Chapter 987: The Final Test

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 as a bodyguard, Jin Dabao really knows how to choose people, Lao Jiu has nothing else, the ability to escape with one hand, even Xiao Chen sighs to himself.

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 and pondered: "No, this should be Emperor Haotian's final test for me. If the other party really wants to send me away, he can tear the void and send me there 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: "Since 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 looking at you. If you fail to confer the king, the years have passed too long, and there are promises, which may not stand the test of time."

Xiao Chen's heart moved, and he vaguely guessed the meaning of the other party. 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 just depends on his own performance whether he can help him.

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

The Martial God Palace is not owned by one or a few people, it represents the powerful alliance 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 rule has continued from ancient times to the present.

Among every warrior of the human race, it is deeply rooted, and the Valkyrie Palace is the most orthodox ruler of the human race.

The title given by the Martial God Palace is very important. It is not only a false name, but also represents 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 Dragon Gate.

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

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

The master of each generation of Dragon Gate is the current Qinglong King, 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 the journey destined to reach the end only by himself.

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

The bright moon is perfect, is there the night first, or the moon first? It is the night that makes the moon perfect, or the bright moon that makes the 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 understood the relationship between the two. Only the darkest night can set off the most perfect moon.

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

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

Not many people came, about 20 people, and everyone has at least the realm of martial saints.

From Xiao Chen's eyes at the moment, 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 is the Great Master Ouyang Long.

Ouyang Long, who was spared by Xiao Chen on Zhujian Peak back then.

There is another person next to him, who is older and has a twilight aura on his body. It is unknown that he is 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 was actually pulled out by Ouyang Long.

The current battle is almost half of the strength of the Zixiao Sword Sect. Even if Ouyang Longgui is a great master, he can't mobilize it. The Zixiao Sword Sect seems to be 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 and went 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 wasted on you."

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

After 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 array, combined with the strength of Ouyang Long and the white-haired old man, no one below Zhundi can 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 from Xiao Chen. [,! ] out.

The resounding sound of saber chant resounded, 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 gain momentum to the peak.

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

Xiao Chen secretly said in his heart that it's a pity that there are too many people. If there are no more than ten people, in this situation where the opponent's sword intent is broken, they can all be wiped out in an instant.

With perfect Dao of the Sword, the last thing you fear 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!

With 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 was about 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 sword soul is nothing in my eyes."

Xiao Chen expressionless, looked 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 clamp it, and the two fingers of his right hand firmly clamped the sword.

hum!

A powerful 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 huge 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.

Ouyang Long's old face was blushing, a great master with more than 300 years of cultivation was caught by a back with his fingers clamping the sword.

Ding!

Just when Ouyang Long was struggling desperately and wanted to draw out the sword, a flash of sword light killed Xiao Chen from behind.

It was the white-haired old man who went back, and he smiled coldly: "Ginger is still hot, boy, die for me!"

His opportunity was very accurate, it happened to be when Xiao Chen clamped Ouyang Long's sword body, if he gave up at this time.

This gave Ouyang Long a chance to attack, and the opponent couldn't wait more than he wanted. This sword contains Ouyang Long's whole body cultivation, at least it can stab Xiao Chen through.

If you don't give up, you will be in a dilemma, and you will never be able to avoid the sword of the white-haired old man. Therefore, he is extremely proud, and sneers again and again, thinking that Xiao Chen will be seriously injured if he does not die.

clank!

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, and was not at all surprised by the sword that the white-haired old man went back and forth. Two fingers pressed hard, and the strength of the green dragon of martial arts in his body swam quickly, and the sound of thunder sounded in his body.

Under Ouyang Long's unbelievable expression, Xiao Chen twisted his fingers, and the blade shattered into pieces. Ouyang Long spit out a mouthful of blood and flew out.

Turning around, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand, like a precious knife, all the sharp edges gathered on the fingertips.

All I heard was a crisp sound, which was a melodious knife chant. The night became pitch black in an instant, and I couldn't see my fingers, covering one side of the world.

The moment the night came completely, Xiao Chen's fingertips just touched the tip of the white-haired old man's sword.

The eyes of the old man in white went dark, and before he had time to adapt to the new environment, he saw a ray of light bloom, click, click, and the sound of the sword breaking again.

When the light brightened, a waning moon shot out from Xiao Chen's fingertips.

As soon as the light flashed, it cut the white-haired old man in half, and then flew towards the sky. Turning slightly, it turned into a bright moon, hanging high above the sky.

Xiao Chen looked at the full moon in the sky, with a look of satisfaction on his face, and whispered to himself: "Yes, this is the real bright moon, there is night first, then there is moon, night is perfect, and the moon is naturally dust-free "

However, there are many other reasons for being able to kill the opponent with one move and kill a great master.

Firstly, there was an element of carelessness on the part of the opponent, and secondly, it was probably the first time for the opponent to face such a miraculous sword technique.

The most important thing is that if the other party says he is a swordsman, it is better to say he is a rascal, but he has nothing to do with cultivation.

The grand master who is far from being considered powerful, in addition to the fact that he is about to die, has already lost his vigor, and he is like a withered rotten tree when killed.

Not worth it, too proud.