Chapter 740

But the words fell to the ears of the four golden men like a breeze.

Whether Xia Qingchen is in a good mood or not, they don't care.

What they care about is that they are in a very bad mood by Xia Qingchen.

"The pear blossom sword opens!"

"Seven Star lotus shadow formula!"

"Aofeng sword song!"

"Break the cloud and startle the sky sword!"

All four of them, without exception, display their swordsmanship, and their swordsmanship is extraordinary. They are all Xuanji high-grade martial arts.

On the strength of martial arts, it is comparable to Xia Qingchen's true method of Yujian.

It can be said that the perfection of fencing is one heaven and one earth!

Xia Qingchen's eyes drooped, his palm slowly held the hilt of the sword at his waist, and whispered: "why don't you always listen to advice?"

Sonorous——

The sound of the sword coming out of the scabbard has not been conveyed yet. A huge sword shadow more than ten feet high twitched from the scabbard and fell straight with the momentum of killing.

The swordsmanship of the four golden beetles was crushed into pieces under the huge shadow of the sword.

The shadow of the sword remained unabated and fell among the four.

Hearing the roar, the earth trembled fiercely, and the four people flew wildly by the powerful sword Qi, and all fell into the sword burial pool.

Their golden tough armor was full of cracks and blood at the corners of their mouths.

However, the power of this sword is more than that!

The shadow of the sword fell to the ground, and the shadow broke into a sharp and sharp sword Qi, stabbing in all directions.

Within ten feet, no one is spared!

When the four were injured, they had no effective resistance at all. Seeing that they were about to be pierced, the middle-aged Jinjia who had never shot pulled out the rusty iron sword behind him and drew a huge circle in place.

The sword Qi that blasted away, like thousands of streams returning to the sea, poured into the circle.

When all the sword Qi is absorbed, the gold price middle-aged horizontal sword points to the sky, and the whirling circle carries the sword Qi absorbed by the carrier into the sky and explodes in mid air to avoid hurting your own people.

Xia Qingchen glanced at him and said faintly, "the descendant of Beidou sword flow is OK."

Huh?

The middle-aged Jinjia, who could receive the sword, frowned and his eyes suddenly sharp: "who are you?"

He looked on coldly and had to admit that the swordsmanship of this cool young man was really incomparable!

The swordsmanship of the same level can be displayed by the other party. It has its own artistic conception and is superb, just like the sword God in the world.

He asked himself that he might not be as good as him in terms of swordsmanship.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that there was such a young Kendo expert in the world!

Even if you start from your belly, you can't practice so deeply in just ten years!

However, what really surprised Jin Jia's middle-aged was that he just threw a sword, and the other party could see the origin of his sword sect. It was amazing.

His swordsmanship comes from an old man in the mountains. Except for him and the old man, no one knows that what he practices is the Beidou sword stream that has been lost for thousands of years!

Even in zhongyun territory, those old monsters who have lived for many years do not understand the origin of his swordsmanship.

It was shocking that the young man recognized it at a glance.

Xia Qingchen turned a deaf ear to his questions and turned away.

The middle-aged Jin Jia was so surprised that he stepped forward to catch up with him: "wait..."

While walking on his feet, a wisp of sword Qi remained all over his body, surging forward with his steps, facing Xia Qingchen's vest.

Xia Qingchen didn't turn back, and drew two sword arcs with a simple backhand.

The sword arcs collided with each other and quickly evolved into a whirling sword Qi arc.

The surging sword Qi was absorbed by the circular sword arc on the spot.

More than that, the circular sword arc has its own boundless mysteries. It actually dissolves the sword Qi inhaled by itself, rather than throwing the circular sword arc into the air like a middle-aged golden armour to make them explode.

"Northern emperor sword territory!!!" Jinjia middle-aged was shocked and lost his voice!

When the old man of the deep mountain taught him swordsmanship, he once said that the Beidou sword school has three swordsmanship realms.

The first is where he is now. The stars change!

The second is the purple atmosphere of the old people in the deep mountains.

Third, the highest realm, the northern emperor sword realm!

According to the old people in the deep mountains, those in the sword territory of the northern emperor have two instruments, and the two instruments are infinite.

It means that any sword can be ever-changing and evolve any move of Beidou sword.

Xia Qingchen just cast two sword arcs at will and developed his most proud heaven and earth fight!

This is the legendary northern emperor sword territory!

However, what Jinjia middle-aged couldn't believe was that he remembered that the old man in the mountains clearly said that the highest level of Beidi sword realm was only reached by the founder of Beidou sword flow and the Beidou sword God.

None of the latecomers reached.

But the boy just showed it!

"It can't be true." Jinjia middle-aged comforted himself: "it should be a special sword technique, a little similar to Beidou sword flow?"

After all, Xia Qingchen is still so young. How can swordsmanship reach the level of northern emperor's sword realm?

"Young man, I have something to ask you, you wait..." Jinjia middle-aged raised his eyes, Kankan recovered his calm eyes, but was replaced by horror again!

Xia Qingchen stepped on the broken sword and turned into a rainbow flying through the air!

Yes, fly, he flew away!

Jin Jia's middle-aged body trembled, and his eyes were replaced by shock: "Royal... Royal sword flying!"

Sword flying can only be achieved by the strong man in the middle moon.

But the young man is obviously not a strong man in the middle moon.

The only explanation is that his swordsmanship is extraordinary and has reached the swordsman level!

Jinjia middle-aged looked at the shadow that disappeared in his sight. His mind couldn't help trembling. He looked at the vast sky. Tears filled his eyes: "master, I finally saw the Sword Fairy on the ground you said!"

Three years ago, the life of the deceased in the deep mountain was approaching. Before sitting down, I looked at the statue of the ancestor. I regretted that the greatest regret in my life was that I had never met the Sword Fairy on the ground.

At that time, Jinjia middle-aged didn't believe that there was a sword fairy in the world.

In his eyes, the elder martial master is a hermit detached Sword Fairy.

But now when I see Xia Qingchen, I finally realize that there are sword immortals on the earth!

Sweep the world with a sword and fly to the ends of the world with a sword.

It's not God. Swordsmanship is better than God.

Not in the sky, but above the earth.

That's the Sword Fairy on the ground!

Jin Jia's middle-aged mood can't be calm for a long time, and he can't express his inner feelings in words.

If the master still lives in the world, he will be very excited and happy, right?

Unfortunately, the sword fairy came and went without a trace. A sword drifted and disappeared.

Jinjia, a middle-aged man, stood for a long time, feeling lost. His mind was full of the ethereal trace of the Sword Fairy on the ground, and his evaluation of himself - fair.

"Being able to get the affirmation of the Sword Fairy on the ground shows that my sword cultivation is correct." Jin Jia said excitedly.

In his mind, he thought of the Sword Fairy on the ground and drew a circular sword arc at will. When he tasted it carefully, he noticed many mysteries that had not been taught by the old people in the mountains.

And the more you taste, the more you feel in Jinjia's middle age. Vaguely, it seems that you have grasped some inspiration.

It can be traced back carefully, like the moon in the well and the flowers in the fog.

This feeling of impending enlightenment and being hindered by something makes Jinjia's middle-aged scratching his ears and cheeks very uncomfortable.

"Need actual combat! Only real war can break through the last shackles. " Jin Jia looked forward to it.