Chapter Nine Hundred and Eighty Fourth: Aspire to the List of Magic Soldiers?

Entering the villa, under the introduction of the doorman, Xiao Chen saw Situ Leihong who had a calm face and was drinking tea with the Moon Shadow Knife.

"Hehe, little friend Xiao Chen is here, what's the matter, do you feel that you are no match for Wen Ziran, do you want to take the knife back in advance? I'm going to disappoint you, without the Wannian Yanjing, this knife will not be given to you."

Situ Leihong smiled, but his tone was not loose at all.

Before he finished speaking, the Moon Shadow Knife in Situ Leihong's arms trembled violently. The force was far beyond Situ Leihong's expectation, and he rushed out with a whoosh.

Stretching out his hand, Xiao Chen caught the flying Moon Shadow Knife, and closed his eyes to feel it. Inside the Moon Shadow Knife, he saw a familiar figure, with his eyes closed, floating above the lake.

Xiao Chen was overjoyed at first, but he screamed a few times in his heart, but Ao Jiao didn't open his eyes, he couldn't help but said anxiously: "Senior, what's going on."

Situ Leihong turned his hand and grabbed it, a huge suction surged in, and held the Moon Shadow Knife in his hand again, only then did he show a satisfied look on his face.

rub!

But within a second, the Moon Shadow Knife broke free again and flew towards Xiao Chen.

"Damn!" Situ Leihong scolded without the style of a master, "this kid is so good? You were saved by the old man so hard."

After cursing, and seeing the sad look on Xiao Chen's face, Situ Leihong smiled and said: "You boy, don't know if you are lucky or not. This is her chance. When she wakes up, you will have this knife." It is possible to aspire to the list of god soldiers."

Hearing this, Xiao Chen's face suddenly revealed an uncontrollable joy. He doesn't care if he can win the list of the gods, as long as he is really alive, everything will be fine.

"Senior Situ, your kindness is unforgettable!"

Xiao Chen knelt down on one knee and bowed to Situ Leihong.

Men kneel, Wan Jin does not kneel.

Kneel down and kneel down to his parents, besides that, even if Xiao Chen is killed, he will not kneel down to a third person.

But Situ Leihong in front of him, no matter what, could bear his kneeling and his coquettish worship.

Situ Leihong was quite embarrassed by Xiao Chen's kneeling on his smiling face, he waved his hand and dragged Xiao Chen up.

Resignedly said: "You kid, really..."

Some couldn't go on, sighed, and Situ said: "I have seen countless people in my life, and you are the only one who dares to be so persistent for a knife. Take the knife, you can use it with confidence now, with this knife Help out, Wen Ziran fights, and you can increase your chances of winning by 20%."

Xiao Chen thought of something, and handed the wooden box containing the ten thousand year flame crystal to Situ.

After opening the wooden box, Situ Leihong's face changed slightly, and he said with a smile: "This apprentice of Wu Xiaotian is also a wonderful person, this battle is a bit interesting, let's go, don't be hypocritical."

Suddenly, Situ Leihong glanced and saw Xiao Chen was about to draw his sword in the hall, put down the Ten Thousand Years Flame Crystal in shock, and shouted: "Don't move..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, he saw a flash of light, and the entire hall was smashed to pieces by the light of the knife in a blink of an eye.

Inside the villa, a ray of knife light soared into the sky, piercing through hundreds of miles of clouds, and piercing straight into the sky.

The long line of swordsmen at Zhujian Peak raised their heads in astonishment, not knowing why.

The long swords in the hands of many swordsmen slammed, clanked a few times, and broke immediately, and the entire Jianjian Peak was in chaos.

Outside the famous Tiandao City in Xuanyu, there is a lake named Jiulong Lake.

The water of the lake is clear, vast and boundless, and at a glance, it is misty and the edge cannot be seen.

There are nine mountain peaks, which exist by the lake. The peaks are as high as ten thousand ren, shaped like giant dragons, and reach into the sky at the end.

The mountain peaks resemble dragons, and the dragons of each mountain peak are different, with very obvious characteristics.

According to the rumors, the nine mountain peaks were transformed by the dragons of the Immortal Era. In the distant past, some people heard the roar of the mountains, like a deep dragon chant, tragic and desolate.

The legend that the mountain was transformed into a dragon seems a little mythical.

The mountain peaks are tough and can be hit by Emperor Zhun without collapsing. Under each mountain peak is suppressed a top-quality spiritual vein.

In the old days when the swords fought, Wu Xiaotian, the king of swords, and Liu Xiaoyun, the king of swords, had not yet become emperors. On this Nine Dragon Lake, they fought nine times and tied nine times, becoming rivals for life.

In the last battle between the two on Nine Dragon Lake, both had been promoted to Emperor Zhun at that time, and they represented the top rising stars of the sword and sword sects in the Zexuan Domain.

That battle was thrilling and exciting, and even today, after thousands of years, it is still popular and amazing.

The result of the battle was still the same, but at the end of the battle. Relying on the understanding of the battle, the two simultaneously broke through the bottleneck of Emperor Wu, and both became emperors.

In the sky, there are two emperor's roads hanging down, and the two run towards each other. At the same time, they set foot on the peak, push open their respective emperor's gates, and board the avenue.

It was that battle that made Nine Dragons Lake, an unknown lake, become a holy place for duels in Xuanyu.

The specification was extremely high, and later because it was too frequent, Tiandao City stipulated that only Zhundi-level existences were allowed to come here to duel.

Maybe there really is an inexplicable aura here, and after many years, several people have fought here to become emperors, making the reputation of Nine Dragon Lake even more resounding.

It's just that in the past, the grand feat of sword king Liu Xiaoyun and sword king Wu Xiaotian becoming emperors has never happened again.

Today, another duel will be staged in Jiulong Lake, opening the door of convenience for two junior swordsmen.

Neither of the two parties in the duel has the cultivation level of Emperor Zhun, but they still do. [,! ]Allowed to fight in Jiulong Lake.

There is no other reason, but because of the names of these two people, one is Xiao Chen in white, and the other is Wen Ziran, a member of the sword king's family.

At this moment, outside the mountain peak, above the white clouds, there are countless large ships and flying spirit beasts floating, and there are even more warriors standing there.

All raised their eyes and looked towards the center of Jiulong Lake.

On the center of the lake, there was a young man wearing blue clothes, spotless, with delicate features, and an ethereal air all over his body, sitting cross-legged and closing his eyes.

Beside the left hand, a slender sword floated quietly on the surface of the water.

The scabbard is engraved with simple and simple patterns, and in the complicated patterns, there is a vicissitudes of time. The front and back of the handle are engraved with an ancient character, Luoshui.

Around the man in blue, several water men the size of warriors were fighting each other, practicing some kind of mysterious sword skills.

It seems to be taking a nap, but in fact, it doesn't relax for a moment, and seize every free time to practice.

Above the clouds, the ones on the bow of the ship are better. From time to time, they will turn their heads and look into the distance, with a hint of excitement and tension in their expectant expressions.

But every time I look back, I am disappointed, and after a long time, I can't help but become a little impatient.

"It's strange, Wen Ziran arrived early in the morning, why is there no sign of Xiao Chen?"

"It's almost noon, it's too anxious."

The warriors who came here after hearing the news, naturally wanted to watch the duel between Xiao Chen and Wen Ziran, but they couldn't wait for anyone, so they would inevitably feel a little anxious.

"Couldn't it be true, the recent rumors have confirmed that the knife in Xiao Chen's hand is just a decoration, it's completely useless."

"The recent rumors are very fierce. It is said that Xiao Chen was seriously injured in the Nine Nether Purgatory, and has been suppressed all the time, unable to fight for a long time."

"I also heard that after Xiao Chen defeated Ouyang Long with three moves on Zhujian Peak, he immediately vomited three liters of blood."

"Recently, I don't know who opened the market. Xiao Chen's odds are all 3 to 1. In the end, the betting is still going to Wen Ziran."

"Hehe, it seems that there is something wrong now. Fortunately, I resisted the temptation and invested all five hundred thousand black star coins in Wen Ziran."

"Hahaha, me too, half of the million black star coins have been invested in Wen Ziran."

"No matter what, Wen Ziran's strength has always been stable. His performance in the Knife Sect Ranking Competition this time is also obvious to all. The winning rate is at least 50%. Xiao Chen is hard to say."

It is not uncommon for martial arts competitions to open, especially for famous martial arts competitions.

At this moment, Hitachi was in charge, and noon was about to pass, but Xiao Chen still hadn't been seen, which made people suspicious.

Above the white clouds, on the deck of the Xuanyu Winner's big ship, Jin Dabao is constantly calculating the betting money he has received since the market opened.

The old nine stood aside, a little excited, the bet amount was a bit unexpected, if the result is as the fat man said, then this is really a big profit.

But if he loses, he will not only have to spend all the star coins he just got from selling illegal goods, but also work for the winner for the rest of his life to pay off the debt.

The two were not well-known, so they had to find someone to guarantee the opening of the market. Jin Dabao was so eloquent that Ying Qiong agreed to be the guarantor, so the market could be opened smoothly.

Lao Jiu said anxiously: "Why does Jiu Ye feel a little vain, fat man, you spread rumors a little too much, what if Xiao Chen really loses?"

Jin Dabao said loudly: "How is it possible? Three days ago at Zhujian Peak, there was a ray of saber energy that shattered most of the villa. Outsiders don't know, but Fat Lord, I can absolutely be sure that the Moon Shadow Saber has been completely recovered."

Ying Qiong on the side laughed softly and said, "It's not certain, even if the Moon Shadow Knife is unsheathed this time, Xiao Chen's strength will be greatly increased, Wen Ziran's Luoshui Knife is not a vegetarian."

"Knife King Wu Xiaotian, but for this Luoshui knife, he has exhausted his mind to hit the list of magic weapons in the future."

Jin Dabao said awkwardly: "Sister, don't scare the fat man, if the fat man loses, you will lose the most."

A hint of cunning flashed in Yingqiong's eyes, she looked Jin Dabao up and down, nodded and smiled and said: "Don't worry, Miss Ben, I have the means to recover the cost from you, you should pray to God and Buddha, and take good care of yourself."

"What do you want to do, Fatty, I won't sell myself." Jin Dabao panicked when Ying Qiong saw him, and quickly stepped back a few steps.

Ying Qiong couldn't help laughing, and smiled: "You are so beautiful, how much is a catty with your fat body!"

Ka Ka Ka!

Wen Ziran, the blue-clothed swordsman, and the water figures who had developed mysterious martial arts all around him suddenly shattered into pieces of rain and dew, falling from the sky.

Such a change instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Wen Ziran opened his eyes, held the famous knife Luoshui beside his hand, stood up slowly, and stared at the empty water in front of him.