"You!" Song Qianhe pointed angrily at Xiao Chen, his face turning red with anger. (learn.ou.m)
Song Qianhe flicked his right hand and pulled out the weapon in his hand, and said sternly: "I don't care whether you broke your oath or not. Now that you have come to Tiandao Pavilion today, don't even think about going out again."
Xiao Chen's face darkened, his right hand clasped on the handle of the knife, cold murderous aura spread out, and he said in a cold voice: "Try taking a step forward."
The murderous aura was as real as ice, and it was cold to the bone. Song Qianhe felt a sudden surge in his heart for no reason, and stopped for a reason that even he himself could not explain clearly.
The image of Xiao Chen smashing his father's head with a punch at the Tiandao Pavilion that day has been lingering in Song Qianhe's sleep, and he never wanted to kill Xiao Chen.
In order to take revenge, he practiced desperately and crazily in the past two years, becoming the second warrior in Tiandao Pavilion after Liu Ruyue to enter the realm of the Martial King before the age of twenty.
Naturally, he became the peak master of Biyun Peak and led the disciples of the peak. He was very high-spirited. I thought that I had broken through to the realm of the low-level peak Martial King. Facing Xiao Chen, I should be sure of victory.
But when he saw Xiao Chen again today, he didn't expect that the other person's look would make him afraid to move.
The qi machine was cautiously shot out. Song Qianhe was unsure and wanted to check what kind of cultivation Xiao Chen had now.
As a result, after this investigation, he found that he could not see through Xiao Chen's cultivation at all, which was unfathomable.
"He's not a middle-grade Martial King. He's a bit stronger than the average high-grade Martial King. Could this guy be a top-notch high-grade Martial King?"
Song Qianhe was a little frightened by his own thoughts. The top-grade Martial King in the Tiandao Pavilion was comparable to some elders of the Presbyterian Council.
However, the top-grade Martial King is fine. He can be held back first, and when the elders from Biyun Peak arrive, he can still be dealt with.
"Children of Biyun Peak, please listen. This person is a traitor to Tiandao Pavilion. Let me kill this person. Afterwards, everyone will have merit. I will reward each person with five thousand lower-level spiritual stones."
After making up his mind, Song Qianhe casually sent out a green signal, and then directly shouted orders as the peak master.
Swing, swing!
The disciples behind Song Qianhe were all from Biyun Peak and were under his control. In addition, Xiao Chen had indeed done some rebellious things.
With another huge spiritual stone reward, these disciples immediately drew their weapons and pointed the blade at Xiao Chen from a distance.
"kill!"
After shouting loudly, Song Qianhe took the lead. He was not stupid and was not dazzled by hatred.
Knowing that he is not strong enough, he can only use these people to support Xiao Chen first, and then look for opportunities. After all, it is still very difficult to get rid of a top-grade top martial king.
It’s a pity that sometimes, with some things and some people, no matter how much you plan, without absolute power, the so-called wisdom and strategies are just a joke.
Song Qianhe is very unfortunate. At this time, he encountered this thing and met this person, just like this...
"ignorance!"
Xiao Chen, whose body was as straight as an old pine tree, snorted coldly, held the right hand on the handle of the knife, gently moved it forward, and pulled out the blade half an inch.
Endless purple light shines from the blade. Contained in the light is Xiao Chen's everlasting blade intent.
Buzz!
The sharp sword intent spread out, and the weapons in the hands of many Biyun Peak disciples began to tremble, including Song Qianhe.
The originally aggressive group of people stopped one after another, with expressions of shock on their faces, and they desperately tried to pull the weapons out of their hands.
Xiao Chen only used half a move. This group of Biyun Peak disciples who were originally full of confidence and still thinking about huge rewards were forced to move forward and retreat, and they were embarrassed to resist the sword intent.
Xiao Chen Tangtang is a nearly invincible existence within the realm of half-step Martial King. To deal with this group of people who are only low-grade Martial King at the highest level, he can honestly say that he can think highly of them even with half a move.
It's just because they are all from the same sect, and they are all warriors who use swords. You should respect them a little, otherwise you won't even need to use your swords.
call out!
Xiao Chen drew his hand forward again, and the dark, slender and streamlined Moon Shadow Knife was taken out of its sheath. The purple light was dazzling, the glaze was bright, and the endless knife intent spread out unscrupulously.
Whoosh whoosh!
The hands of the entire group could no longer hold the weapons, and long knives rose into the sky and kept circling in the sky.
"Sword Intent, this is Sword Intent!" Biyun Peak's disciples all said with frightened expressions and trembling voices as they stepped back desperately.
Xiao Chen's face was calm, and he pointed the blade at Song Qianhe who was about to turn around and flee. A flood of killing intent surged out of his eyes, and the air suddenly solidified.
The murderous intention was chilling to the bone, and Song Qianhe, who was locked in Xiao Chen's extreme killing concept, felt as if his feet were filled with lead water, weighing a thousand kilograms, and it was 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 shaking, and his eyes were filled with fear.
With a plop, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell to his knees on the ground.
With the pressure in the mind of the desperate resister, Song Qianhe supported the ground with one hand, trying hard to prevent himself from crawling to the ground.
Looking at Xiao Chen, his eyes were full of hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Xiao Chen, don't think that just because you are a top-level martial king, you can do whatever you want. If you enter this Heavenly Sword Pavilion, you will still die!"
"Top-grade Martial King? I am no longer a long time ago..."
Xiao Chen said in a calm tone, and the long and surging crystal sword energy burst out from the blade.
Song Qianhe, who was kneeling on the ground, was immediately cut open with a terrible wound on his chest by the sword energy. The wound was three inches deep, blood gushed out like a spring, and his internal organs were clearly visible.
Song Qianhe was knocked away, with a painful expression on his face.
This is a thoroughfare in Tiandao Pavilion. It is a road that disciples from all peaks must pass through if they want to get out of the mountain. There are people passing by day and night.
The fight between Xiao Chen and Song Qianhe had long attracted many passing disciples, and many of them were somewhat doubtful about Xiao Chen's identity.
At this moment, hearing Song Qianhe's words, Xiao Chen's identity was finally confirmed. Surprised eyes were shot at Xiao Chen, and his heart was shocked.
"Damn it, it's really him. We haven't seen him for two years, and he is many times better than before."
"I have suspected him for a long time. Xiao Chen, the white-robed swordsman, killed a peak master of Tiandao Pavilion, and yet he dared to walk in so carelessly."
"He actually comprehended the intention of the sword. No one in our Tiandao Pavilion has understood the intention of the sword for thousands of years. Without the intention of the sword, he is an incomplete swordsman."
"Song Qianhe, I don't know whether it's lucky or unlucky, but he bumped into Xiao Chen as soon as he came here."
The surrounding warriors were talking a lot. The legendary battle between the white-robed swordsmen on the Feitian Platform two years ago seemed to still be before their eyes.
If there were still people who doubted Xiao Chen's future strength at that time, no one would deny it after seeing his current performance.
That is the beginning of the legend, the epic legend of the white-robed swordsman!
Xiao Chen sheathed the sword and ignored Song Qianhe who was seriously injured behind him. He faced the compliments and surprises from everyone calmly without being arrogant or arrogant.
"Xiao Chen, if you kill my father and humiliate me again and again, I, Song Qianhe, will make your life worse than death sooner or later."
Song Qianhe, who was on the ground, saw that Xiao Chen didn't take him seriously at all and treated him like an ant. He felt humiliated and roared like crazy.
angry!
Xiao Chen's calm expression darkened completely. Who was it that was causing trouble to him again and again and wanting to kill him
In the Tiandao Pavilion, who peeked at Qingyun Peak's property and bullied a small martial artist with the status of a majestic martial king.
Who, while he was traveling, hired killers again and again to deal with him, and who added insult to injury when he was in danger.
In front of everyone in the world, regardless of propriety, justice and integrity, he attacked him secretly, causing Ru Yue to almost die.
It's Song Que, Song Qianhe's father, that kind of scum, even a thousand deaths are not enough, not even enough!
But when the words came to Song Qianhe's lips, it turned out that he, Xiao Chen, was being unreasonable. Xiao Chen was bullying him, using strong words and being extremely shameless.
How can there be such truth in the world? How can he be allowed to confuse right and wrong and talk nonsense
boom! With a flicker of his eye, Xiao Chen kicked Song Qianhe directly in the chest, sending him flying into the air before falling heavily to the ground.
"Don't mention your trash father in front of me. Don't think that I really dare not kill you. I dared to kill your father in front of everyone in the world that day, and I dare to kill you today!"
Putting his foot on Song Qianhe's body, Xiao Chen's face was expressionless and his voice was cold to the bone. Song Qianhe, who was seriously injured, was so frightened that he didn't dare to say another word.
Whoosh!
At this moment, seeing Song Qianhe's signal, five seniors from Biyun Peak flew over from a distance.
In despair, Song Qianhe's eyes immediately lit up with a glimmer of hope. The person he was waiting for finally arrived.