Zhong Wen's original intention was to be polite first and then to fight, and to politely come to inquire about Liu Qiqi's whereabouts.
After all, the Sword Master is different from Wu Lanxin and the other twelve masters. He neither participated in the battle at Goddess Mountain nor helped the royal court deal with him. It can be said that the two sides had no grudges in the past and no grudges in recent times.
Moreover, this time they did not come to provoke Loutu Zhibin, but Liu Qiqi took the initiative to challenge him. No matter what the outcome was, logically speaking, it seemed that Kunwu Sword Palace was not to blame.
Qiqi has been here!
However, the moment he approached Kunwu Sword Palace, Zhong Wen came to this conclusion instantly.
Just because he could read a familiar scent of swordsmanship in the air.
Only the owner of the natural sword heart can release the breath of sword.
The remaining kendo aura was already very weak. The reason why Zhong Wen could sense it was because he had obtained the same kendo talent from Liu Qiqi through the method of dual cultivation.
In this way, it is undoubtedly confirmed that Liu Qiqi has not only been here, but also fought with someone with a sword.
Realizing this, Zhong Wen decisively released his consciousness to the limit, and the range of perception covered almost one-third of the chaotic world.
No!
Within the scope of spiritual consciousness, there is no trace of Liu Qiqi at all!
The interior of the Sword Palace was hazy, and even spiritual consciousness could not enter it.
Zhong Wen's expression changed, and he couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart.
Came here, fought, and then disappeared.
Even the most optimistic people may not be optimistic about the outcome of Liu Qiqi's battle.
As the saying goes, caring leads to chaos. When he thought that something unexpected might happen to the woman he loved, Zhong Wen couldn't care less about etiquette and forbearance. He took one step forward and appeared within the scope of the Sword Palace in the blink of an eye. He was so domineering and powerful.
The pressure pours out and covers all directions.
As a result, the surroundings of the Sword Palace were immediately alarmed. A sharp sword light came from the sky, as fast as lightning, and the terrifying momentum caused the heaven and earth to change color, and the sun and the moon became dim.
Except for those like Li Yiru who were directly invited, the Sword Array treated all guests at Kunwu Sword Palace equally without distinguishing between them.
If you can receive a sword from the sword array, you will be qualified to visit the sword palace.
If you can't take it...
Naturally, there is nothing more to come.
For the lineage of Sword Lords, this is a natural thing.
How can anyone be qualified to visit the world’s number one holy land of swordsmanship?
There are only a few people in the Sword Palace, and everyone is a cultivator who is bent on pursuing the supreme swordsmanship.
How can people have so much free time to do receptions?
The existence of the Return of the Ten Thousand Realms Formation is not so much a defense as it is a screening, allowing those practitioners who like to "ask for swords" to weigh their own weight.
But for Zhong Wen, who was already anxious and about to explode, this sword light was undoubtedly a naked provocation.
"Tianque!"
His eyes sharpened, he shouted sharply, and a dazzling colorful light suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.
"Buzz!"
The loud sound of the sword cracked the rocks and penetrated the clouds, resounding in all directions.
The moment Tianque Sword appeared, the sword energy that Wan Jie Gui fired out was slightly stagnant, and its momentum suddenly weakened a lot.
"Don't all swordsmen like to fight?"
Zhong Wen sneered and raised the divine sword above his head, "Then what's the point of using the entire formation? It's really not doing its job properly."
After saying that, he slashed towards the void with his sword.
Wherever the sword light passed, the seemingly empty place actually showed one sparkling spiritual pattern after another, crisscrossing and densely packed, forming a mysterious and complex pattern.
Inlaid on the stone platform in the center of the pattern is a hazy, translucent orb of five colors. Anyone who takes a look at it can instantly tell that this object is extraordinary.
Needless to say, this is where the Ten Thousand Realms Return Formation is located, and the empty scene before was just a disguise used to hide the formation.
"Snapped!"
At this moment, the orb at the base of the formation suddenly cracked, and with a crisp sound, it fell from the left and right to the stone platform. The light pattern of the formation below instantly dimmed, and the slightest energy fluctuation could no longer be felt.
All worlds return together and break!
After destroying the formation with one sword, Zhong Wen decisively activated his spiritual consciousness and sensed the situation of Kunwu Sword Palace again.
But even if he could grasp all the disturbances within an unknown number of miles, the inside of the Sword Palace was like a black hole of spiritual consciousness. No matter how he searched, he found nothing.
This magnificent palace seemed to be protected by some mysterious power, and it was able to block out his powerful consciousness, making it impossible for it to penetrate at all.
"Tianque!"
Zhong Wen's eyes sparkled, he raised his sword over his head again, and let out a thundering roar.
"Buzz!!!"
The sound of the sword became louder and louder, reverberating in the air, shaking the heaven and earth, and lingering for a long time. A king-like aura surged out and swept in all directions.
King of Swords!
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
Streams of cold light shot out from the Kunwu Sword Palace, heading straight for the Tianque Sword. When they were about to get closer, they hovered in mid-air again, and there were sharp swords one after another.
These swords seemed to have spirituality, and they all turned slightly sideways towards the Tianque Sword, just like humble subjects paying homage to the almighty king. .??.
Zhong Wen actually used the kingly attributes of the Tianque Sword to forcefully seduce many swords in the Kunwu Sword Palace just like he did in the Goddess Mountain and the Royal Court.
However, when these swords flew towards him, Zhong Wen's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly.
Just because among the pile of sword blanks, he actually saw the sword he had made.
Liu Qiqi’s Qixing Immortal Sword!
…
"I'll go! What the hell?"
With quick eyesight and quick hands, Passepartout grabbed his beloved sword from behind, which had just been taken out of the scabbard and was about to fly into the air. He let out a strange scream and was dragged several feet by the sword. He stumbled and almost lost his balance.
Wang Twelve on the side was even more embarrassed.
"Come back to me!"
I saw his eyes glaring fiercely, veins on his forehead popping out, he made a sword formula with both hands on his chest, and shouted angrily. In order to keep the twelve flying swords that were about to escape from his control, he almost didn't even have the strength to eat milk.
Used it.
For some reason, Mr. Hao suddenly reached out and covered his mouth. His strong body was shaking non-stop. Although he was not as embarrassed as the two of them, his face was also slightly pale.
Chu Tie, the fat man, accidentally jumped out with his sword like a wild horse.
Finally, he was extremely fast, with lightning-like movement skills, and his fat body jumped out with unimaginable momentum. He arrived last, catching the sword before it flew out of the sword palace, and dragged it back with all his strength.
.
What followed was a wrestling match between the fat man and his own sword. Sometimes you retreated, sometimes I advanced, and it was very busy.
Even the swords condensed by Qin Zixiao's evil spirit were affected, and they dispersed one after another and turned into purple-gold mist again, no longer shapeless.
Apart from Li Yiru who did not have a sword on him, the only one who was not affected much was Yuchi Chun Gou.
His right arm swayed slightly, and he soon regained his composure, as if nothing had happened, and the sword was still firmly attached.
Hold it in the palm of your hand.
"Damn it, what kind of fighting style is this?"
Passepartout blushed and cursed loudly, "If you can't put up a good fight, why are you trying to steal weapons from someone so far away?"
However, Mr. Hao always covered his mouth, Wang Twelve was exhausted trying to keep the twelve flying swords, and Chu Tie, the fat man, was not good at words, so no one in the room cared to talk to him.
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the aura that enveloped Kunwu Sword Palace suddenly more than doubled, as if an ancient giant beast had been severely angered. The terrifying pressure seemed to contain hatred and hatred like a stormy sea, and it vowed to kill him.
Everyone present was torn to pieces.
"I go!"
Passepartout cursed fiercely, and a red line slowly slipped from the corner of his mouth. The blood was no longer visible on his face, and his expression felt much uglier.
With his cultivation and strength, under the dual dilemma of coercion and the defection of the sword, he was actually a little overwhelmed and exhausted to deal with it.
The performance of Wang Twelve, Chu Tie and others was obviously not much better than him.
"There are such people in the world."
A flash of light flashed in Yuchi's eyes, and the corner of his mouth suddenly turned up. Someone knocked on the door. Instead of feeling angry, he seemed to be in a happy mood. He slowly raised the sword, stared at the dim blade and murmured.
He said to himself, "After all these years, old man, we can finally have a good fight."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his sword high into the sky across the roof.
There was no overbearing sword energy, and there was no dazzling sword light. From Li Yiru's point of view, the momentum of this sword was not even as powerful as a full-strength blow from a rookie.
But Yuchi Chungou's eyes were extremely solemn, and his attitude was completely different from when he fought with Yin Tian.
…
"puff!"
High in the sky, Zhong Wen suddenly trembled, his face turned pale, and a long gash appeared inexplicably on his chest, and blood shot out like a fountain, spreading like rain.
His body flew backwards like an arrow from the string, and soon turned into a small black spot on the horizon, gradually disappearing without a shadow.
"Husband!"
"Zhong Wen!"
Master and apprentice Lin Zhiyun and Lin Xiaodie had just arrived and witnessed the scene of Zhong Wen flying away. They all looked confused and didn't know why, so they couldn't help but shout in unison.
Without Zhong Wen, the coercion between heaven and earth immediately dissipated without a trace. Two figures galloped out of the Sword Palace, walked in the sky, and flew toward the two women with great momentum.