Chen Tian was ready to deal with everything, and Ye Zhen had already planned everything with his capable general. When he heard the word "fate", his face became obviously stiff. He had doubts or disbelief.

"You and I have been fighting for many years, and I have never seen you lie... Sikong Beichen, I am not as bright as ever." Chen Tiandu sipped in a small sip of tea.

Sikong Beichen said calmly: "As you said, after so many years, I have never seen me lie. This time I think it is a lie?"

Chen Tian was slightly stunned.

Ye Zhen bowed: "Can you let me say something?"

"speak."

"You said that this senior's surname is Lu, and he has his destiny. Does anyone have a testimony?" Ye Zhen asked.

"All my disciples in the Nine-Level Hall can testify."

The four first seats bowed at the same time, without saying a word, and had already expressed their attitude.

Of course, my own people say what I do.

Chen Tiandou raised his old palm and gently put it on the coffee table.

Buzz ———

The vitality surges.

The tea cup slowly rises.

"You and I know the difficulty of opening the fate. Why bother to deceive yourself?" The water cup in front of Chen Tiandu flew over and flew to Sikong Beichen.

Sikong Beichen also stretched out his hand and placed it on the coffee table.

"You can choose not to believe it. Chen Tiandu, if you come to me just to prove this, it will be meaningless."

The tea cup flew back to Chen Tiandu, only half an inch away from the tip of the pen.

Chen Tiandu's eyes opened.

The buzzing sound was several times stronger than before.

"What you said is true. Chen Beizheng's death has nothing to do with your Nine-Level Hall."

The tea water in the water cup splashed out and condensed into nails, as narrow as hair, as fine as a miniature sword.

Ye Zhen was slightly surprised and was fascinated by the sight.

A talented genius practitioner can understand the essence of it without the teacher’s teachings.

The hairy water nail came to Sikong Beichen.

Sikong Beichen frowned, spread his four fingers and stuck it to the coffee table.

"There are faults and debts. If you want to find the murderer, go find Senior Lu... However, the court did not make any statement. Are you Feixingzhai so anxious?"

Bang!

The water nails are scattered, and when they are about to fall on the coffee table, they become ice nails again, vertically downward.

Chen Tiandu's expression was as usual, his palm spread out and his palms were tightly attached to the coffee table.

"Feixingzhai has always been like this. Since the murderer is someone else, then the Nine-Level Hall hand over the murderer."

Above the Nine-Level Holy Palace, the vitality surged, and the red air flowed back and forth.

The vitality suddenly became a sword energy.

Sikong Beichen used a little force with four fingers, and above the Nine-level Holy Palace, the sword aura collided with each other.

Bang bang bang bang!

"What a person Senior Lu? How can the Nine-Level Palace manage? You are so anxious, why not go to Qianliuguan to get him?" Sikong Beichen said.

The ice nails on the coffee table move forward and may fall down at any time, piercing the back of Chen Tiandu's hand.

The ice nail is like a silver needle.

The sword energy in the sky is hard to solve.

Bang bang bang bang!

The dense sword auras have formed a formation and collided with each other.

On the Nine-Level Holy Palace, it is like fireworks blooming.

The disciples of the Nine-Level Hall rushed over and looked up.

Tens of thousands of disciples from the Nine-Level Hall gather together, which is also a great force.

Chen Tian felt a large number of practitioners approaching, pressing down with all four fingers, and his fingers sank into the coffee table, embedded them, and engraving them into the palm.

"Sikong Beichen, I'm afraid your plan will be lost. Elder Meng has rushed to Qianliuguan. In less than an hour, Qianliuguan will no longer exist."

The silver needle-like ice nail was transferred to the back of Sikong Beichen's hand.

Sikong Beichen also pressed down his four fingers, and embedded his four fingers, saying:

"Encircle Senior Lu?"

He showed a shocked but mocking expression.

Chen Tiandu frowned slightly: "What a laugh?"

"I laughed and said that the Lord of Feixingzhaizhai would do such a stupid thing. You have been in seclusion for too long. Why don't you and I make a bet?" Sikong Beichen was excited, not like the old man should have at all. It was more like a rebirth.

"What bet?" Chen Tiandu said.

"Meng Changdong has gone but never returned." Sikong Beichen said.

Ye Zhen bowed from the side: "I'm afraid I can't do it as you wish. Elder Meng has Xie Xuan, a master of the twelve sects of Yunshan, as well as disciples of Tianwu Academy, and I, a disciple of Feixingzhai, a total of thousands of practitioners. Senior Sikong, I'm sorry. Qianliuguan has repeatedly killed my Feixingzhai disciples, and it's time to get a break up."

Buzz ———

Bang bang bang bang!

The sword energy in the sky is getting denser and denser, and gradually there is a momentum to press down.

If you go down, you may level the Nine-Level Holy Palace.

"Silly, there is a price to pay..."

Sikong Beichen pressed down his four fingers again.

His right palm directly hollowed out his palm print and retracted it back.

Chen Tian made the same move and later recycled it: "I will respond to this bet. The loser will destroy his cultivation."

"good."

Sikong Beichen was greatly inspired.

When both sides withdrew their palms, the sword aura on the left above the Nine-Level Holy Palace dissipated one by one, but the sword aura on the right became even more powerful.

The ice nails on the coffee table are still floating and shooting forward.

Chen Tiandu frowned and said in a lost voice: "Impossible."

When I raised my hand again, it was too late.

The ice nail pierced Chen Tiandu's chest. The moment the qi burst out, Sikong Beichen also burst out with the qi, bang!

Chen Tian flew backwards, keeping sitting cross-legged, wow—

A mouthful of blood fell.

When the blood fell, it actually floated forward, and Ye Zhen's palm was glowing red, urging the essence and blood, and slapped forward.

The four first seats of the Nine-Level Hall exclaimed: "Lord of the Palace!"

The four of them set off at the same time.

When Chen Tiandu landed, he slapped the ground with his palms, and the Qi formed, dragging the four people down!

Ye Zhen was like a wolf and a tiger, making a flying pose and forward with his palms.

Sikong Beichen looked up calmly: "You are just nine leaves, dare to be arrogant?"

Ye Zhen's back, a few feet away, the sword aura stabbed Ye Zhen's back.

Ye Zhen smiled: "Go!"

Fire came out of both palms, and the mouth of essence and blood that Chen Tian vomited together with the karma fire formed a fire ball and hit it.

Bang!

The fire ball hit Sikong Beichen's chest.

Sikong Beichen slid backwards and hit the wall with his cushion.

Also spit out a mouthful of blood.

Ye Zhen landed on the ground and said with a smile: "Senior Sikong's swordsmanship has reached its peak, which is surprising."

Sikong Beichen looked directly at Ye Zhen: "Is this the perfect solution you have prepared?"

"I and the master of Zhai are just protecting themselves." Ye Zhen bowed.
To be continued...