The first person to speak was a young man wearing black armor and carrying a bloody sword on his back. He was tall and muscular, and was half a head taller than Xiao Chen, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall.
The Chinese character face has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his eyes are full of arrogance. His overflowing sharpness has not been restrained at all, and he looks directly at Xiao Chen quite boldly.
Xiao Chen was calm in his heart, but he didn't feel that this person had much malice. Young people have always been proud, and suddenly found that a person who was almost the same age as him would naturally be dissatisfied when he took over.
Especially the cultivation level shown by Xiao Chen at this moment is indeed only that of a low-grade middle-level martial saint. In two years, Xiao Chen disappeared, and his past deeds would inevitably be passed down as rumors.
Han Qinghe smiled and said nothing, quietly watching Xiao Chen treat him like this. I believe Xiao Chen can still solve this trivial matter at will.
Xiao Chen had a list given to him by Han Qinghe, which recorded the detailed information of these twenty disciples. After taking a look, he found this person's information.
After a while, Xiao Chen put away the information, looked up at this person, and said: "Jin Lin, twenty-six years old this year, in the late stage of a low-grade martial saint. Top-grade talent, excellent bones, extremely talented swordsmanship, sword intent It even reached 70%. I once fought against Feng Xingsheng from Man Yue Tower, but it ended in a disastrous defeat, and I couldn’t even hold on to ten moves.”
"The compilation of this information seems to be a bit contradictory. I can't even catch Feng Xingsheng's ten moves, but I dare to claim that I am extremely talented in swordsmanship. It's too much."
When Jin Lin heard Xiao Chen read out his information, he felt a little proud. Although his resume could not be compared with Xiao Chen's two years ago, he could be regarded as a rising star in recent years and his reputation was far-reaching.
The battle with Feng Xingsheng was glorious despite the defeat. Who doesn't know that Feng Xingsheng became famous at a young age and enjoys the title of the best swordsman in the eighteen states in the south. Now two years later, the opponent's sword intention has reached 90%, and his strength is comparable to the top geniuses of all races.
Regardless of his cultivation level, his sword intention is lower than that of his opponent. He took ten moves to defeat, but Xiao Chen's understatement said that it was not worth it.
Jin Lin was already dissatisfied, and naturally did not want to endure any more. He took a step forward, raised his head and said sharply: "Brother Xiao Chen, you are known as the white-robed swordsman. You became famous in Kunlun two years ago. Jin Lin is not talented. , I want to ask my senior brother about sword skills."
Han Qinghe smiled bitterly in his heart, comparing himself to Xiao Chen.
Thinking about the previous confrontation with Xiao Chen, Han Qinghe still had fresh memories. Xiao Chen's two punches took a different approach and took an eccentric approach, which looked a little immature. But given time, he will definitely form his own sect and become the peerless sword emperor.
Thinking of this, Han Qinghe couldn't help but send a message, "Xiao Chen, take it easy. This Jin Lin is a youngster that our elders are very optimistic about. He is considered to be the most promising junior disciple in this group of teams."
"I can tell even if the Great Elder doesn't say it, but jade cannot be made into a weapon if it is not polished. I have my own intentions in provoking him to compete with swords."
Hearing Xiao Chen's words, Han Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, but was also surprised at the same time. If Xiao Chen had encountered such a situation before, he would never have been so hesitant. He would have stepped forward and struck with thunder, which would have instantly shocked the scene.
Grandmaster style!
These four words suddenly popped up in his mind, and Han Qinghe was shocked. He remembered that when he first saw Xiao Chen, his demeanor and posture were absolutely unmistakable. He was indeed a master.
These four words are no small matter. Han Qinghe is a person who has experienced it and understands the truth deeply.
Many high-ranking martial saints will never become master-level martial saints in their lifetimes. What they lack is the master's demeanor, their demeanor and gestures are not enough.
Now Xiao Chen, at a young age, has the demeanor of a master. In his eyes, the group of unruly people in front of him were not just the banter of his peers, but he naturally regarded them as the upward aspirations of a group of juniors.
As long as Xiao Chen's cultivation reaches the top-grade Martial Saint, he will probably become a Grandmaster-level Martial Saint immediately. A 30-year-old Grandmaster-level Martial Saint, Han Qinghe came to this conclusion in his mind, and his expression changed drastically when he looked at Xiao Chen.
In two years, Xiao Chen's cultivation seemed to have been lowered a lot by his peers, but once he reached the threshold of Grandmaster Level Martial Saint, Xiao Chen could instantly surpass the others.
By the time those people understood the importance of the master-level demeanor, Xiao Chen, after years of accumulation, and with his innate understanding, could even understand the emperor's heart, and trample all the geniuses of this era under his feet.
In the main hall, the crowd had dispersed to one side, leaving a wide space for Xiao Chen and Jin Lin.
Jin Lin looked at Xiao Chen, a name that was so popular two years ago. In addition to being nervous, Jin Lin felt more excited, and his eyes were slowly filled with fanatical flames.
After standing still, Jin Lin said slightly displeased: "Senior Brother Xiao Chen, are you looking down on me like this? You don't even take out your knife."
Xiao Chen smiled and said, "Just draw your sword, you will be able to see my sword later."
Pretending to be a ghost, Jin Lin muttered something in his heart, held the handle of the knife with his broad palm, and pulled out the bloody long knife at once, looked at Xiao Chen angrily, and let out a loud roar, and a wave of blood flowed out.
Jin Lin tiptoed a little and then rose off the ground, as if he were stepping on a surging wave of blood.
It was him who was performing the Blood Wave Sword Technique, which he was quite proficient in. Every time he performed it, his skills would be higher than the previous wave. When it was popular at the time, everyone admired his Blood Wave Sword Technique. He said that he would be able to have a real battle with himself in less than five years.
Click!
Xiao Chen's figure flashed, and a loud and clear sword sound suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, as if a sword was unsheathed. The crisp, clean and high-pitched voice also carries the domineering air of an emperor.
If you are familiar with Xiao Chen, you will know that Xiao Chen improved his emperor's domineering energy and added it to his newly learned sword art.
Jin Lin felt that his eyes were dazzled. He clearly saw the sword appearing, but why did he hear the sound of the peerless sword being unsheathed? A gust of sword wind blew by, and Xiao Chen passed by it at lightning speed.
With a pop, Jin Lin found that his body protection law had been broken, leaving an eye-catching knife mark on his chest armor. He felt a slight chill on his chest, but the knife only broke his armor, but did not leave any scars on him.
He was shocked in his heart, and quickly decided to withdraw his attack. He turned around and rolled up a lot of blood wolves. He just happened to find Xiao Chen who was detouring behind him and kicked him.
It was clearly a foot, but what it felt to him was that of a ray of sword light, slashing diagonally from bottom to top. The sword's intention is endless, the air is full of the buzzing sound of the sword, and the bloody sword in his hand is a little unsteady.
When he swung his sword to block it, he realized that it was already too late. This kick easily broke through his body protection law again, leaving a clear knife mark on his left shoulder armor.
Back, back, back!
It was so weird. Jin Lin quickly backed away, preparing to familiarize himself with Xiao Chen's routine before thinking of countermeasures. The blood wolf writhed under his feet and flew back with it.
Xiao Chen followed closely behind him, his body flashing, and there were unparalleled blades everywhere. The loud roar of the swords in the sky and the earth never stopped. His movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, which was pleasing to the eye, but there was murderous intention everywhere.
Ten moves later, the armor on Jin Lin's body had so many cracks that it swayed and broke into pieces.
With another flash of his body, Xiao Chen turned sideways and hit Jin Lin, like a machete, using his body as the blade and his shoulder as the front, slashing violently from top to bottom.
With a loud bang, the barrier of Heavenly Saint Law intertwined in front of Jin Lin was easily broken in half. The vision derived from the Blood Wave Sword Technique also completely collapsed. His face turned pale and he stumbled to the ground.
Xiao Chen followed him down and stood opposite Aite, silently glancing at Jin Lin.
A glance pierced the void, and the prototype of the sword soul, containing the immortal will of thunder, shot out with the sight. In an instant, Jin Lin felt that countless peerless swords were flying towards him. The next moment, he was shot through by thousands of swords, leaving no intact corpse.
As he kept walking backwards, Jin Lin accidentally fell to the ground, touched his intact body, and said in a daze: "Am I not dead? Why am I still alive?"
That looked quite funny. In the eyes of outsiders, Jin Lin was clearly standing well. He took a few steps back and then said to himself that he was dead. All of a sudden, all the other nineteen disciples started laughing.
Jin Lin reacted and recalled Xiao Chen's last look. At that time, he really thought he was dead. The feeling of death was too real.
Unbelievable, unbelievable, Jin Lin stood up and looked at Xiao Chen, feeling that the other person was unfathomable and completely immeasurable.
"I'm willing to accept the defeat, and I'm convinced. Jin Lin's sword skills are indeed not worth mentioning." Jin Lin held up his hands, not daring to look into Xiao Chen's eyes.
At that last glance, in addition to the prototype of the sword soul and the immortal thunder will, Xiao Chen also used some of the skills in the Qing Emperor's drawing of the sword. After studying the drawing of the sword for so long, Xiao Chen did not get nothing.
He cleverly integrated some of these techniques with his own understanding of using the mind as a knife. In the future, after reaching great success, killing someone at a glance will not be a fantasy.
Xiao Chen's original intention was not to shock the other party. Seeing that Jin Lin's performance at this moment could be considered as meeting his expectations, he said: "You have already died once. You can take this last look and understand it carefully. There will definitely be something wrong." income.”
Jin Lin was silent and thoughtful, thinking carefully about Xiao Chen's last words.
Han Qinghe spoke at the right time and said with a smile: "Whoever is still dissatisfied can feel free to challenge Brother Xiao Chen with his sword skills."
Everyone shook their heads, looking at Jin Lin's fate, who dared to disobey Xiao Chen.
Han Qinghe smiled with satisfaction, walked to Xiao Chen, and said apologetically: "Xiao Chen, in these extraordinary times, all the king-class battleships in the sect have been transferred to the Starry Sky Silver Lake, and we really can't get any king-class battleships. I am here With an enhanced holy-class battleship, it is still possible to sail in the starry sky."
"No, I happen to have a king-class battleship."
Xiao Chen opened his mouth and spat out, a majestic king-class battleship engraved with a circling blue dragon hovering in the sky with the boundless and vast aura of kingly law.
"Dragon Gate Battleship!"
"It's really the Dragon Gate Battleship. Legend has it that it was built by the Qing Emperor himself. The Dragon Gate Battleship is the dragon among kings. The emperor's battleship cannot come out and can overwhelm all kings."
"As soon as the Dragon Gate battleship comes out, we will definitely return in triumph this time. Back then, the Dragon Gate battleship was invincible in all directions."
A group of junior disciples saw the appearance of the Longmen battleship and shouted. Without Han Qinghe's explanation, they jumped on board and looked at the battleship excitedly.
Seeing the high morale of some of the younger generations of Wang Xing, Han Qinghe smiled helplessly and said to Xiao Chen: "These juniors will be left to you. I will wait for your good news at Haotian Star."
"See you later."
With a slight leap, Xiao Chen jumped onto the Longmen battleship. With a wave of his hand, eighteen canvases engraved with talismans rose into the air.
In the blink of an eye, the Dragon Gate battleship soared into the sky, carrying a group of passionate young people, sailing through the vast galaxy.