Ling Feng had enough reasons not to believe it. If such a sinful person could become a swordsman, it would be a stain on the swordsman.
A true swordsman should be a senior like the Shadowless Sword King, who is extremely powerful but humble and low-key.
If it weren't for that person, the master wouldn't have died, and the junior sister wouldn't be so sad.
The joy of becoming an emperor can also be shared with the elders whom I respect the most, but because of the Azure Dragon King, I can only think about it.
For Qinglong King Xiao Chen, although Ling Feng did not show hatred on his face like his junior brothers and sisters.
But deep down in his heart, he always remembered this person, but he just hid his hatred deep in his heart.
"By the way, Brother Bai, you just said that you got news that a demon will go to the wilderness battlefield recently, and the Water Moon Alliance will also go." Ling Feng shook his head, no longer thinking about the Blue Dragon King, and changed the subject. .
Bai Ruxue nodded and said: "That's natural. It is said that His Highness will come among this group of demons, but it is not clear yet which lineage of the Eighteen Demon Emperors is coming."
There are eighteen demon emperors in the Abyss Demon Realm, and each demon emperor has its own direct bloodline. These direct bloodlines are collectively called the descendants of the royal family of the demon world.
The royal children of each line will form their own forces. For example, the royal children of the Blood Demon Emperor's line will form the Blood Demon Palace.
As for His Highness, he is the most talented and highest-status being among the royal children of this line. He is also the future Demon Emperor, equivalent to the human prince.
"What, you want to go with us?" Bai Ruxue asked.
Ling Feng nodded and said, "Can I?"
Bai Ruxue smiled and said, "Of course you can, but if you go, I can't guarantee your safety. You have to think clearly."
Ling Feng said decisively: "I think clearly, Brother Bai, although you said that my talent is no lower than that of Wen Ziran, the queen of Sword King, today's battle has made me understand. No matter how strong my talent is, my background and cultivation are not high." It’s all in vain.”
"Okay, you are the only one. With your talent, it can only be fully developed in a life-and-death battle. Let's go to the Water Moon Alliance with me first."
After the group agreed, they quickly left the Spark City.
Half an hour later, after the group of people had completely gone away, in the sky of Spark City, two black dragons pulled a black chariot, passed through layers of blood clouds, and landed on the ground.
After landing, the two ferocious dragons immediately turned into black horses and meekly lowered their heads.
"Bai Ruxue, Ximen Leopard, popular, long time no see, it turns out they have become emperors..."
In the black chariot with seven divine weapons, the mysterious Shadowless Sword King looked at the direction in which the group of people were leaving, and muttered to himself intently, as if he was remembering something.
"Brother Bai Yi, do you want to go to Spark City to stay for a while?"
In the chariot, a mirror appeared next to the figure of the mysterious man. There was a girl with a big thumb sitting on the mirror, holding her head on her hands and asked.
"I won't go. This person is full of sins and is becoming more and more difficult to deal with. The stronger I am, the stronger they will become. I will kill them all and destroy them all."
The so-called Shadowless Sword King is naturally Xiao Chen. At this time every year, he will come to Spark City.
Come and take a look at the words Xiao Chen outlined in blood on the countless tombstones.
He has never regretted anything he did in his life, but only the disaster five years ago made him regret it for the rest of his life.
Too much guilt has become a knot in his heart and he is suffering. Just like now, the black chariot was like a cage, trapping him. The knot in his heart was an invisible cage, trapping his heart.
He had long wanted to wipe out all the sins that filled the sky.
Every time he comes, his strength will be doubled, but those sins will also become stronger. It seems that there will never be a day when these sins will disappear unless he dies.
Although the sins in the sky have no impact on him now, Xiao Chen always feels that keeping these sins will eventually cause serious trouble.
"Where do we go now?"
"Qingyun City, there is a swordsman there. According to rumors, he has his own unique understanding of the double sword style."
The horses are galloping, the wheels are rolling, and the black chariot is like a ghost. In the dark night, fleetingly, driving towards Qingyun City.
In the chariot, Xiao Chen was not idle either, running the Purple Thunder Art and practicing continuously.
Although the imperial path was cut off back then, the purple Emperor's Gate penetrated into his Emperor's heart. His martial arts path did not despair because of the broken imperial path and he took another path.
The moment Dimen entered his body, some of the shackles in his body seemed to be broken, and some rules that had long been imprisoned on warriors no longer existed.
For example, when he absorbed the power of Hongmeng, he clearly did not become an emperor, but the number of power of Hongmeng that could be contained in his body had already exceeded a hundred.
Now five years have passed, and the power of Hongmeng in the emperor's heart has reached as many as a thousand, which is comparable to the Martial Emperor of the fifth heaven.
But compared with the regular Martial Emperor, he does not have the soul of the emperor, nor does he have the golden body of the Martial Emperor.
He himself didn't know what he was doing now. He was walking on a road that no one had ever walked before, and no one knew where the end point would be.
But fortunately, his swordsman's heart has not changed, and it is enough to move forward along with this heart.
In the heart of the emperor, the mysterious purple gate of the emperor instinctively opened a gap from the moment he jumped off the imperial road.
In the future, no matter how hard he tries, even if he reaches his current level of cultivation, he will never be able to push open the imperial gate even a little bit.
It's not that his cultivation is not enough, but that there is an invisible resistance that prevents him from pushing open the emperor's door.
Sometimes he would wonder if the imperial path in Kunlun Realm might be a conspiracy of Heaven. The moment he pushed open the imperial door, he actually closed another door, the one leaving Kunlun.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
At this moment, the black chariot suddenly stopped. The seven divine weapons trembled endlessly and formed a chain, making a crisp and cold sound of wind chimes.
Xiao Chen did not open his eyes. A hundred miles away, a vague shadow was walking towards him step by step.
boom!
The person who came had a powerful sword intent, and he released the sword intent from his body as if teasing.
The seven-handled magic weapon was trembling more and more violently, as if it felt the power of the person coming.
Xiao Chen, on the other hand, was extremely calm and his expression was unruffled. In the past five years, he had challenged swordsmen from all walks of life. Many older sword emperors have been defeated by his sword, and his heart as a swordsman has already undergone a transformation.
For Xiao Chen, these five years were as long as decades. The swordsman's heart is transforming and sublimating, and it is also being refined and polished over the years, adding a lot of vicissitudes of life.
If you see it too much, you will naturally be able to collapse without losing color.
Phew, the body of the black-clothed swordsman in front suddenly disappeared, submerged in the dark night without a trace.
Xiao Chen pointed his finger, and the knockless blade at the front of the chariot made a heavy muffled sound and bounced out quickly.
clang!
In the dark night, a sonorous sound sounded, like a thunderbolt from the blue, deafening. A figure was forced out of the air. After landing, he took a hundred steps back.
The magic weapon that was unsheathed was inserted back again.
The world returned to peace, as if nothing had happened.
Xiao Chen opened his eyes and focused his gaze on the person who came. Being able to take a stab at him was enough to make him remember this person.
Wen Ziran!
The visitor turned out to be Wen Ziran, the queen of Sword King Wu Xiaotian.
"The Shadowless Sword King is indeed the Shadowless Sword King, and he is indeed worthy of his reputation. It seems that I have found the wrong person." Wen Ziran sheathed the sword and chuckled softly.
"How did you find me?"
A vicissitudes of voice came from the chariot, and Xiao Chen changed his voice and asked.
"As long as you are a swordsman, there is no one I can't find." Wen Ziran said confidently, "Two months later, there will be a sword art tea party, and I hope you can come. This is the first time in the golden age. A sword tea party.”
A golden invitation flew out from Wen Ziran's hand lightly, and then flew faster and faster, with a wanton edge and boundless wind.