Middle -aged people laughed at: "Yeah, if I want to stop the Xianxian sword from asking swords, even if the ancestors of Zhongzhou are all useless, why should I stop it?"
Lu Chunyu didn't understand this. The Xu Xian Jianzong was so powerful with the Kunlun Jianzong, and even suppressed the Kunlun Jianzong. It was not until the bottleneck in the bottleneck of the Xianwang to achieve the ancestor, which reversed the situation.
Why is this attitude now?
"There is a burial sword ladder, and two big characters have gambled on this burial sword ladder."
Middle -aged people faintly said: "This gambling contract involves Emperor Tian, Zhongzhou, and Beidou three places. If you lose, the three places will be Yi, and what kind of monks in the three places will end. You should be able to imagine it.
"
"What!?"
Lu Chunyu's eyes flashed with a touch of anger. He knew the place of prisoner. It was a very distant realm from Emperor Heaven. He was rich in resources and many masters.
However, what kind of gambling will involve the three major boundaries of Emperor Tian, Zhongzhou, and Beidou !?
"They are here."
Middle -aged people smiled slightly. In his eyes, Wang Zhenlong, Zhang Ling and others had already seen, and his eyes fell on Fang Chen. Suddenly, Fang Chen also seemed to be induced, but he couldn't bear to look up.
Lu Chunyu wanted to continue to ask, but as soon as he was about to speak, the middle -aged people in front of him had disappeared.
Nympho
"I just feel ..."
Fang Chen thought about it, and touched the small arm, all of which were goosebumps above.
Just now, he suddenly had a very special feeling, as if there was a wild and fierce beast staring at him secretly. This feeling would disappear soon. If he was not an ordinary person, it would be difficult to detect.
"Boy, willn't it be a little nervous?"
Wang Zhenlong glanced at Fang Chen with a smile: "Kunlun Shenshan is in front of him, so you must be afraid. Now Kunlun Jianzong is the same as you as you."
"Disciples know."
Fang Chen nodded gently.
At the same time, dozens of swords repaired the air. The leader was the Xuanxian sword repaired with everyone on Qiankun Island.
"The last name is Wu, why don't your ancestors come and meet in person."
Wang Zhenlong laughed.
Wu Fenghua sank, and said coldly: "If your old sword immortal comes, maybe the ancestors will consider seeing each other. As for you, how to match the ancestors, don't want to talk nonsense, both ask, both ask, you can ask both, you can ask both, you can ask both, you can ask both, you can ask both.
Let's come with me. "
He didn't give Wang Zhenlong a chance to speak again, and turned to fly.
Wang Zhenlong smiled and took everyone to keep up.
There are Wu Fenghua leading the way, and the various formations along the way are automatically closed. After a while, everyone went to Kunlun Shenshan and appeared in front of the mountain gate of Kunlun Jianzong.
When everyone arrived, there were already many Kunlun Jianzong's sword repair here.
Xiuwei should have everything from refining to the calamity. Wang Zhenlong looked at it, and his expression was a little weird. I am afraid that the Kunlun Jianzong has almost 90 % of the monks?
Wu Fenghua didn't talk nonsense, and glanced at Fang Chen: "I heard that you have been promoted, then I will also arrange for Kunlun Jianzong to arrange the same sword repair as you to fight for the battle. A total of nine people.
If you can win all, you will get through the road to the sword this time. In the future, Emperor Tian and Beidou will not embarrass you anymore. "
Speaking, he waved his sleeve robe gently, and a total of nine monks in total.
Each one is in the current realm, and it seems that it can break through the middle period at any time.
Originally, Kunlun Jianzong's Jianxiu is now famous in the three places, and it is hot. Any casual one is a genius in genius.
But now the nine are standing in front of Fang Chen, all aspects are inferior to all aspects.
In their eyes, there seemed to be a dead ambition, but Fang Chen was light and light, without the slightest emotional fluctuations.
In this case, Kunlun Jianzong's Jianxiu has faintly felt the battle of today. I am afraid that it will become the scoot stone of the Xianxian Jianzong, which will become their reputation.
At that time, two figures were looking at it.
"Li Changsheng, what are you talking about? He is qualified to go to the burial sword ladder?"
"good."
"Is there no disciples who have a stronger talent under his door?"
"No."
"In this sword, I think the nine of your nine are unable to survive, you are raising a puppet."
"It's not to raise a puppet, but to raise a sword. Brother Chen doesn't want this gambling to lose. Except for Emperor Tian, Zhongzhou, Beidou, the gambling between the two people also involved several borders. If you lose
The loss is heavy. "
"Are you dissatisfied with the one who listed here as a bet?"
"Naturally, I dare not, but just look at the Kunlun Jianzong. I do n’t really find a younger brother who is more talented than this son.
Listen to the destiny. "
"Remember, you have to produce at least ten people, and you have to pick out the real genius of this way wholeheartedly.
Nympho
"Kunlun Jianzong, Wu Yue, come to fight!"
Nine places were silent, and one of them slowly stepped forward, staring at Fang Chen's eyes, revealing a hint of hatred in his eyes.
"Surname Wu? Is it your junior?"
Wang Zhenlong looked at Wu Fenghua with a smile.
Wu Fenghua snorted coldly, without words.
The next moment, the Wu Yuejian Xiu suddenly came out of the sword, and he did his best when he shot.
This is the attack power of Jianxiu.
A touch of sword mang flashed away.
Wu Yue's sword potential just swept away, and the whole man fell in front of Fang Chen. There was a sword injury in his eyebrows. This sword injury not only broke Wu Yue's vitality, but also broke his Yuan Ying.
Then, then
"Why ... I can't even hold a sword ..."
Wu Yue's soul stood up from the body, looking at Fang Chen blankly.
Although before this battle, Wu Fenghua's ancestor had reminded them that in this battle, they had only less than 10 % of their chances.
But in the current situation, it is more than 10 %, for fear that there is no chance of winning.
Seeing Wu Yue's death, Kunlun Jianzong's sword repaired pursed his lips, staring at Fang Chen with a cold look.
The remaining eight people looked at each other at each other, and one person came out, and the expression was poisonous:
"Kunlun Jianzong Wu Fan, come to the battle."
Is the last name Wu?
Wang Zhenlong's eyes moved, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he glanced at Wu Fenghua coldly.
Wu Fenghua had no response, and his expression was gloomy.
"Strange, two surnames Wu Sword Xiu sent one after another. Is this intentional to make Wang Tai get angry ..."
Zhang Ling and others looked weird. At that time, Wang Zhenlong's two disciples died in the hands of Wu Shou Xiu.
Fang Chen also noticed, but he was too lazy to care too much. Here is the end of the road to sword. Today, he will not be too bland today.
In the invisible void, a huge Xuantian mirror passed the scene to all directions.
Zhongzhou, Emperor Tian, Beidou three places, all monks who can see Xuantian Jing stopped watching and watching, with a dignified expression.