"It's the sword formation... Fei Chen, you are a sword cultivator!"

After taking a sip of wine, Si Kou Zuiyang's eyes were bright and timid in his heart. Everyone around him breathed slightly when they heard this.

Fei Chen is a sword cultivator!

Wearing a pair of spiritual armor, he beat the Siko family, who is already a master of the Earth Immortal Realm with just a pair of flesh fists, and he vomited blood and flew backwards! Is such a guy a sword cultivator? Then when he drew his sword, how frightening the sharpness! Almost unstoppable, everyone's eyes subconsciously looked at Chen Fei, not tall but extremely arrogant. The ink-colored battle armor was ferocious and mighty, and it seemed to reveal a faint blood light, which was intimidating, but not!

No sword!

There was no sword box on his back!

There is no way to see that there is a sharp sword cultivator at all, but Si Kou Zuiyang's judgment is even more impossible to make a mistake. As a real sword cultivator in the celestial fairy realm, he can be called a terrifying existence of the sword immortal. Since he said that Chen Fei's boxing technique is actually a sword technique, then it must be a sword technique. Since he said that Chen Fei's identity is a sword cultivator, no matter how much he looks like a spiritual armor monk, he must be a sword cultivator!

"Ah! Look there, the place behind him! Then, that... that girl!"

Suddenly a scream sounded, and then countless gazes subconsciously swept to Yu Yuanji and Yi Yixuan who were protected by Chen Fei. In other words, the eyes of these monks were all staring at Yi Yixuan wearing a pair of women's half-body armor. Even though the girl was already pale by the incident just now, her face was still tightly held between her arms! It was four feet long, five or six, and her whole body was ink-colored, narrow and thick!

“That’s…”

Almost the moment when I saw the girl's arms, everyone's eyes lit up. Even if a considerable number of people present had not used it, they would never admit it wrong.

"Sword Box!"

A series of suppressed screams sounded, and Si Kou Zuiyang took another sip of wine and said with a smile: "How is it, you seem to want to fight me... Hahaha, do you want to just discuss sword cultivation, use fist palms instead of swords, or do you really want to draw the sword and fight, you can choose from it!"

"It's a sword cultivator, you should draw your sword to fight. How can you get another choice?" With a smile, Chen Fei waved slightly to the two people behind him. Yu Yuanji hesitated for a moment, then took the narrow sword box from Yi Yixuan, remained silent for a moment, and whispered to Chen Fei: "The long sword I carried this time is called... 'Ar', please use it."

As he said that, he handed the sword box to Chen Fei. A look of reluctance flashed through the depths of his eyes, which made Chen Fei slightly stunned. Then he laughed and took the sword box, and then gently put it on his back. There seemed to be a place on the battle armor that could fit the sword box. With a click, the ink-colored sword box was integrated with the battle armor, and there was no sense of discomfort, which made Chen Fei slightly stunned-

It seems that this sword box is matched with the battle armor... I'm afraid the long sword in the box was also used by the general in the battleground of the shemale war...

He just asked Yu Yuanji to prepare a set of sword boxes, but the sword did not give in. After all, two long swords that can be called divine sword level are now inside his finger ring, but since they are in the same set of battle armor with this "Huangwu"...

Wait! Huang Wu!

A smile paused, Chen Fei's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Yu Yuanji, who was obviously reluctant to leave, and his expression was a bit stiff - 'Hey hey~ no... Is this sword...'

Feeling Chen Fei's stiff gaze, Yu Yuanji nodded slightly and responded helplessly: "Sword name armor, sword armor has the same name!"

The gentle voice fell in Chen Fei's heart but it was like a thunderous thunder. Even Chen Fei's heart felt a little dry and dry. At this moment, Si Kou Zuiyang, opposite, had already hung the wine gourd with a precious and heavy place on his waist, gently stroked his right hand on the hilt of the blue sword at his waist, as soft and affectionate as stroking his lover's hair, and said with a smile: "The sword is named Zuifu, three feet and seven inches long, made of golden crystals outside the sky, and the hilt of the sword is a fine wine for thousands of years. Holding the sword can smell the endless fragrance of wine, which is so beautiful..."

Smiling, the sword slowly pulled out, and the gentle and mellow fragrance of wine accompanied by the solemn and sharp aura silently occupied all corners here. Lei Ran Sword Song, the last blade of the sword slowly pulled out from the scabbard. The sword body was as bright as autumn water, without any impurities. It was unparalleled purity and sharpness! At this time, Si Kou Zuiyang!

"...The Godly Sword List of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds is ranked 23rd!"

The sword was held slanted, and the city lord, who looked extremely depressed, could no longer see any drunkenness in his eyes, leaving only an extremely bright and fanatical fighting spirit. He stretched his left hand flat and spoke hoarsely: "Si Kou Zuiyang, please!"

"Is the 23rd Zui Fu Sword List of the Godly Swords in the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds?"

Chen Fei's eyes lit up slightly. The swordsman sought to accompany the peerless divine sword, but the long sword would also spontaneously choose the master. Therefore, the peerless swordsman may not have a peerless good sword in his hand, but those absolute divine swords, who can hold onto their sword hilts and fight side by side with them, are definitely the top top swordsmen in the whole world! The fighting intention that had not yet calmed down in his heart swelled up again at this moment, making his right hand tremble slightly.

Of course, such fighting spirit is a timid look in the eyes of others. "Ah~ Fei Chen's fighting spirit has lost... "Sigh, the elder looked at Chen Fei's trembling right hand and said with emotion: "A sword cultivator, no, even if it is just a casual swordsman in the world, the right hand holding the sword must be as stable as iron cast... Even the right hand holding the sword began to tremble. Such a sword cultivator, no, no matter how superb his cultivation is, it is probably difficult to exert much... But there is no way..."

"After all, although he has good cultivation, he is facing Zuiyang, a celestial immortal sword immortal, and the peerless magic sword on the list of the God Swords of the Heavens... Such a combination..."

Ang Ang Ang Ang Ang!

But at this moment, a shrill and violent sword sound suddenly soared into the sky, making the words he had not yet said stop as if he had been strangled to his neck. His eyes suddenly looked in the direction of Chen Fei...

His hand had already penetrated into the sword box.

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Chapter completed!