Chapter 223: Master of Swordsmanship! Yanagi's sword moves constantly.

He is a master of swordsmanship! The shadowless sword technique is even more amazing! The ghost steps under his feet are like ghosts, all with black smoke. Murong Chen can't see through the specific direction of Liu Sheng's sword. It has to be said that this ghost steps are also a very powerful body martial arts technique.

With a sword, Liu Sheng could not see through the dragon steps under Murong Chen's feet. There seemed to be countless dragons rushing around under Murong Chen's feet.

The shadowless sword in Yasuo Yijian's hand was majestic. After being infused with spiritual power and primordial power, it was even more powerful, with murderous aura shook the sky, and a cold and cold aura soon spread out from the master of the martial arts arena.

This kind of pressure and sense of slaughter is what the Sword Immortal should have.

With a sword from Liu Sheng, he didn't know who he was. He only knew to do two things. The first thing was to meet someone who was stronger than him and kill him as much as possible. The second thing was deeply imprinted in his sea of ​​consciousness, that is, anyone who meets a dragon clan must kill him.

I don’t know when Liu Sheng Yijian was there, but there was such a deep thought in his sea of ​​consciousness. As long as it was a dragon clan, as long as it had the chance, it must be completely strangled.

Even Yasuo Yijian didn't know if he had any relatives in this world, nor who he was, nor where he got his name. He lived just for two things. The first thing was endless killing, and the second thing was to kill the dragon clan, especially the young descendants of the dragon clan.

Murong Chen's eyes were like torches, and there was no sign of fear. The Ancestral Dragon Sword in his hand was also shining with light, and the pressure brought by the dragon race permeated the arena.

The dragon clan's ancestor dragon sword, the sense of pressure, the shadowless sword in the hand of Yan Sheng Yijian, and the aura of Xiao Sha.

It seems that one is getting stronger and the other is getting worse, you are strong and I am weak... In other arenas in the martial arts arena, the ring selection competitions are going very fast, and the duels between warriors are often a surprise victory, and one move shows life and death.

However, on the main arena, Murong Chen and Liu Sheng's sword remained unmoved.

Murong Chen naturally knew that the duel with Yau Sheng was a life-and-death battle after all.

Unexpectedly, a sword from Yagyu broke out halfway.

Puffing... Murong Chen spread his wings of the Tianlong God. The white wings of the Tianlong God. Combined with Murong Chen, the white white brocade clothes that looked like snow, were like immortals in the fairy world.

When Liu Sheng saw Murong Chen's Tianlong Divine Wings, he became more determined to see what he thought in his heart. Murong Chen is indeed a dragon clan, so he can't blame him. One of the missions of Liu Sheng's sword to live in Wuyang Continent is to kill all descendants of the dragon clan.

However, Murong Chen had the dragon step under his feet and the dragon god wings on his body. Liu Sheng felt that he had no way to compete with Murong Chen in terms of speed.

Liu Sheng took out a golden talisman from the storage armband with his sword.

The talisman suddenly burned.

A pair of black wings appeared on Yagyu Yijian's body.

Everyone was shocked.

This level of talisman is very expensive! "Yuo Sheng's sword also has wings! It seems that Murong Chen is no longer comparable!"

"Although these two people did not take action, I already felt the destructive power that ruined the world!"

"As long as it is a fight, there will definitely be a victory or defeat. Do you think it is Yagyu's sword that can win?

!”

"I think the chance of winning with one sword of Liu Sheng is relatively high. His martial arts cultivation is higher than that of Murong Chen and has 5 small realms!"

"I think Murong Chen can beat Feng Chuang, who was reincarnated by the Ziyang Gate God King in the Northern Continent, did not do anything to Murong Chen, let alone the sword that came out of the middle of the way!!"

"In the hands of Liu Sheng Yijian, that is, the fifth-ranked Divine Sword in the Wuyang Continent's Divine Soldier List, the Shadowless Sword. Although the Wuyang Continent's Divine Soldier List is basically changing every year, the position of this Shadowless Sword has never been there, and other weapons and magic weapons can be shaken!"

The warriors were talking about it, and more people did not know that the Ancestral Dragon Sword in Murong Chen's hand was actually above any weapon and magic weapon on the Wuyang Continent's divine weapon list.

However, the Ancestral Dragon Sword is now a broken sword. There are still many pieces of the broken sword fragments of the Ancestral Dragon Sword that have not been found, so its aggression and lethality are naturally discounted.

The elder Qingshan from the Martial God Temple was anxious. Murong Chen and Liu Sheng Yijian seemed to be very cautious, and no one wanted to take the lead in showing his flaws.

The elder Qingshan shouted loudly: "Yuo Sheng's sword! Murong Chen! Your competition has begun!"

"According to the rules of the Wanxiang Competition, the winner will have the chance to enter the Martial God Space of the Martial God Peak, and the failure will have no chance.

If it is a draw, Zhejiang will refer to the next record!"

The Temple of the Martial God was held. The Wanxiang Competition outside the disciples had never had a draw in the past few years. These warriors were all martial arts practitioners, and they could even destroy the world in every move. There was no draw.

Lin Qingyang, the head of the Martial God Temple, was also very anxious. He didn't want the two of them to take action, but since he was standing on the ring, it would definitely not work if he didn't take action.

Li Wentian, the head of the Badao Pavilion, couldn't sit still! The competition between Murong Chen and Liu Sheng in Yijian was a sword, and victory, defeat, life and death were all in an instant.

If Murong Chen died like this, what should I do if the Qilin Flame Sword?

! "Slow down!"

Just as Murong Chen and Liu Sheng were preparing to fight, Li Wentian, the head of the Badao Pavilion, roared with thunder on the ground.

Everyone looked at Li Wentian at the same time, wondering what Li Wentian meant?

Do you want to directly destroy the cards of the Martial God Temple, and the Badao Pavilion and the Martial God Temple, and hate each other, are basically open secrets in the Southern Continent, and in the Southern Continent, this hanging city in Wanzhou is well known.

With a bang! Lin Qingyang, the head of the Martial God Temple, had a row of chairs.

Today is the Wanxiang Competition, a disciple outside the Martial Saint Temple. He does not allow Li Wentian from the Badao Pavilion to point fingers here.

"Li Wentian! What do you want to do?

!Don’t forget, this is the Temple of the Martial God!”

Lin Qingyang stood up suddenly and his aura suddenly rose up.

Li Wentian grinned, "President Lin is calm. This time he is here to participate in the Martial God Temple. This event, Li is deeply honored and honored. He also feels that the Martial God Temple is powerful, and there are many disciples outside the sect. He has to say that the Martial God Temple is now the leading sect in the Southern Continent!"

Li Wentian praised Lin Qingyang for a few words, because he really had to do two unethical things next. The first thing was to ask Meng Qilin's whereabouts. The second thing was to question Nangong Wuji, the leader of Zhentian Mansion, and his adopted son Jiang Chang, the marriage with his daughter Nangong Hongxiu! The most important thing at the moment is the first thing, that is, where are they, the big sword brother Qilin's flame sword, now?

Lin Qingyang, after hearing Li Wentian of Badao Pavilion, he felt relieved after saying this. Anyway, it seems that Li Wentian does not intend to cause trouble today.

"President Li, please be here if you have something to do. Murong Chen and Liu Sheng have a sword. Let's talk about it after the competition!"

Lin Qingyang said seriously: "What's the point of President Li's intention?

!”

Li Wentian smiled indifferently. If Murong Chen died, everything would be over.

"President Lin! Mr. Li has something to ask about, Murong Chen, a disciple of the Martial God Temple!"

Lin Qingyang frowned. It seemed that Li Wentian insisted on destroying the competition between Murong Chen and Liu Sheng.

He simply asked him to ask, and after asking, he could see what other tricks he could play.

Murong Chen and Liu Sheng on the ring also stopped with one sword, but the two still did not relax. They stared at each other and did not dare to move, for fear of a slight negligence. If the other party took the opportunity to draw the sword, it would be a fatal sword. If they went on the ring, life and death are destined, and wealth is in the sky. Even if anything happens, the warriors who went on the ring may start at any time.

"If Master Li said anything, just ask in front of everyone?

!”

Lin Qingyang said quite unhappy.

Li Wentian didn't want to say it in front of so many people, but it is not a secret that the Kirin Flame Sword lost from the Badao Pavilion, basically all the sects in Wanzhou Hanging City also knew about it.

Li Wentian stepped in the air, stepped on the void, and did not step a step. When he stepped on the air, the air emitted 1 layer and 1 layer of ripples. These ripples spread out like water waves! Li Wentian stopped three feet away from Murong Chen, and stood with his hands on his back.

Lin Qingyang, the head of the Martial God Temple, glared at her eyes, feeling that Li Wentian's martial arts cultivation seemed to be no less than him! Li Wentian looked at Murong Chen in white clothes and asked: "Murong Chen! Today, in front of so many elders and disciples of Wanzhou Hanging City, and in front of Lin Qingyang of the Martial God Temple, you can't lie!"

Murong Chen didn't have to think about it, and everyone knew what Li Wentian asked him again. Looking at the Badao Pavilion, among the elders, Jiang Chang's sinister and cunning face, Murong Chen believed even more that his thoughts must be that Jiang Chang told the whereabouts of the Qilin Flame Sword, Li Wentian.

Murong Chen looked at Li Wentian's little triangle eyes and felt very repulsive.

But at this moment, Murong Chen represents not only himself, but the entire Martial God Temple.

Murong Chen still picked up his fists and said politely: "President Li has something to do! I must tell the truth!"

"Okay! You look at your handsome man and your eyes are not like the kind of flattery and lies!"

Li Wentian asked: "As we all know, the Qilin Flame Sword is the supreme treasure of our Badao Pavilion. It was lost some time ago! My disciple, when I saw the Qilin Flame Sword in your hands, how do you explain this matter!"

Ji Heng and Santong Tianhu both looked nervous.

Bu Jingshuang also knew that the Qilin Flame Sword was always in Brother Chen's hand, but the old guy in front of him with a very small eyes, the man named Li Wentian, was the head of the Badao Pavilion. In this way, Brother Chen was really in trouble.

The three-puppy sky fox put a fox head on and said to Ji Heng: "It's all my fault!"

Ji Heng nodded heavily and comforted: "Little Matchmaker, don't think too much. I believe Brother Murong will handle this matter well!"

Jiang Chang, who was far away, looked gloating.

In front of so many people, Murong Chen must not lie, saying that the Qilin Flame Sword is not on him, Jiang Chang even hopes that Murong Chen will lie. If he really lies, open his storage armband and pull the little fox onto the ring, he will definitely be able to search the Qilin Flame Sword from the two of them.

In this way, it depends on what they have to say.

Jiang Chang looked at Nangong Hongxiu in Zhentian Mansion, but found that Nangong Hongxiu did not look at him, but stared at Murong Chen like a scheming person.

This woman is really not clear about Murong Chen.

Jiang Chang looked contempt and thought to himself.

Murong Chen looked around everyone, stepped out the dragon steps under his feet, and the dragon god wings gently spread out, and a white figure faced him. Li Wentian, the head of the Badao Pavilion, flew over.

Murong Chen's cultivation level has only reached the Silver Moon Realm! If you want to walk in the void and walk in the air, you need to reach the Xiaotian Realm and understand a certain spatial law. Murong Chen obviously cannot do it.

But at this moment, Murong Chen looked like a powerful person in the Xiaotian Realm from afar.

Murong Chen said firmly: "What President Li said is true. The Qilin Flame Sword has indeed been in my hands for a while!"

"The Qilin Flame Sword, it turns out to be in Murong Chen's hands!"

"So, the Badao Pavilion really lost the Qilin Flame Sword, but how could this Qilin Flame Sword be in Murong Chen's hands?"

"It seems that Li Wentian, the head of the Badao Pavilion, came prepared to participate in the Wanxiang Competition, a disciple outside the Martial God Temple, just to retake his Qilin Flame Sword!"

"You said that the Badao Pavilion would be taken away by the disciples of the Martial God Temple because of the Qilin Flame Sword. Taking this opportunity to fight life and death with the Martial God Temple!"

The Qilin Flame Sword was in Murong Chen's hands, and it was really shocked, everyone present.

Li Wentian smiled slightly, his face full of cunning expressions, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Since Mr. Murong admits that the Qilin Flame Sword is in your hand, please return it to Zhao and hand it over to me!"

Lin Qingyang, the head of the Martial God Temple, had a look of liver-like expression on his face. He did not expect Murong Chen to cause such a big trouble. The Qilin Flame Sword was the treasure of the Badao Pavilion.

A disciple under the ring was like an ant on a hot pan, and even sweated on his head.

This disciple is nothing but He Hu.

Some time ago, he took care of the three-pupil Tianhu, took away the Qilin Flame Sword, seriously injured Jiheng, and destroyed Murong Chen's cultivation room.

Now the Qilin Flame Sword is on He Hu's body.

Murong Chen snorted coldly: "Now the Qilin Flame Sword is not on me!"

Li Wentian instantly felt that he was humiliated by Murong Chen, and in front of so many people from the Martial Arts Sect.
Chapter completed!