Hong Xian and his men suddenly stunned. What did the four princesses ask him to do it at this time?
Could it be said ... because he did not make a shot, the four princesses were angry?
Hong Xian converged thoughts, arming: "Please bring the way."
After a while, the maid took him to a high stage. As soon as Hong Xian arrived, he was shocked by the people here.
Gahong, Da Shizi, Tianwangfu, the Town, Miss Gai Yunnuo.
Xu Xianjian Zong Bai Qingming.
Chen Mang, the Dragon King's Mansion, Chen Mang.
Ji Liang, the nine -generation son of the nine king, and Ji Liang, at this moment, standing respectfully on another young man with a strong posture.
The ninth king's palace is Da Shizi, Ji Jing!
In addition, the amazing talents such as Qingxiangzong and other immortals and fairy palaces are present.
If you sweep carefully, there are as many as seventy or eighty people. Every one here is placed in the outside world, which is enough to make ordinary monks look up for a lifetime.
Hong Xian also found that the field of vision is very good here, and you can clearly see the scene below, including Fang Chen, who is now dancing the sword.
"I will meet the four princesses at the end."
Hong Xian gave a ceremony to the four princesses: "I don't know what the four princesses will come, what is the matter?"
"It's not that I want to call you."
The four princesses faintly said.
Isn't it a four princess?
Hong Xian stunned, and then saw two figures slowly came. One of them was the first of the Yan Kunjian of Kunlun Jianzong.
Another person ...
When Hong Xian saw the opponent's appearance, his body trembled immediately, and he immediately knelt down on the ground:
"Yong'an Wei Zuo Xuan Division, General Hong Xian, met His Royal Highness!"
Prince Zhongzhou Guo, 子!
Hong Xian was a little panicked, because he knew that the prince was practicing retreat all year round. Shenlong saw his head and did not see his head. If he wanted to see him, he was even several times more difficult than seeing the fairy kings.
Now ... The prince appeared here, and even ordered him to call him to come. Is it ...
"Hong Xian, the children of Hong's."
He nodded gently, his eyes were indifferent: "Do you know, what do I call you to come?"
"Next, the lower official dare not speculate."
A cold sweat appeared on Hong Xian's forehead.
"Well, stay aside."
He nodded gently, and then Yin Yan Kunjian laughed: "Brother Yan, I will enjoy the sword dance of Fang Jian's head."
"Good to say."
Yan Kun nodded with a smile.
The two came side by side to the barbar, looking towards the lower side, and the crowd followed the trend, watching the scene below.
Hong Xian had been wet with cold sweat. He knew that the prince was just warning himself.
"I told you, if the Swordson Swordsman lost his face today, even if you become the general of the Yongan Wei Zuo Xuan Division, I will stare at you."
Bai Qingming slowly walked in front of Hong Xian, patted his shoulder, and laughed softly.
Hong Xian's expression was slightly changed. As soon as he wanted to explain a few words, he saw that Bai Qingming had gone to everyone and watched the scene below.
Xu Qingsong retracted his eyes from Bai Qingming, his complexion was pale, his footsteps floated, and he slowly came to Ji Liang's side, while looking at the scene below, passing the sound:
"Nine -generation son, those hair is wrong."
Ji Liang has no expression: "Well, there should be a hairy hair, Xu Peng's hair, and ... my hair."
Xu Qingsong's body shocked, and he finally understood why he had to burn four inches of essence in order to perform a disaster.
"You have been pitted by Fang Chen. Now Gai Wu is in the disaster, Xu Peng is in response to the disaster, and I have finished the thunderic disaster."
"That Fang Chen ..."
Xu Qingsong's eyes were resentful.
"My Yin Bing tells me that he is now responding to the disaster, and it should be a magic disaster."
"No, if he pitted me ..."
"He might have wanted to respond to the disaster, so he started to promote Yuan Ying, and asked the road of sword, and became a veritable sword head, and for those immortal relics for the Overseas Sword Sect."
"I was used by this son like this ..."
Xu Qingsong's face was pale a bit, but one thing he couldn't figure out:
"Nine -generation sons, how can Fang Chen know the technique of disaster!? How can I know that I will show him a disaster!"
"I also thought about this problem for a long time and couldn't understand. I could only say that I may wait for me. There may be him.
But it is okay, and it depends on how he resolves this robbery today. Now for him, the magic disaster is nothing. If he has no other means, he will become the shame of sword repair. "
There was a touch of glory in Ji Liang's eyes, and Fang Chen was printed in the pupil.
Xu Xianjian Sword Sword head, when the street is Kunlun Jianzong Wu Chang danced in the sword, the news spread around like a plague.
The news was unobstructed through Xuantian Mirror, such as the torrential floods, and the sword repairers from all over the place also knew about this.
Xu Xianjianzong, Qin Hucheng and others are watching the scene in the Xuantian mirror, one by one, expressionless, silent.
"Fang Chen is the head of the sword, how dare to dance like this on the street, he lost not only the face of our swordsman, the face of the sword repaired by the large and middle continents, but also to be free!"
There are polar Jianfeng disciples double fists, gritting teeth.
"No, Brother Fang will not be embarrassed to Jianzong, he must have his own decision to dance swords!"
Langya asked Qiu anger.
"What are the decisions? You have never even used his spiritual power, dancing swords like a mortal, what is the decision!?"
Someone refute it.
Cheng Yuhan and others immediately helped to refute, but the refutation of words seemed very pale. They didn't quite understand how Fang Chen made such a decision.
Qin Hucheng frowned, ignoring these younger brothers and sisters, but quietly staring at Xuantian Mirror, Fang Chen's trick.
Under such a slow movement, the sword move seemed to be mediocre, and even ... completely lost its spirit.
"If you converge your own dance sword, can you be like Fang Jian's head, and it looks like a mortal?"
Qin Hucheng suddenly opened.
Someone froze, the ban on the spot was danced on the spot, but in the eyes of everyone, the sword moves have penetrated into the bone marrow. Even if they do not perform a little spiritual power, the sword moves always have a trace of agility and elegance.
"Fang Jian's first move, there must be a deep meaning, you can't be impatient."
Qin Hucheng suddenly smiled softly.
When he spoke, everyone's mentality gradually calmed down.
Although the process of dancing the sword is slow, there are also beginnings and ends. When Fang Chen collects swords and stands, Wu Chang couldn't help laughing and applauding.
On the other hand, Wang Yi and others were like a sip of shit, her face was green and smelly.
The name of Zhongzhou Jianxiu was destroyed today.
"Okay, it is indeed Fang Jian's head. The sword fruit of this dance is really mediocre.
Wu Chang applauded vigorously and laughed, but smiled, but found that his voice became more and more old.
"Master, you ..."
The sword beside the sword was shocked, and he stared at Wu Changzai in unbelievable.
I saw Wu Chang's appearance aging at the speed of the naked eye, and the firming skin became full of wrinkles.
The hair drops one by one.
Not only that, with his laughter, a few yellow teeth also fell out.
Wu Chang found that the situation was not right, and he was furious, but too late to react, he felt that his strength was taken out instantly.
His knees were soft and kneeling on the ground, and he stared at his hands gradually dissipating like a yellow sand.
"This sword dance is named Yijian Wannian.
Fang Chenlian laughed.
The words go to the ground.
In the end, Wu Chang only had time to make a unwilling roar.
Everyone was shocked, I don't know what happened.
Only Fang Chen himself understood that he incorporated the sword meaning of the world, so that Wu Chang was waiting to turn into a mortal, watching his sword dance for 10,000 years.