gradually dispersed. This battle was not earth-shattering.

Except for the exciting and thrilling sword fight at the beginning, although the battle between the two of them was grand and magnificent, neither side had any intention of competing.

It is said to be a duel, but it is more like a sparring between swordsmen and swordsmen. They meet each other and try each other's moves, without seeing the slightest intention of winning or losing.

All the swordsmen present were extremely excited, Xiao Chen and Wen Ziran were fighting. Each of them integrated the sword skills they had learned and realized, and they all got something from it more or less.

Xiao Chen floated lightly and came to the winner's boat.

On the bow, Jin Dabao and Lao Jiu were smiling from ear to ear, seeing Xiao Chen coming up, they hurried forward to greet each other.

"You Longmen warship, can I lend it to the fat man for a while?" Jin Dabao rubbed his hands and asked expectantly.

Lao Jiu said from the side: "Fatty, this time we opened the market and won a lot. We plan to reopen the chamber of commerce. We have no ships and no status."

Xiao Chen smiled lightly: "Take it, I will send a letter to Shui Lingling in time to ask Haotianzong to take care of your business. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me directly."

Ying Qiong came slowly, and said softly: "Hee hee, you borrowed money from me, sister, I will invest in it, it's okay to be a big stock."

Jin Dabao was overjoyed when he heard the words, and kept nodding his head.

With the backing of Haotianzong and Winner, with his means, it would be very difficult for this chamber of commerce to think about it or not.

"Thanks to a few of you who can afford it, within three years, Fat Lord, I will definitely make some achievements."

After chatting for a while, the fat man got up to say goodbye, followed by Lao Jiu. After Xiao Chen asked, he found out that Fatty had hired Lao Jiu as his bodyguard.

Hearing this, Xiao Chen couldn't help but have a strange expression on his face, and couldn't help laughing in his heart.

Looking for Lao Jiu to be his bodyguard, Jin Dabao really knows how to choose people, Lao Jiu has nothing else, and his ability to escape with one hand is even inferior to Xiao Chen.

Ying Qiong waved her hand, screened everyone on the battleship back, and said seriously: "Xiao Chen, do you really want me to send someone to escort you to Zhongzhou, Tianwu Region?"

It's a long way to go to Zhongzhou Martial God Palace. There are too many accidents and possibilities, so Ying Qiong doesn't worry about it.

Xiao Chen shook his head,

He pondered and said: "No, this should be Emperor Haotian's final test for me. If the other party really wants to send me, tear the void, and he can send me in an instant."

"I still have to walk this road by myself."

Seeing Xiao Chen's insistence, Ying Qiong sighed in her heart, knowing that the other party would not change her mind, she whispered: "If that's the case, then I won't persuade you anymore."

"The ceremony of conferring the king, remember that you must succeed. Many old people in the family are watching you. If you fail to confer the king, the years have passed too long, and some promises may not stand the test of time."

Xiao Chen's heart moved, and he vaguely guessed what the other party meant. The winner of the sky world must be sent by the winner of Kunlun to protect the descendants of the Xiao family.

From the looks of it now, the winner might be the one left behind before the fall of the Qing Emperor ten thousand years ago.

It's just that whether he can help him or not depends on his own performance.

"Yes, the title of Azure Dragon King was destined to be mine from the moment I revealed my identity."

The Martial God Palace is not owned by one or a few people, it represents the alliance of great powers of the entire human race, and the ruler of the vast Tianwu Domain.

There is also the starry sky outside the sky, with countless stars, this kind of domination has continued since ancient times until now.

Among every warrior of the human race, with deep roots, the Martial God Palace is the most orthodox ruler of the human race.

The title given by the Martial God Palace is very important. Not only a false name, but also a kind of luck, which can be recognized by all warriors of the race.

The title of Qinglong King was not given by Qingdi, but left by the founder of the disappeared holy land Longmen.

The existence of Longmen can also be traced back to ancient times, even older than Emperor Qing.

It's just that in the hands of Emperor Qing, Longmen has developed to a peak, so that when people mention Longmen, they will read it as Qingdi Longmen.

The master of each generation of Dragon Gate is the contemporary Azure Dragon King, and this title is extremely important to Xiao Chen.

Without this title, if Longmen is rebuilt in the future, it will lose its status, and it will not be recognized by hundreds of millions of warriors in the human race. If there is no luck, there is no way to restore Longmen.

With a light leap, Xiao Chen jumped off the battleship, landed on the ground, raised his head and looked into the distance, and started this journey destined to reach the end only by himself.

On the mountain path, Xiao Chen was not in a hurry as he was walking, but was still digesting the gains from the battle with Wen Ziran.

There is no lack of a bright moon, does the night come first, or the moon first. It is Ye Wuque that makes Yue Wuque, or Mingyue Wuque makes this night perfect.

Without the backdrop of the night, there would be no brilliance of the bright moon.

After three days of thinking, Xiao Chen finally sorted out the relationship between the two. Only the darkest night can set off the most perfect moon.

The peaceful days lasted for one month. When Xiao Chen was about to step out of the mysterious realm, he was stopped by a group of men in purple clothes.

Those who came were not members of Yan, Jiang, and Lin's three kingly families, but all warriors from the Zixiao Sword Sect.

There were not many visitors, about twenty people, and each of them had at least the realm of a martial saint.

From Xiao Chen's current perspective, these people's cultivation is not high, but each of them has a sharp edge.

These people, without exception, are all swordsmen who have comprehended the meaning of the sword, and the leader of them is the Great Master Ouyang Long.

Back then on Zhujian Peak, Ouyang Long was let off by Xiao Chen.

There is another person next to him, who is older and has a twilight atmosphere on his body. He may be an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.

Instead of retreating, he was thinking about how to break through the quasi-emperor realm, but he was pulled out by Ouyang Long.

The battle in front of them has almost half the strength of the Zixiao Sword Sect. Even if Ouyang Longgui is a grand master, he cannot be mobilized. The Zixiao Sword Sect seems to have been persuaded by some people.

Xiao Chen remained silent, only remembering the name Zixiao Sword Sect in his heart.

Ouyang Long was full of vigor, and said with a smile: "Hehe, Xiao Chen, these days, the scenery in Xuanyu is very tight, but unfortunately, he died to go back alive."

"Give the old man a longevity fruit, and you will go to the Zhongzhou Road, and the old man will not interfere." The white-haired old man next to Ouyang Long said in a hoarse voice.

Xiao Chen didn't linger too much on this group of people, his eyes fell from the sky, and he said with a smile: "It's a waste to give you five hundred years of life, your life is just the life of a great master, take it to feed Dogs are better than being wasted on you."

The white-haired old man was furious: "What a sharp-tongued boy, today, the old man will use your dead body to feed the dogs himself, set up an formation!"

As soon as the words fell, twenty martial saints with sword intent unsheathed their long swords and jumped into the air, and the sound of breaking through the air sounded one after another.

The powerful sword intent quickly formed into one piece in the air, and once it landed, a huge Zixiao sword formation would take shape.

With this sword formation, combined with the strength of Ouyang Long and the white-haired old man, no one below Zhundi could escape death.

Clang!

But just when the sword intent was united into one piece, Xiao Chen's body lit up with a saber light, and the Dacheng sword soul containing the will of thunder burst out from Xiao Chen.

The resounding sound of the saber chant sounded, and the vast sea-like saber intent emanated from Xiao Chen's body.

At the most suitable opportunity, the sword intent of these twenty people was defeated in an instant, and they were not given a chance to gather momentum to the peak.

With a movement of his figure, he saw countless sword glows flashing out from Xiao Chen. The screams sounded one after another, and the twenty people had just jumped up before spitting out a mouthful of blood and falling to the ground with serious injuries.

Xiao Chen secretly thought it was a pity, there were too many people. If there are no more than ten people, in this situation where the opponent's sword intent has collapsed, they can all be wiped out in an instant.

The Dao of the Sword is perfect, the most feared thing is being besieged.

In the blink of an eye, twenty martial saints who had comprehended the meaning of the sword were wounded. Ouyang Long and the white-haired old man were shocked, and their wishful thinking was completely disrupted.

Whoosh!

In a flash, the white-haired old man retreated decisively, and sold Ouyang Long completely.

Old bastard, Ouyang Long cursed in his heart, turned around and prepared to run away. But a flash of lightning flashed, and he was stopped by a white figure.

"I don't know, where did you get the courage to come and kill me. A swordsman who has not comprehended the soul of the sword is already nothing in my eyes."

Xiao Chen was expressionless, looking at Ouyang Long coldly.

hateful!

A look of ferocity flashed in Ouyang Long's eyes, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the sharp edge turned into a flash of sword light, stabbing towards lightning like lightning.

He wanted to force Xiao Chen away and create a chance for himself to leave.

This sword gathered all of Ouyang Long's strength, the radiance of the sword made people dare not look directly at it, and the sharpness of the sword could make a hole in a mountain.

But there is no soul, and its powerful power is only in appearance.

Xiao Chen didn't move at all, the moment the sword light touched his body, he stretched out his hand to pinch it, and the two fingers of his right hand firmly clamped the sword.

hum!

A strong force came from the sword, Xiao Chen's clothes fluttered, his hair danced wildly, and spider-like cracks spread out from under his feet.

The next moment, behind Xiao Chen, countless boulders rose into the sky, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.

But Xiao Chen's footsteps, he just didn't move a step, and only used two fingers to clamp the sword of the great master.

The body is like a knife, as stable as a mountain, with peerless sharpness, shocking all directions. ()