"Since there is a saint here, the negotiation oath between the two parties must be guaranteed."

Chen Jun glanced at the forces of King Guangling and King Zhao Bing of Yanchi. Many of the latter's people were hairy and felt chills running down their spines.

The first generation saint of Confucianism nodded.

"Although I am not good at chess, I played another game of chess with your disciple."

Chen Jun's eyes fell on the old man in gray and said: "Old man, do you still remember the original agreement? Do you think you can win now?"

"I haven't forgotten that much."

Huang Longshi played chess very fast, and a piece fell down with almost a glance. He didn't care about the custom of saying nothing while playing chess. He talked to Chen Jun with great interest: "The world is like chess. How can we tell who will win before the game ends?"

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"Then let's take a look. I hope Mr. Xu Da can stop Huang Longshi."

Xu Weixiong's moves were equally fast, almost as fast as Huang Longshi's. He nodded: "Weixiong will definitely try his best."

Chen Jun turned around and left, no longer paying attention to the chess game, looking ahead and said: "Please!"

All the martial arts masters were suddenly shocked, their eyes resting on Chen Jun and Old Monster Wang.

Wang Xianzhi raised his hands, made fists lightly, and smiled for the first time.

I think I can play a little more vigorously this time.

"Please come with me and fight Wang."

Hong Zhongda Lu's voice was like a hurricane blowing up the waves of the Lotus Lake in the Academy, and a burly white shadow flew out like a comet, shooting from the ground to the sky.

Chen Jun flew out immediately.

In an instant, more than half of the martial arts masters and grand masters in Shangyin Academy also flew out.

"Dad, why did Mr. Chen fly out? Can't we fight here?" Miss Li Zi looked at dozens of figures flying out, her eyes filled with envy.

"Dong, you often call me stupid.

How can the Academy support the battle between Mr. Chen and Mr. Wang? They must fight outside, isn’t that right, Master?”

The clever and clever monk received a crisp chestnut on his fair and shiny head.

Shangyin Academy is located on Jiangnan Road, which is mostly a place where people are densely populated or where soldiers from all forces camp. There are not many places suitable for fighting.

Eight Hundred Miles of Spring God Lake.

The line between water and sky is vast and uninhabited. No one can imagine such a beautiful scene where the setting clouds and solitary swans fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. A hundred years ago, there was gunpowder smoke everywhere, and the oars and oars disappeared into ashes. A few people were like feather fans and silk scarves.

, several people are disgraced and bereft dogs.

Suddenly, the entire lake trembled.

A burly figure with white hair fell, and another figure in white clothes floated down.

"Invite Emperor Wu to taste the sword."

Chen Jun raised an arm.

He suddenly approached Kuai Xue Villa, Qing Hu City, Gui Men Pass, and the sliding platform near Chun Shen Lake. Long swords, short swords, ancient swords, and new swords all flew by, clanking and trembling.

On the straight line in front of him, the swords were linked end to end and hovered in sequence.

A smile appeared on Chen Jun's lips.

"Kill with me!"

"Walk!"

The white-clothed figure flew across the sky quickly like a startling rainbow.

In an instant, long swords, densely packed like locusts covering the sky, pierced the sky, making a terrifying roar and blasting towards Wang Xianzhi.

Wang Xianzhi stood motionless on the lake, her eyes getting brighter and brighter.

An unprecedented interest arose in his heart, and he suddenly raised his elbow, his palm hanging in the air, and turned over suddenly.

Spring God Lake is turbulent, and the waves are more than ten feet high, and are about to submerge and swallow countless flying swords. Ninety-nine percent of the world's martial arts warriors cannot do many things when facing the Sword Immortal, but it is easy for him.

"Stagger!"

The sword chanted like a dragon's chant, soaring up into the sky.

The big waves in the lake split into two parts instantly, but the man in white was nowhere to be seen.

Wang Xianzhi smiled softly and stepped out.

A thousand waves immediately rose behind him, and a line of whitecaps flew into the sky. Every step he took made the entire Spring God Lake tremble slightly, as if it was difficult to bear the strength of this burly old man's feet.

Wang Xianzhi's ten fingers were entangled and clenched into a fist.

Blow it out with one punch!

At this moment, a long sword suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Swords and palms strike each other.

Wang Xianzhi stepped back more than ten feet away.

"What?"

The great masters and masters who followed him across thousands of miles stood watching from a distance. When they saw this scene, their eyes widened and they looked at each other with uncontrollable shock. Especially the great masters of swordsmanship showed excitement on their faces.

"Wang Xianzhi was forced back by the new sword god's sword?"

"The Sword God is indeed a sword god, and he is fully capable of knocking Old Monster Wang out of the top spot in the world."

"Don't be too happy. It's just a few steps back. When Cao Changqing, Deng Tai'a, and Li Chungang challenged Mr. Wang, they all hurt each other."

"Old Monster Wang is the best in the world in martial arts. He has a strong body and can be said to shoulder the might of the world. He cannot be defeated by a simple punch or sword. If so, he will not be able to be invincible in the world."

Everyone's thoughts gradually declined.

If it was as said, Wang Xianzhi raised his fist to attack again, but this time it was Chen Jun's turn to retreat more than ten feet away and hit him in the chest. Waves of water mist suddenly erupted behind Chen Jun.

Water mist condenses into water droplets, and drops of water turn into swords!

"With three thousand swords, you can kill immortals and gods!"

Three thousand water droplets rose suddenly, as if they were obeying orders and being controlled.

Chen Jun stood on the wave.

Wang Xianzhi came riding the waves and laughed in a low voice: "I can kill the immortals, but I can't kill Wang!"

Chen Jun seemed not to have heard anything. He raised his parallel fingers like a sword, and with a slight lift, the water droplets formed a line and the sword flew towards him. Wang Xianzhi slapped his hand casually, but the line of water droplets formed on the sword did not scatter. As his fingers moved forward again,

As soon as he moved, nine more swords followed one after another. Three thousand swords stopped in the air, forming a circular sword array, trapping Wang Xianzhi firmly inside.

This pause is only a momentary one.

But it is enough to trap Wang Xianzhi for an instant.

"Big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate!"

Three thousand water drops and sword rain fell rapidly.

Like a strong wind sweeping over and torrential rain pouring down on the world.

The bursts of violent crackling sounds were like rain showers hitting the banana trees outside the window on a night of thunder and lightning. Wang Xianzhi rarely defended himself with his hands clasped together.

The spectators were stunned and refused to let go of the scene.

But the good times did not last long, Wang Xianzhi shouted low, and all the swords flew away. After all, Old Monster Wang is the invincible Old Monster Wang, and it is extremely difficult to stop him.

But below, all the kendo masters holding long swords, even the kendo antiques who have lived for hundreds of years, have to admit that it is an eye-opening experience.

I saw Chen Jun lightly opening his lips and teeth, and shouted lightly: "Ning!"

The three thousand water drop swords condensed again in an instant. This Taoist pardon and the Taoist teachings of Tianxian were just an appetizer. As the sword god who carried the world of swordsmanship made picks, hooks, stabs, blocks, and interceptions with his fingers,

, the movements of holding and waiting, the sword rain changed extremely, and it was like an antelope hanging its horns without a trace, forcibly blocking Wang Xianzhi a hundred feet away.

Compared with Wang Xianzhi's fist, this inspiring swordsmanship is not only extremely powerful, but also highly entertaining.

Half an hour later, Wang Xianzhi blasted through hundreds of raindrops and thousands of swords in one breath, setting off dozens of water curtains. When he took his second breath, it was Chen Jun's time to take a breath.

Worldly warriors, first-level realms and even land gods, the realm of gods and humans cannot last endlessly, people in different realms just persist for different lengths of time.

At that moment, when Chen Jun was taking a breath, Wang Xianzhi launched again.

A murderous intention turns the world upside down!

This is an appropriate way to describe the number one martial artist in the world. In just the blink of an eye, Wang Xianzhi took one step and was close to Chen Jun. His punches were like dragons, and the space made a hissing, distorting sound.

Just when he was about to hit Chen Jun's heart, the sword rain came immediately.

In the blink of an eye, a line of swords composed of three thousand sword rains erupted into a dazzling clear light.

But in front of that fist, which was as heavy as the five mountains, it shattered into pieces, scattering the brilliance of the glass.

"boom!"

A strong wind blew towards his face, and the power of the three thousand swords completely collapsed at this moment.
To be continued...