Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

But the words fell in the ears of the four Jinjia people, as if by the ear.

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

They managed that Xia Qingchen was in a bad mood.

"The pear sword is on!"

"Seven Star Lotus Shadow Tips!"

"Arrogant Sword Song!"

"Broken Cloud Sword!"

Without exception, the four are all performing swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship is extraordinary, all of which are high-grade martial arts.

The strength of martial arts is comparable to that of Xia Qingchen's "The Real Sword of Royal Sword".

It can be said that the completeness of swordsmanship is one heaven and one underground!

Xia Qingchen's eyes dropped, his palm slowly held the hilt in his waist, and he murmured softly: "Why don't you always listen?"

Keng-

The sound of the sword coming out of the sheath has not yet been conveyed, and a huge sword shadow over ten feet high twitched from the sheath of the sword, and fell straight down with the power of destruction.

The swordsmanship of the four Golden Armored People was proud, and they were all crushed into pieces under the huge sword shadow.

Sword Shadow's lingering momentum continued and fell among the four.

Only listening to the loud noise of the bang, the ground trembling fiercely, the four were shocked by the powerful sword gas, and all fell into the burial sword pool.

Their golden tough armor was shocked and covered with cracks, and there was more or less blood on the corners of their mouths.

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

The sword shadow fell to the ground, and the shadow shattered into a sharp and sharp palm-sized sword gas, spurting in all directions.

Within ten feet, no escape!

At the time of the injury, the four had no effective resistance, and they were about to be penetrated. The middle-aged gold armor who had never shot, pulled out the rusty iron sword behind him, and drew a huge circle.

The sword qi that exploded was like a stream of water returning to the sea, all poured into the circle.

When all the sword qi was sucked in, the gold-priced middle-aged horizontal sword pointed to the sky, and the swirling circle absorbed the sword qi from the carrier into the sky and exploded in mid-air to avoid hurting himself.

Xia Qingchen glanced at him and said lightly: "Heir of Beidou Jianliu is fair."

Ok?

The middle-aged golden armor with a fragile sword frowned, his eyes suddenly sharp: "Who are you?"

He watched with cold eyes and had to admit that the swordsmanship of this cool boy was really high!

The same level of swordsmanship can be exhibited by the other party, fulfilling its own artistic conception and being as fascinating as a sword god.

He asked himself, if he was talking about swordsmanship, he might not have reached him yet.

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he could hardly believe that there would be such a young kendo master in the world!

Even if you start to cultivate from the belly, it is impossible to practice so deep in just a few decades!

However, what really shocked Jinjia Middle-aged was that he was just throwing a sword at random, and the other party saw the origin of his sword faction, which was really amazing.

His swordsmanship came from a relic old man from the mountains. No one except him and the relic old man knew that what he was practicing was the Beidou sword flow that had been lost for thousands of years!

Even in the mid-cloud realm, those old monsters who have lived for many years do not understand the origin of his swordsmanship.

The teenager in front of him recognized it at a glance, which was really shocking.

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

Jin Jia's middle-aged man was in amazement. He took a step forward and chased it: "Wait...

While walking on his feet, a ray of sword gas remained around his body, and he surged forward with his footsteps, facing Xia Qingchen's vest.

Xia Qingchen didn't look back, simply backhanded two sword arcs.

The sword arcs collided with each other, and they quickly evolved into a convoluted sword gas arc.

The surge of sword gas was absorbed by the circular sword arc on the spot.

More than that, the circular sword arc has its own mysteries, and it actually dissolves the sword gas that it sucks in, instead of the middle ages like the gold armor, which needs to throw the circular sword arc to the sky and make them explode.

"The Northern Emperor Sword Realm!!!" Jin Jia middle-aged suddenly lost his voice!

When the elders of the deep mountain taught him the swordsmanship, he once said that there are three swordsmanship in the school of Beidou Jianliu.

The first is where he is currently.

The second is the Qiqitiantian where the relics of the deep mountain are located.

The third is the highest state, the Northern Emperor Sword Realm!

According to the elders of the deep mountain, the Northern Emperor Sword Realm enrolled two students at one time, and the two instruments were infinite.

The meaning is that any sword can be ever-changing, and it can evolve any sword technique of the Beidou sword flow.

Xia Qingchen only cast two sword arcs at random, and then evolved his most proud Qiankun fight!

This is the legendary Northern Emperor Sword Realm!

However, what made Jin Jia middle-aged unbelievable is that he remembered that the elders of the deep mountain clearly stated that the highest state of the Northern Emperor Sword Realm, only the founding ancestor of the Beidou Jianliu, the Beidou Sword God had reached.

None of the latecomers reached it.

But the teenager just showed it!

"It can't be true." Jin Jia middle-aged comforted himself: "It should be some special swordsmanship, a bit similar to the Beidou sword flow, right?"

After all, Xia Qingchen is still so young, how can swordsmanship be beyond sacred to the level of Northern Emperor Sword Realm?

"Youth, I have something to ask you, wait..." Jin Jia middle-aged raised his eyes and recovered his calm eyes, but was replaced by shock again!

I saw Xia Qingchen stepped on his sword and turned into a Changhong flying away!

Yes, fly, he flew!

Jin Jia's middle-aged man was trembling, and his eyes were all replaced by shock: "Yu... Yujian flying!"

Yujian flying can only be achieved by the mid-month strong.

But that young man was obviously not a strong mid-moon.

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

Middle-aged Jin Jia looked at the residual image that disappeared in his sight. His heart could not help shaking, looking at the vast sky, tears in his eyes excited: "Master, disciples finally saw the sword fairy on the ground you said!"

Three years ago, the life of the old relics of the deep mountain was approaching. Before sitting, I looked at the statue of the ancestor. Unfortunately, I said that the greatest regret in this life is that I have never met the sword fairy on the ground.

At that time, Golden Armor did not believe that there was a sword fairy in the world.

In his eyes, Master Zunshan's relics are the detached sword fairy of the hidden world.

But at the first sight of Xia Qingchen, he finally realized that there is really a sword fairy on the ground!

Sweep the world with a sword and fly around the world with the sword.

Not a god, swordsmanship is like a god.

Not in heaven, but above the earth.

That is the sword fairy on the ground!

Jin Jia's middle-aged mood could not be calm for a long time, and he could not express his inner feelings with words.

If Master is still alive in the world, you will be very excited, are you happy?

It is a pity that Jian Xian comes and goes without a trace.

Jin Jia has been standing for a long time in his middle age, and he is completely lost. His mind is full of sword immortals on the ground, and his evaluation of himself-fair.

"Affirmation of the sword immortal on the ground means that my swordsmanship is correct." Middle-aged Jin Jia said excitedly.

He remembered the sword fairy on the ground, the circular arc of the sword drawn randomly, and under careful taste, he could realize the mystery that many old people in the mountains had never taught.

And the more you taste, the more the middle-aged Jin Jia feels, faintly, as if she has seized some inspiration.

It can be traced back carefully, and like the moon in the mist in the well, there is nowhere to ponder.

This feeling of imminent immediacy, but what hindered it, made Jin Jia middle-aged scratching his head and scratching his ears, extremely uncomfortable.

"Need actual combat! Only actual combat can break through the last shackles." Jin Jia middle-aged expects.