Sword God

Qinglin Terrace is located in the center of Qinglin City. It is a square platform. The Qinglin Terrace is ten miles away and there is nothing. But at this time, many people came from all directions and gathered here.

"Master Lin, you are here too."

"Today is the battle between Chen Zhenghong's son and Tieshanjian. How can I not come to such a big event."

"What is the skill of this son of Chen Zhenghong? Dare to fight Tie Shanjian."

"I heard that the son of Chen Zhenghong is a disciple of Qingyun Sect. He has a very talented strength. Not long ago, a single man broke into the Mojia mansion with a sword, and beheaded the Mojiasan elders. I don't know if it is true or not."

There are more than a dozen one-star forces in Qinglin City, some families or gangs, etc. After hearing the news, they have gathered here and talked with each other.

"Step aside."

"roll."

The savage voice sounded, accompanied by a fierce breath filled with depression.

"Black Tiger Gang."

"Pouting."

The Black Tiger Gang is the three two-star forces in the city. The gang named after the word Black Tiger can imagine its aggressive behavior. Only Mojia and Qijianlou can contend with it.

"Chen Zhenghong was killed by Tie Shanjian, and now his son intends to avenge his father."

"It's just a waste of life." The deputy gang of the Black Tiger Gang shouted. He had a conflict with Chen Zhenghong and was cut with a sword. He hated and degraded Chen Zhenghong everywhere.

At this time, the Mo family members came, the Mo family owner and the elders, as well as the second elders and the four elders were there, in addition to some Mo family children.

"The Iron Mountain Sword is still heavy."

"The last time was on this platform. He killed Chen Zhenghong. This time, was he going to kill Chen Zhenghong's son on this platform?"

Shang Zhonglei is burly and strong, with wide shoulders supporting the brown robe, and a thick sword handle emerges from the left shoulder, which is extraordinary.

At the same time, the people of Qijian Tower also arrived.

The seven lords of Jianlou were all present. It was such a surprise that they were suddenly surprised, but everyone's eyes were all on the young man in Tsing Yi.

The young face looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, but the look is calm, the eyes are peaceful, and the spirit is calm. It is not the temperament of the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. Instead, it is like the old man who has experienced vicissitudes.

"This kid, it's not easy." The black tiger gang helped the master to condense.

"Hum, so it's mysterious." The deputy assistant of the Black Tiger Gang coldly hummed. Chen Zhenghong's son, he just couldn't look good.

Shang Zhonglei's tiger stared fiercely, staring at Chen Zong. The huge pressure was coming through the sky, but Chen Zong seemed to be unconscious.

Taking a leap, Shang Chonglei fell like a big rock, and fell heavily on the Qinglin platform, which caused the Qinglin platform to shock, as if it was about to collapse.

"Chen Qingzong, I was a sword with your father Chen Zhenghong on that day, and there was a sense of victory in life and death, but you used this as a reason to kill the innocent elder Mo Jiasan, and even in the elder son of Mo Jiasan, my son. When the good hunter came to the door to kill the killer, he was mad and mad. Today, I want to seek justice for the elders of Mo family three and me." Shang Chonglei exhaled as thunder, and the force was oppressed. Not only to suppress Chen Zong in momentum, but also to have the upper hand in speech.

"What's the truth, you know the best in your heart." Chen Zong's figure jumped lightly, like a monkey's dexterity and lightness, and fell silently. In the face of Shang Zhonglei's oppression, his expression did not change. Practicing swords, my sword training, is right or wrong.

"A good sword repair for my generation." Many people's eyes lit up and applauded secretly.

Shang Zhonglei looked slightly suffocated. He used to squeeze his words to weaken the other party's momentum and make him gain the upper hand. As long as the other party follows his own line of thought and excuses, the momentum will become weaker and weaker. .

For example, if you want a textual fight, the other party directly shoots a fight.

"Okay, since that's the case, let's talk with a sword." Shang Chonglei immediately adjusted it, his expression was cold, and his eyes were full of eyes: "You have to understand that in this battle, I want to avenge my good guy, never Will be merciful under the sword, if you are afraid, you can admit defeat now, as long as you kneel and kowtow three times in front of my grave, I will spare you."

At this point, Shang Zhonglei still used words to suppress Chen Zong.

Chen Zong didn't open his mouth, his right hand fell on the hilt, buckled and slowly withdrawn Bai Hongjian.

The sword light fluctuated like water, the long sword came out of the sheath, and a hint of chill spread quietly throughout Qinglintai.

"That day your dad fought against me with Bai Hong's sword and eventually lost. This is the sword of the loser, you will definitely lose." Shang Zhonglei shouted, the sword behind him suddenly jumped out, and his wide palm raised a grip , Fell with a sword.

The sword was fierce, and the generous blade squeezed the air in front of it, turning it into a violent residual moon sword gas, and there was a roaring wind.

Bai Hongjian just picked it lightly, and the violent sword gas shattered away, passing by Chen Zong.

Stepping forward, Chen Zong approached Shang Chonglei, the invisible momentum quietly united.

Shang Chonglei's cultivation base is the ninth peak of the foundation, which is stronger than the elders of the Mojia three elders and second elders.

Even if the sword did not work, Shang Chonglei was not disappointed, but it was just a wave of the sword.

"Chop!" There was a loud roar, as if the tiger roared, the momentum was amazing, Shang Chonglei split the second sword.

The iron black was so violent that it poured into the broad and large swords in the hands, and the sword light was black and deep, as if it were made of fine iron, and the breath was beautiful.

The astonishing sword light fell like a mountain break, and what is even more amazing is that it is not a sword, but a series of three swords.

The amazing sword pressure repelled the air, and the waves rushed to the left and right sides. The hard Qinglin platform was scratched with a sword mark and spread quickly.

After the Three Swords, Shang Chonglei did not have any tendency to close, but took a step with the right foot as the axis of the body shape suddenly twirled, the thick and thick sword immediately rolled up a terrible blade storm, as if it were extinct Drove to Chen Zong.

From the beginning, he used words to suppress and weaken Chen Zong, and then shot without mercy. The aggression continued, and all showed Shang Zhonglei's meticulous and vicious thought.

"Feihong swordsmanship is not as good as my Iron Mountain swordsmanship.

The shout was astonishing as if the waves were rolling and shaking in all directions. Shang Chonglei's figure suddenly jumped up, holding the thick sword in his hands, shooting down like an iron black meteorite, and the whole body was sparked by the friction with the air. .

Fast, ferocious, violent, destroy everything.

The landlords of Qijian Tower couldn't help but hold the sword handle tightly, and Liu Chengyi was even anxious.

Shang Chonglei's offensive is too terrible, and no one can take it except Feng Pingsheng.

"Dead." The Mo family, the Mo family owner and the elders couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

Others were shocked. This kind of offensive was really terrible. Tieshan Jianshang Lei not only had a unique defense, but also attacked very terrible.

"Unfortunately, Chen Zhenghong is a short-lived ghost, and his son is also a short-lived ghost." Although the deputy helper of the Black Tiger Gang said it was a pity, the tone was full of gloating.

"That's it, I will cut you with this sword."

The dull voice came from the violent offensive, not slow, sad, unhappy, as if telling a fact.

Immediately, everyone saw only three sword lights broken, only saw that the violent blade storm was torn, only saw a white sword light rising into the sky.

Quick, light, elegant, yet sharp and intelligent, it is not a sword or light, but a white flying bird, vibrating its wings, traversing the sky with the most elegant posture, leaving indelible marks.

This sword surprised the sky, the world, and the eyes and heart of all the spectators.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Shang Chonglei, who was shot down by the air, was frightened. He quickly swung his sword into power, and defended himself with a large sword, which was completely airtight and dripping.

Tieshan Swordsmanship was originally a defense-oriented swordsmanship, which was practiced by Shang Chonglei to the peak of ecstasy. The power was amazing. The last time Chen Zhenghong also spent a lot of effort to break it.

But a panic emerged from Shang Zhonglei's heart. He had a feeling that his defense could not block the opponent's sword.

"drink!"

The screams shook the world, and the whole body exploded in full steam. The face of Shang Chonglei became gray and black, and there was a trace of iron black breath from the whole body.

The outburst of true energy beyond the limit, the outbreak of the sword skill beyond the limit, in order to block this sword, in order to be able to live.

Bai Wugong urged to the extreme, Bai Wu's true energy permeated his body, and then poured into Bai Hongjian.

The seventh layer of white fog power, the extremely pure white fog power, the flying sword under the martial arts, more amazing perception and consciousness, and then stimulate the body potential with spiritual consciousness, instantaneous eruption, so that Chen Zong can easily Catch the other party's flaws, the speed is extremely fast, a sword is killed, and it is instantaneous.

The speed was so fast that everyone had no time to see a touch of black and a touch of white staggered in the air, and then fell one after another.

The white is light and the floor is silent, and Bai Hongjian is slowly sheathed.

The black was heavy, and it made a loud noise when it landed, just like a drum, Qinglintai couldn't help but shake, and the black figure fell forward, and the blood flowed from the throat, staining the surrounding area with red.

For a moment, there was silence.

Under Qinglin, their eyes widened and their faces were horrified.

died.

The iron mountain sword Shang Zhonglei at the peak of Jiuzhong, the foundation of Jiuhe, was actually dead and killed by a 15-year-old boy. This is simply impossible.

Who can think of it?

Who can expect?

"Dongchen's scorching sun is afraid that there will be one more." Someone mumbled to himself.

"Okay...Okay..." Liu Chengyi reacted, laughing wildly, with tears in the corners of his eyes: "Zhenghong ah Zhenghong, did you see that, your son avenged you, the blue is blue... the blue is blue... "

It was Liu Qingyi's loud laughter echoing all around Qinglintai, which made people panic.

On the Mo family's side, all of them looked ashamed and hated to the extreme, but there was a fear in their hearts.

Feng Pingsheng and others are extremely complicated.

"If the iron gate wants to seek revenge, come to me." Chen Zong's voice sounded, and immediately, his cold eyes swept to the black tiger gang: "Just before you repeatedly defamed my father and me, this sword is used as a punishment."

A beam of white sword light vibrates its wings like a white flying bird, breaking into the sky.

The deputy gang leader of the Black Tiger Gang couldn't even react, and the corners of his mouth were torn immediately, and the pain swept through.