Chapter 540

Liu shisui is a very famous figure in the spiritual world, especially in the younger generation.

He was born a Taoist. He was trained by the green mountain sect, entered the old forest, destroyed Yuntai, and killed Luo Huainan in the middle. When he returned to the green mountain, he was sent to the sword prison, but he was acquiesced by his teacher to leave. He became a personal disciple of Bu qiuxiao, the leader of a Mao Zhai. He is also the leader of several families. This year, he won the first Taoist war of the plum blossom club. He is really powerful.

However, Chen Wen, the elder of Kunlun sect, has broken the sea as early as decades ago according to the boundary of Tiannan. His strength is extremely powerful. No matter from which point of view, he is far better than him. Liu ten years old, on the premise that there is no hope of winning, it is really absurd for many people to say that so calmly and confidently.

It's a bit like when Jing Jiu came to the chair and said, "I'll come.".

When he finished that sentence, the sword bracelet on his wrist seemed to fall asleep quietly - it was obvious that Buer Jian didn't care about him at all.

Xiaohe is the same, so he knows that he is a little ashamed and wants to break the relationship between Liu shisui and Jing Jiu as soon as possible.

Winning across the border often only exists in legends or people like Jing Jiu.

Chen Wen didn't laugh. He knew that Liu shisui was not an ordinary person. It was actually very difficult to defeat each other and seriously hurt each other - yes, although the relationship between Qingshan sect and Kunlun sect had always been bad, today he deliberately wanted to humiliate each other, but in the final analysis, he didn't dare to really think about Liu shisui.

What Xiao He said seems ridiculous, but it's really useful.

The whole Chaotian continent knows that Liu shisui was the bookboy of Jingjiu.

If the concierge of the prime minister can be regarded as a third grade official, the schoolboy of the leader of Qingshan is much more important than the elders of ordinary sects.

Xiaohe has retreated into the woods. After fleeing Haizhou city many years ago, she has never done it again. She is used to standing behind Liu ten years old.

When Liu was ten years old, he took a step forward. At the moment when the sole of his shoe came into contact with the ground, a strong wind roared up, rolled up the blue leaves and fluttered in the sky.

The stream also splashed itself into tens of thousands of water droplets, like a vortex, rotating rapidly around his body.

At the same time, he rushed to the other side across a distance of tens of feet.

The dark black smoke mixed with blood like flame spewed out of his fist, turned into a black dragon and rushed to the face of the Kunlun sect elder.

Is this the secret magic skill of blood demon sect?

Feeling the cold breath in the boxing style, Chen Wen looked slightly cold and found that the young man was stronger than he had predicted.

He controlled the Kunlun sect's escape method, turned into a clear shadow in the sky, easily avoided the black smoke, and immediately came into the air, and his backhand fell with a palm.

The seemingly simple and ordinary palm covered the autumn sun, turned into a mountain like shadow, and went to the ground.

It is worthy of being an elder of Kunlun sect who breaks the sea. If you do it at will, you will have the power of heaven and earth.

Such an earth shaking slap is by no means what Liu can do when he is ten years old.

Seeing that he was about to be killed, he took out a pen like thing from his sleeve and drew a line into the sky, just like writing.

Where the pen passes, it is a rainbow.

The rainbow came very quickly. It took only a moment to reach hundreds of feet high from the ground. It was bright in color. It seemed that it was not a human thing,

With a soft sound, the rainbow fell on Chen Wen accurately.

No matter how high his level was, he could only turn into ink thrown out of his pen, quickly regressed and hit the cliff heavily.

The terrible vibration spread from the cliff to the ground and then to the stream.

The stream splashed in all directions, the still lingering vortex became large for several minutes, and the green leaves all over the sky flew out like sharp arrows.

Those Kunlun sect disciples fled one after another and looked embarrassed.

Chen Wen flew out of the cliff, disheveled, pale, with blood stains on his clothes. He was even more embarrassed. He was seriously injured.

He stared at Liu Shi, his eyes full of shock and anger, and shouted, "is it Guan Cheng's pen! How is that possible! "

Guancheng pen is the treasure of a Maozhai's zhenzhai. It is as famous as the other three pieces such as Longwei inkstone. It is a magic weapon of high rank in the world. It has not appeared in the world for many years.

He didn't think that Bu qiuxiao would give such an important magic weapon to Liu shisui, a half-way disciple!

Liu ten years old did not answer each other's questions. He took two pills and took the time to recover Zhenyuan. It was not long before he got Guan Cheng's pen to recognize the Lord, and the realm was still not enough. He picked up his pen and wrote a note between heaven and earth. Zhenyuan had been exhausted, and his face was as white as paper. He could no longer write a second note.

Chen Wen floated in the sky with a long roar. A sword light went with the howl and came to the riverside in an instant.

When Liu was ten years old, his left hand moved gently, and the sword Bracelet turned into a unique sword, breaking through the air.

However, the sword and the sword light met in the sky and made an extremely clear sound.

With a soft sound, a flying sword appeared on Liu's 10-year-old left shoulder, but the tip of the flying sword was cut off by Buer sword, which could not penetrate the past, and the blood kept flowing.

Chen Wen was even worse. There was a blood hole in his chest, and blood gushed from it.

Bu Er Jian returned to Liu Shi's side. It was very bright, delicate and short, but it looked so terrible.

When Liu was ten years old, he grabbed the broken sword on his shoulder and threw it to the ground.

The broken sword trembled slightly and seemed to want to fly.

A few crackles.

The sword lights up the river bank.

The broken sword was cut to pieces by Buer sword.

Chen Wen in the sky spewed a mouthful of blood.

Blood melted into rain.

"What the fuck is this sword!"

The flying sword connected with the Taoist heart was destroyed, and the realm would not be damaged. It would take many years to recover his strength. Chen Wen was surprised and angry, and could no longer control his emotions.

What is this sword? How can it be so sharp that it can cut its immortal flying sword into pieces!

Then, he thought of the rumor after the battle of the West Sea. An incredible look appeared in his eyes and said, "is this the only sword?"

As a sword practitioner, he naturally knows the famous swords handed down from generation to generation in Qingshan.

Among those famous swords, Buer sword has the strongest lethality because it is the sharpest.

Any sword practitioner who finds himself facing this legendary sword will be awed and... Angry.

There is a Guan Cheng pen from Mao Zhai and a unique sword from Qingshan sect... No wonder you dare to challenge yourself across the border!

Chen Wen was so angry that he stepped on the escape method, extremely dangerous to avoid the sword light that followed him, came to the river bank and shook his arms.

A flamingo left his shoulders and went to kill Liu when he was ten years old.

Liu was ten years old. His face was pale, but there was a wild fire burning in the bottom of his eyes. When his right hand turned over, he took out a folding fan from nowhere and fanned it towards the Flamingo.

The breeze was very strong, and the Flamingos became smaller rapidly, and finally turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace, but the two sides had met by the river. The most taboo of sword repair is to be close to the other party. When fighting, you always remember to keep a distance from the other party, but Chen Wen's flying sword has been destroyed and seriously injured. You must take this dangerous move.

Liu's situation at the age of ten was not much better. It was a time of life and death.

Suddenly a quiet and peaceful breath appeared by the stream.

More than 100 rosary beads came silently and formed a barrier to separate Liu shisui from Chen Wen.

The old monk in the upper reaches of the stream announced the Buddha's name and said, "two Taoist friends, please stop."

Kunlun sect disciples knew the old monk and knew that the other was master Huiyuan of Tonghua temple. The two sides also met by chance by the river.

This master Huiyuan has profound Dharma and compassion for heaven and people, but he is jealous of evil. He is respected by the world and practitioners.

Hearing this, Chen Wen looked a little ugly and stopped.

Liu has too many treasures with him at the age of ten. Even if he can kill each other, who knows what a heavy price to pay.

Liu shisui also recalled Buer sword.

At this time, the more than 100 rosary beads suddenly moved, blocking all Chen Wen's retreat!

Chen Wen's face was pale and he felt extremely dangerous. With a clear roar, he asked his disciples to take action. At the same time, he held the magic weapon to protect his life and was ready to sacrifice it.

But it's still late. Who would have thought that master Huiyuan, who is famous for his virtue and purity, was preparing to mediate the grievances between the two sides, but suddenly killed him?

More than 100 rosary beads burst at the same time!

The roar was heard everywhere, and the stream was steaming and splashing, and then burned into smoke by the extremely high temperature!

The clear roar suddenly stopped!

When the smoke and dust fell, Chen Wen was no longer on the riverside. Blood was everywhere on the stone and in the water, still steaming.

The master Huiyuan had reached the cliff hundreds of feet away and disappeared.

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The river is very quiet.

The slowly flowing stream diluted the blood on the stone and went downstream. The sound was so soft that it fell on people's ears, but it was so thrilling.

The faces of the Kunlun sect disciples were full of panic. They looked helplessly around the valley and their companions, as if they didn't know what had happened.

Liu was also a little confused at the age of ten.

Suddenly several Kunlun sect disciples began to cry, and their voices were very sad.

Several sword lights lit up the valley. The Kunlun sect disciples summoned flying swords and aimed them at Liu shisui. Some crazy shouted, "you killed martial uncle!"

Xiaohe didn't know when he had come to Liu shisui's side. He waved to put up a barrier and whispered to Liu shisui, "go first."

The daze of the previous moment came from his kind nature, but Liu soon woke up at the age of ten. The training he received in the old forest made him know that he must not leave like this. He stretched out his hand to stop Xiao He behind him, looked at the Kunlun sect disciples and said, "this should be Lao Lin's plot."

Listening to his calm voice, the Kunlun sect disciples calmed down. Thinking about the previous things, they found that it was really too strange.

But obviously, some people don't want Liu to break the game so easily“ But you used to be an old Lin. who knows if you colluded with each other to come here? If you are really innocent, why not kill the fox demon around you first? " A cold voice fell from the sky. With the sound, a figure fell. In the extremely high sky, close to the virtual world, there is a big boat looming, which is the cloud boat of Zhongzhou school. The man jumped out of the cloud boat. Bai Qianjun's people are still in the air, and the wind tunnel formed by the strong Avenue method has attacked the river bank. After asking these questions, he has been closed in Yunmeng Mountain. His realm strength has improved again, but his hand is still so ruthless and violent that he wants to kill Liu shisui on the spot without asking. Liu is ten years old. At this time, Zhenyuan has been exhausted. How can he avoid opening this wind tunnel? No one noticed that a flying sword floated out of a cliff somewhere. The flying sword is very strange. There is no sword light. From a distance, the sword body is a touch of light gray, like the sky and a cliff. Even if someone sees the sword with their own eyes, it is easy to think that it is the sky or a cliff. And the flying sword didn't have any strong breath. It was like a leaf, floating weakly in the wind. The fallen leaves floated into the wind tunnel, and then went up quietly but very quickly to the sky. Rub a few times and make a light noise. There are more than ten tiny but profound cracks in Bai Qianjun's body! With a dull hum, he stepped back hundreds of feet and landed on a big tree not far from the stream. The wind blew the treetops. He went up and down with it, and blood spilled continuously. He stared at the place in the cliff, his face was extremely gloomy, and said, "Zhuo rusui... Do you only dare to sneak attack!" The gray flying sword drifted back to the cliff feebly. Zhuo rusui stepped on it. He drove his sword to the stream, looked at the white thousand army in the tree, felt puzzled, and said, "you can't beat me without sneaking attack." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.