Chapter 618

Wanzhangchang is the match of the sword immortal wanchi. Li Fuyao has obtained this sword for a long time, but wan Zhangchang is not close to her. And he didn't ask for anything. Although he has learned the skill of the sword immortal, their swordsmanship is different.

Wanzhangchang is not willing to make a fake life sword. The sword also has the pride of the sword. So until now, he has never appeared in the hands of Li Fuyao.

Until now.

Ten thousand Zhang Long snatched out of the sword case and fell into the wind and snow, and fell in front of the sword king.

There is no doubt that wanzhang is eager. Eager to reappear in someone's hands.

The master of the sword is the master of his own choice. As a sword immortal before ancient times, the cultivation value of Kendo is slightly inferior to that of Xinfen in those years. Compared with wanchi, it's hard to say whether it is higher or lower.

Li Fuyao looked at this and kept silent. The king of sword said that if he borrowed the sword, the sword would come. But it was not his own will, but the will of the sword. Li Fuyao could not do anything.

In the wind and snow, the sky is a talisman, Chen Sheng is behind the talisman, looking at this small garden city, there is no action for the moment, but everyone knows that since Chen Sheng appears here, it is impossible to simply come and have a look.

A great war can't be avoided.

But the thing to worry about is still Jian Jun.

If there is really a big war, can the sword king who is now trapped by the iron chain still exert the power of the Canghai sword immortal? If there is no Canghai realm, facing Chen Sheng, there is no chance of winning.

Jianjun looks at Li Fuyao. There was no expression.

"Since this sword is my choice to be handed to the master of sword, no one can stop it."

The swordsman was silent.

He looked at the talisman in the sky.

There is no intention of killing between heaven and earth for the time being, but the power of the talisman has slowly come towards the small garden city. It is obvious that the Taoist sage is aiming at the sword king.

Jianjun has been trapped for thousands of years. Cut off at the bottom of the river. I'm afraid I don't know what the current situation is. I don't know that swordsmen were withered six thousand years ago. I don't know that the three religions dominate the mountains and rivers. But Jian Jun doesn't care. Freedom or longevity. It's not as good as the sword.

"I haven't used a sword for thousands of years."

The voice of the swordsman is full of loneliness, and of course, there is nostalgia, no matter it was the sword in the sky before. Or the wind and snow sword that day after that was not a real sword. What he is facing is not the real enemy, and only now, Chen Sheng is in the sky,

this is his enemy.

Before the words fall, the sword king has already grasped ten thousand Zhang long. The sound of swords began to be heard all the time, and the sword fell into the small garden city with the wind and snow.

Chen Sheng's golden light is blocked by the sword, and he can't move forward any more.

That huge talisman can only hover in the sky.

When the wind and snow were heavy, the sword king stood in the wind and snow with wanzhangchang in his hand. His momentum was constantly climbing. In a moment, he seemed to have crossed the sea and become extremely vast.

The two chains became very quiet at this time.

It seems that even they choose to be silent at this time, not to obstruct or disturb.

No accident, Li Fuyao will see another Sword Fairy.

Chen Sheng is walking in the clouds, and the talisman is not far away from him. According to his state of cultivation, you can see the two iron chains behind the sword master, and know that this man is trapped by something though he has a high realm.

This sage of Taoism, with profound Taoism, will not retreat easily.

He waved his hand slightly, and the golden light fell one after another between heaven and earth, just like a heavy rain, dazzling in the night.

Those golden light slowly sprinkle, let the common people see, that is the eternal rare wonders.

Even at the moment when Emperor Yanling made public the monks on the mountain, there were still many ordinary people who were afraid.

The golden light fell and soon covered up the snow. The smell of the road. It seems to be more powerful than the original sharp sword meaning of the small garden city.

But soon a sword light cut through the sky.

The snow-white sword light is like the snow-white snow before, but this sword light is white and terrible.

I don't know when the sword king who has retreated to the river is holding a long hand, and he looks at the sky indifferently and says, "when I am in the world, no one dares to deceive me. You are the first one."

The voice was extremely cold. It contains the anger of the sword king. He was such an invincible sword immortal. Now I should be bullied and humiliated.

Chen Sheng's voice came from afar, "since we have fallen into the sea, we should recognize our fate."

There was no emotion in the voice.

It's boring to listen.

Chen Sheng is talking, but Jian Jun doesn't speak. He looked up at the sky, and the snow in the sky stopped. The snow fell on the ground but did not melt.

Countless snowflakes hover in the sky, and then form a lot of special patterns, just like a child who has not yet learned how to draw at will.The sword is full of meaning.

The swordsman was holding a long sword, and his sword lights crossed the sky and stayed in the flying snow, shining with snow-white light.

The golden lights scattered in the sky were isolated by these sword lights, and then the sword lights passed through the snow, and gradually condensed into countless sharp sword meanings, pointing to the talisman from afar.

A big war is imminent.

The silence didn't last long, because soon the sword light fell on the golden light. It was only a moment when the two met, and countless Qi machines scattered. No one saw the sword.

But no matter Li Fuyao, the drunken old swordsman or Chen Sheng, they all know that the sword master has come out.

The majestic sword suddenly came into being.

From afar, we can see that in the dark night, the sword spirit is soaring to the sky, and the spirit is in a bullfight.

"You are not the sea, how can you surpass me?"

Chen Sheng on the cloud spoke indifferently.

This Taoist sage has been in the cloud for many years. The realm is high and profound, and the Taoism is mysterious. Even among the sea monks. It's also a very difficult person to provoke. Over the years, apart from having suffered losses under Chao Qingqiu, he has almost no failure. In the face of the sword King trapped here, he has incomparable confidence. Don't think you're going to lose here tonight.

There are so many swordsmen in the world. How many are there in chaoqingqiu? There is only one person. Even if this sword king was once a sword immortal in the sea, he has no sea realm at this moment. He is not afraid of Chen shenglai.

The talisman pressed down before the golden light broke. On the snow.

This talisman is like a big net, which covers the innumerable sword ideas between heaven and earth, making it struggle and not get it.

In fact, Chen Sheng is not wrong. No matter what kind of state and prestige the sword king was, he is not really a real sword immortal now. It is really difficult to face him.

Jianjun wants to come and he knows this, but his pride as a sword immortal makes him speechless.

The sword spirit between heaven and earth was suddenly condensed into one.

Jian Jun's white hair moves with the wind, but his momentum is still climbing.

Just as the golden net came down, the snowflakes between heaven and earth turned into countless swords and stabbed at the golden light.

PS: it's a little difficult to write. Let's start with this chapter.

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