Chapter 101

In the main hall, there were only Chen Luoyang and the sword emperor Wang Jian.

A group of Demon Cult masters are waiting outside the hall at this moment.

Everyone looked serious.

Elder Ming Jing looked at Xiao Yuntian and Lao Shou, and said softly: "Three years ago, the poor monk had seen Emperor Jian, and he is very different now from before."

Everyone in the Demon Cult looked at Elder Ming Jing.

Elder Mingjing said slowly: "At that time, the Sword Emperor was frighteningly sharp and thrilling, and his sword spirit seemed to be more powerful than the Sword Emperor."

All the masters of the Devil's Cult looked at each other, thinking carefully about the middle-aged man who had just entered the hall.

"Most people in the world learn swordsmanship, with superb swordsmanship, ingenious changes, and full of sword energy, but they still stay at the level of 'the sword is a sword, and I am me.' Fences, people and swords unite, the sword is me, and I am also the sword." Lao Shou's white eyebrows trembled slightly.

"The former Sword Emperor reached the acme at this level." Xiao Yuntian said under the wind, "But now, his sword has stepped into another level. In the past, only the Sword Emperor reached the level in the vast land of Shenzhou. The sword is me, and I am still me."

Elder Mingjing nodded: "Yes..."

King Kong grinned: "The Sword Emperor can't defeat the leader, let alone him?"

The other people still looked dignified, and their expressions did not relax.

The injury of the leader of the family was far lighter than expected by everyone inside and outside the sect.

If it weren't for this, the Southern Expedition Demon Alliance Army wouldn't even kick the iron plate and be defeated one by one, and now they are faintly caught in a dilemma.

However, the battle with the Sword Emperor will not be without impact after all.

His leader's state is better than expected, but he is still far from his peak state, and there is still some gap.

It may take some setbacks to fully recover.

At this time, it is really not a good thing to encounter such a powerful man in the vast land of Shenzhou as Sword Emperor Wang Jian.

Heidi Xiuzhe is extremely powerful, but has a major flaw beyond everyone's expectations. Once his life gate is caught, he is immediately defeated.

After all, Master Bingmaha Mingjue was no longer as brave as he used to be. He manifested the pure land of Sanskrit music and suppressed the opponents under Emperor Wu.

However, the sword emperor Wang Jian in the main hall at this moment is different from the two of them.

This is a genuine Martial Emperor powerhouse.

It's hard to expect him to be like Xiu Zhe, who has the weakness of being defeated in one blow.

If you pin your hopes on this, the hope is too slim.

Everyone in the Devil's Cult is still full of confidence in their leader's ability to win the final victory.

But the problem is that with a wounded body, fighting fiercely against an opponent like Sword Emperor Wang Jian, even if he can win, it may not be easy.

It's just a loss of vitality.

If the injury is aggravated because of this, or if the old injury is not healed and a new injury is added, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Whether it is for the leader or the Demon Cult, this is something that must be avoided as much as possible.

Otherwise, not to mention that the Southern Expedition Demon Alliance Army will rekindle their fighting spirit.

There may also be disturbances within the Demon Cult.

And in the longer term, the patriarch of the alien race will go south at some point...

As long as they think of these things, everyone in the Devil's Cult will feel dignified and unable to relax.

"Let's make a bet." Zhang Tianheng said with a rebellious face, "Let's see how the leader will win?"

"The leader's miraculous skills are unrivaled, there is no doubt about it." Xiao Yuntian said softly, "It's just that people have near-term worries without long-term considerations. You can't just focus on the immediate future."

While several people were talking, a shadow suddenly flashed in midair, and someone got on the chariot of the Six Dragon Emperor.

It was Su Wei and Su Ye brothers.

Seeing other people waiting outside the hall, Su Wei's face suddenly darkened: "Sword Emperor?"

Zhang Tianheng nodded: "Yes, the leader is seeing him, maybe the person who came is not good, but there seems to be no sign of doing anything yet."

"Try not to bother the leader to take action, and it is my crime to disturb the leader's holy car." Su Wei said, "I will go in with my second brother."

After the other Demon Cult masters hesitated for a while, they all nodded.

Su Ye's strength is unmatched by ordinary martial kings.

Even if he is not Wang Jian's opponent, but with the leader by his side, it is difficult for Wang Jian to let go.

With Su Ye coming forward, the other party probably retreated in spite of the difficulties.

Su Wei was about to try to bring his brother to see him, when the closed palace door suddenly opened.

An empty-handed man in civilian clothes walked out slowly.

It was Sword Emperor Wang Jian.

He looked at the Demon Sect people in front of him and nodded: "Today I'm sorry."

Then he passed through the crowd, walked away, got off the imperial chariot, and disappeared.

Su Ye watched his back, blinked and blinked: "He lost to senior brother."

In fact, needless to say, everyone in the Demon Cult would not misunderstand that Wang Jian was a survivor of victory.

Anyone who looked at it could see that the commoner man, although he was still calm and indifferent, compared to when he came, he clearly showed a deep and old look at this moment.

Not to mention decadent and dispirited.

But obviously just frustrated.

For such a strong man who is already Emperor Wu, being able to let people perceive his mental state so easily is enough to show that he definitely fell into a big fall before, and his mood was obviously shaken.

Su Wei looked at Zhang Tianheng.

Zhang Tianheng opened his mouth, and said after a while, "There is really no movement inside."

King Kong looked at him blankly: "... none of the tricks worked?"

Everyone in the Demon Cult looked at me and I looked at you, and they couldn't turn around for a while.

At this time, Chen Luoyang's voice sounded in the hall.

"All come in."

Everyone woke up like a dream, but still confused, they hurriedly followed the order and entered the hall.

On the steps of the hall, Chen Luoyang had just relaxed.

He was lucky, the previous preparations successfully fooled that sword emperor away.

After Ying Qingqing's bronze dagger was "consecrated" before, Chen Luoyang played with it from time to time.

After witnessing the flash of the sword's light at that time, and the mystery of the talisman contained in it, Chen Luoyang pondered carefully, so now he can also stimulate a flash of spiritual light on the sword.

However, it is not limited to this.

I want more, but I don't have any for now.

In fact, after seeing Chen Luoyang's demonstration with his own eyes today, if Wang Jian was given some time to study and figure out the bronze dagger carefully, he would soon be able to do what he did just now.

But naturally it was impossible for him to take the short sword away.

It was impossible for him to know that Chen Luoyang was actually so tricky.

This cognitive deviation will cause Wang Jian to make up a lot of things in his own mind, so that he will finally get involved in it himself.

Moreover, it is rare for him to come out.

Chen Luoyang was almost certain that with the other party's style, it might be possible to exchange ideas with the Sword Emperor frequently, but he would never ask about it.

This was a "sword" that Chen Luoyang handed out to him, and he would only accept it by himself, without asking others for advice.

Even if everyone in the Jiange knew that Xiang Ping had a bronze short sword, it would be difficult to match the news with Wang Jian.

Even if it was really bad luck, Chen Luoyang passed today's most urgent hurdle if someone in Jiange raised the dagger in front of Wang Jian.

Next time we meet, it's not sure who will clean up who...

Secretly heaving a sigh of relief, Chen Luoyang also calmed down his state of mind, and then quietly watched the members of the Demon Cult under his command enter the hall.