Sword of Coming

When Chen Pingan walked down the tall building and returned to his seat, he had already missed two battles.

Zhang Shan, the Taoist priest sitting on the chair next door, saw Chen Pingan and quickly stood up and thanked him. Chen Pingan had to return the gift with his fists and took the jade token.

For the sake of fairness in this open battle between deadly enemies, the battlefield was not set in Fenglei Garden or Zhengyang Mountain, but in the Immortal Terrace, one of the six branches of Fengxue Temple. As a sacred place for military strategists, Fengxue Temple was more friendly than Zhenwu Mountain. It is extensive, and its style of conduct is much lower-key than that of Zhenwu Mountain. The disciples of the sect come down from the mountain, and there are more rangers than battlefield generals, so they have a good relationship with both families and will not favor any side.

As for why Fengxue Temple chose Shenxiantai, firstly, Shenxiantai is located at the top of the peak, with a wide view and pleasant scenery. In terms of perception, it is the Fengshui treasure land with the most immortal spirit in Fengxue Temple. Secondly, there are few disciples in Shenxiantai. , the incense has withered, and it is almost only supported by Wei Jin. Wei Jin is not close to the sect because of his mentor relationship. Presumably Fengxue Temple also took this opportunity, hoping to increase the incense to the Immortal Terrace.

After Chen Pingan got the result from Qiushi, he was shocked. Fengleiyuan had lost both of the previous two battles. An ancestor and a famous swordsman in the middle of the generation died under the swords of their opponents in Zhengyang Mountain. In the second battle between the ancestors, both of them died together, but because the ancestor of Zhengyang Mountain fought with his last breath and died later than Fengleiyuan Swordsman, Fengxue Temple judged Zhengyang Mountain as the winner according to the rules.

There are no crowds on the vast Immortal Terrace. A few buildings are densely clustered in the northeast corner. Only Aquarius Continent Qi Practitioners with both status and cultivation strength are qualified to climb the tower to watch the battle. The rest of the monks , can only be viewed from a distance from other peaks in Fengxue Temple.

The huge Immortal Platform seems to be reserved only for the warring parties.

After talking with each other, Chen Pingan discovered that Taoist Zhang Shan had never even heard of Zhengyang Mountain and Fenglei Garden before. This was not surprising. Ju Luzhou Qi practitioners had always had a very high self-esteem, and they had a very high opinion of the Nine Continents. Aquarius Continent, the smallest one, has always been looked down upon. Perhaps only Shanya Academy, Guanhu Academy, Dali Cui Yu, martial artist Song Changjing, and Sword Immortal Wei and Jin, these places and celebrities, can gain the discernment of the Juluzhou monks.

Furthermore, with Taoist Zhang Shan's cultivation and vision, he is not on the same continent, so it is strange that he is familiar with the customs and customs of Aquarius Continent.

Fenglei Garden and Zhengyang Mountain are feuding, and it is known throughout the continent. In the deepest part of the garden originating from Fenglei Garden, on the sword-testing ground, there is the body of a female founder of Zhengyang Mountain. After the battle, it has been exposed to the sun to this day. Fenglei Garden originally Not only was he unwilling to return the body and let the disciples of Zhengyang Mountain help him bury it, he even did not pull out the Fengleiyuan standard long sword that pierced his head. He just allowed the disciples and guests to watch at will. Three hundred years.

What is a great shame? This is!

Zhengyang Mountain is the pinnacle of swordsmanship in Yizhou, and its swordsmanship has reached the sky. In the past three hundred years, it has been flourishing. In terms of the excellence of the youngest three generations, it has actually surpassed Fengleiyuan.

After Zhengyang Mountain, almost every sixty years someone would go to Fenglei Garden to challenge, trying to "invite" the ancestor's bones back so that she could die in peace. But the master of Fengleiyuan who killed the female sword cultivator of Zhengyang Mountain lived for another three hundred years. Even though many geniuses emerged in Zhengyang Mountain during these three hundred years, he still could not win against him. Later challengers were not so ruthless, but they could not be considered merciful. They either broke the Changsheng Bridge or destroyed the natal sword. Maybe for the Zhengyang Mountain sword cultivator, life is worse than death, and it is better to die in a heroic battle. It's a pleasure.

This is the origin of the allusion in Dongbaopingzhou that "one person crushes a mountain in Fenglei Garden".

Now the owner of Fenglei Garden is finally dead. In the spring of the new year, there are rumors that the secret soldiers will be reincarnated, which coincides with the agreed-upon Jiazi War. Although Fenglei Garden has been strictly guarded and hopes that this secret will not be leaked, Zhengyang Mountain does not know what to do. Where did I know that the mountains and peaks were shaking, and the crowd was excited. Some people dragged their families to the graves to burn incense and toast, there were decayed old people who were lingering and were drunk, and the young swordsmen of Zhengyang Mountain were even more determined to fight. Three hundred After years of humiliation and resentment, I finally had the opportunity to spit it out.

In fact, after the two battles, Zhengyang Mountain did indeed win, and the victory was very beautiful, and everyone earned a lot of face, so that in the final battle, the youngest generation decided the outcome, and the fight was not the same. Fighting has become superfluous.

The maid Qiushi was a little worried, feeling that the last game was probably impossible. The sect called Fengleiyuan had already lost two games. At least the ancestor of Fengleiyuan was just short of breath in the second game, and at least saved some face. If they lose the third game, it will be three games in a row, and it is said that the reputation of Feng Lei Garden will be completely ruined.

If Fengleiyuan stops now, it can still get the consolation of being willing to admit defeat.

Chen Ping'an thought of the swordsman Liu Baqiao who went into the mountains to look for Kaishu together, and suddenly said: "In the third game, Fengleiyuan will definitely fight."

Liu Baqiao was neither a friend nor an enemy to Chen Pingan. Among those foreign gods, he left a deep impression on Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping'an simply felt that the sect that could teach Liu Baqiao would not back down like this.

as expected.

After some secret negotiations between Fengxue Temple, Zhengyang Mountain, and Fengxue Temple, the short stature of Fengxue Temple, who looked like a child, walked to the center of the Immortal Platform with a man and a woman, and announced the third battle. About to start.

The one on the battlefield in Zhengyang Mountain is Su Jia. The woman is wearing a long sword and a sword gourd on her waist. She has a heroic appearance that can be described as overwhelming.

Fengleiyuan went out to fight, and was a closed disciple of the master of the garden. His name was Huang He. He was carrying a huge sword box on his back. It was not known whether it contained a large sword or owned multiple long swords.

While almost everyone was paying attention to the two young sword cultivators, Chen Ping'an was quietly circulating the Qi in his body, looking intently, looking for a certain figure in the attic. Although the scroll was only that big, the reason for this matter It is popular all over the world because the eyesight of Qi practitioners and pure martial artists is far beyond ordinary people. The world sees mustard seeds as mustard seeds, but Taoist ancestors seem to see a whole world. Common people see a flower and a leaf as a flower leaf, but Buddha can See a small world.

Chen Ping'an's eyes suddenly darkened, he grabbed a few pieces of tongue tea, put them into his mouth, and chewed them gently.

In the corridor on the top floor of a tall building, a burly old man in white clothes, with his arms folded across his chest, was overlooking the Shenxiantai Square. A delicate-looking girl was riding on the old man's head.

The old man is located in the center to the right. On this floor behind the railing, there are all the ancestors of Zhengyang Mountain. They are both male and female. Each one has extraordinary weapons and sword energy, like a river flowing into the sea, and the energy flowing into a bullfight.

Chen Ping'an stared at the old man in white. After a moment, he changed his gaze. Another tall building was the viewing point left by the Fairy Terrace to Fenglei Garden. From top to bottom, the number of sword cultivators standing there was very few. Compared with the five in Zhengyang Mountain, Jing Jianxiu was dispatched in full force. There were only a handful of people accompanying Fengleiyuan on this trip, and most of them were young-looking juniors. For example, Liu Baqiao, who was sitting on the railing as a fool, had an inelegant posture. However, after losing both battles, Liu Baqiao Baqiao looked solemn.

The poor Taoist priest looked attentively and murmured: "It has begun."

Qiushi smiled and said: "In the previous two sword fights, we were all aiming to kill our opponents. This fight does not need to determine the outcome, and it has nothing to do with the overall situation. I estimate that the fight will be fought back and forth, and it will not be like this again." It was so bloody before.”

Chen Pingan will not comment.

His thoughts were mainly on the Zhengyang Mountain Moving Ape.

Chen Ping'an silently memorized the faces in the attic where Zhengyang Mountain was located. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you make the right target. Compared with the insinuations and hearsay in the future, the picture I see now is the most intuitive and real. In the future, these people may be potential opponents who block my mountain climbing reasoning. Of course, that day is still far away. At the moment, Chen Ping You are only a martial artist in the third realm. After all, no matter how strong the third realm is, it is only the third realm.

The old man in a Confucian shirt with a mink hat on his head said, "This little girl named Su Jia is a little confused."

Hit the nail on the head.

The young sword cultivator on the far right habitually patted the scabbard lightly, "She lost. It's a pity that the sword gourd is so unkind to others. I'm afraid even Ju Luzhou won't be able to find a third one."

A prophecy.

After three moves, Su Jia took out his sword and the flying sword in his sword gourd. He was still beaten to the ground by the opponent's young swordsman named Huang He. It turned out that there was a large box behind the man containing The small sword was almost like carrying a hornet's nest on his back. It was not a flying sword, but he was good at controlling flying swords while distracted. He was so beaten that Su Jia had no way to fight back. Once, the flying sword pierced the arm of the hand holding the sword, and once it was cut off. The red rope of the sword gourd hung around her waist. The Fairy of Zhengyang Mountain, who was nailed into her left and right wrists by two flying swords for the last time and fell into a pool of blood, had fainted.

In fact, there are not many fairies in Aquarius Continent that really impress the public. He Xiaoliang, the beautiful girl of the Shengao Sect, is the well-deserved number one. After that, Su Jia and three or four others are known as the fairies in Aquarius Continent. They are the countless young qi practitioners. The goddess in the hearts of scholars has been admired for a long time. Some people even joked that after Su Jia became famous, the number of disciples accepted by Zhengyang Mountain every ten years increased by 30% compared to before.

Sword cultivator Huang He stood next to Su Jia, raised one foot, stepped on the excellent sword gourd, and gently twisted the sole of his foot.

The young swordsman from Fengleiyuan raised the corner of his mouth, looked around, and finally turned to look at the tall building where the founders of Zhengyang Mountain stood side by side.

From the center of his eyebrows, a flying sword as dark as ink flew out, buzzing. When the flying sword trembled, the sea of ​​clouds and mountain winds around the entire Immortal Platform changed from light clouds to extremely noisy. chaos.

After the public demonstration and provocation, the young man took back his natal flying sword and went to the tall building and said loudly: "Sixty years from now, I, Huang Hehui, will climb to the top of Zhengyang Mountain to test the sword, and then pick off a head and put it in Fenglei Garden."

On the top floor was a white-haired Patriarch of Zhengyang Mountain, with a flamboyant beard and an angry look. He couldn't help but go down and beat this arrogant little bastard to death.

On the top floor of the high-rise building where Fengleiyuan Sword Cultivator was located, the door suddenly opened, and a handsome swordsman in black walked out. He looked at the Zhengyang Mountain Patriarch with a smile and said, "Zhou He, it's very bad to rely on one's old age and act like one. Otherwise, I'll come with you." Are you having fun?"

After the sword cultivator walked out of the door, not only the white-haired Patriarch, but also everyone in the tall building in Zhengyang Mountain was shocked. Apart from the shock, there was also a hint of despair that they did not want to admit.

This person is none other than Li Tuanjing, the owner of Fenglei Garden. He is extremely talented and beautiful. He reached the tenth level at the age of forty. However, he never broke through for hundreds of years. It is unbelievable that even if he did not reach the upper five Realm, Li Tuanjing is recognized as the strongest ten-realm sword cultivator in Dongbaopingzhou, no one!

Before the Wei and Jin Dynasties broke through and entered the eleventh realm of land swordsmen, they also believed that they could not match this person.

Wasn't it agreed that Li Tuanjing would be killed in the army?

Li Tuanjing no longer paid attention to the surprised ancestors of Zhengyang Mountain. He raised his head and looked at all the people watching the battle behind the scenes with a smile. As the breeze lingered, with a flick of his wrist, Li Tuanjing smiled and said one word: "Cut."

After the wisp of breeze left the black-clothed sword cultivator, it instantly turned into a majestic and huge sword energy, spinning in a circle over the Immortal Platform, instantly cutting off the connection between the Immortal Platform of Fengxue Temple and the outside world.

The people in the scroll were stunned.

Outside the scroll, they looked at each other.

In the scroll, on the Immortal Terrace and on the high building, Li Tuanjing neither made trouble for anyone nor said harsh words. He just stood there in a daze, looking at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance that had resumed its relaxed posture.

This made Fengxue Temple feel relieved.

As the strongest ten-level sword cultivator, Li Tuanjing's killing power is obvious to all.

When a Qi practitioner is hailed as the "best", especially within a continent, he must be a very terrifying existence.

For example, the youngest pure martial artist of the Nine Realms, Song Changjing, King of the Great Li Domain, had already demonstrated the strength of the legendary Ten Realm martial arts during the siege of the capital.

Breaking Li Tuanjing's record and becoming the youngest swordsman in the tenth realm, Wei Jin is now an immortal in the upper five realms, standing high above the rest.

The Yellow River of Fengxue Temple, carrying the sword box on its back, slowly returned to the tall building.

On the other side of Zhengyang Mountain, people began to rush to rescue Su Jia.

Li Tuanjing put his hands behind his back and smiled.

Even if I only have my last breath left, I will still strangle your Zhengyang Mountain neck. Even if your bones will be taken away from Fenglei Garden by my disciples and grandchildren, I will still not be happy at all.

Take a look.

Three hundred years ago, if you betrayed my sincerity, I would teach you that the entire Zhengyang Mountain would not be able to hold your head up for three hundred years.

You made those juniors from the mountain sect who were lucky enough to become Sword Immortals to have no shame in holding a celebration. They could only hide in the sea of ​​clouds on the top of the mountain and sigh.

Even if I am going to die now, so what?

Are you satisfied now?

Li Tuanjing recovered his thoughts, turned around and walked towards the stairs going downstairs, patting the railings lightly with his palms.

Li Tuanjing walked to the next floor and came to a young man.

Liu Baqiao, who finally waited until the war ended, had trembling lips.

Li Tuanjing smiled and said: "Baqiao, seeing the woman you love being humiliated, watching her sword heart collapse, because the enemy camp was unable to save her, and feeling the same pain, can't help it, isn't it hard?"

Liu Baqiao suddenly came to his senses and was about to jump off the railing, but Li Tuanjing reached out to stop him, "Just sit down."

Liu Baqiao said guiltily: "The owner of the garden..."

Li Tuanjing smiled and said: "It's okay, it's okay. I just fell in love with a woman who I shouldn't like. It's nothing. The sky will not fall. There is no need to feel guilty about it."

Liu Baqiao didn't know how to answer. He didn't want to say deceptive words against his will, but he also felt ashamed of his sect and the owner of the garden.

Li Tuanjing asked: "Su Jia has been in ruins since then. It is estimated that the sword gourd will be taken away by Zhengyang Mountain. Once the sword heart is destroyed, the spirit of this fairy who originally made you kids feel ashamed will collapse." She will no longer be a fairy in the future, maybe not even as good as the registered female cultivator of Zhengyang Mountain. Baqiao, I just want to know, will you still like her?"

Liu Baqiao sobbed: "I've loved it all my life. Garden owner, am I hopeless?"

Li Tuanjing sighed: "Silly boy, that's great."

"Then just keep liking it like this. But don't delay your sword practice. You must know that you have always been a person I like very much, no worse than Huang He. I didn't tell you this before because it was useless. The reason why I can tell you now Yes, it’s because there is no chance in the future.”

Liu Baqiao turned his head and said, "The owner of the garden?"

Li Tuanjing suddenly asked: "Practice your sword well, and try to bury my bones with that one in the future. Baqiao, if the wind and water turn around, Zhengyang Mountain will be in full swing at that time, crushing our Fenglei Garden." How should you act like a person with your tail on your back?"

Liu Baqiao no longer had the shame or courage to sit on the railing, stood in the corridor, and said solemnly: "Sword cultivators, of course, use swords to reason."

Li Tuanjing joked: "Hey, it looks like me when I was young."

Then Li Tuanjing looked into the distance and said with a smile: "Remember, this method won't work between men and women. From now on, don't think that you are good at swordsmanship and just do it like this. When talking to the woman you love, you still have to..."

"Be gentle, you still need to say some love words."

Li Tuanjing turned his head and looked at the retreat disciple Huang He who was walking slowly from the stairs.

Looking at the two young men, the strongest ten-level qi practitioner in Aquarius Continent smiled casually and said: "After my death, Fenglei Garden will be left to you two to shoulder the responsibility."

Huang He looked indifferent, "Master, I am enough."

Liu Baqiao said with a playful smile: "It's a good relationship. Those who are capable work hard, so I don't have to shoulder the burden."

Li Tuanjing laughed heartily and pointed at the Yellow River, "The sword cultivator's killing power is endless, his fame is all over the world, and it belongs to you."

Then he turned his finger to Liu Baqiao, "The swordsmanship is so chic and unrestrained, and the wine and beauty belong to you."

Li Tuanjing finally said leisurely: "In short, they all belong to our Fenglei Garden."

On the Kun ship heading to Nanjian Kingdom, the burly man next to the woman sarcastically said: "Except for the black-clothed swordsman who appeared at the end, he is quite capable, the other three battles were average. If we put them all together, Luzhou, how can you have the nerve to put on such a big show?"

The woman nodded and smiled: "That sword gourd is really good. I wonder if I have a chance to buy it."

The old grandma who stood with her hands in awe smiled and said, "Madam, all you have to do is tell me your house number, and it won't be difficult to win the sword-raising gourd."

In the seat on the far left, the old man in a Confucian shirt wearing a mink hat really couldn't stand the noise from the next door and the endless instructions. Ever since the first battle, those guys nearby have been nitpicking, saying something doesn't work here and that doesn't work. Annoyed to death, the old man tilted his head and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, "The swordsmanship of the three of them is not comparable to that of our Ju Luzhou swordsmen, but the three battles were fought with high spirits and hearty content. What else do you want?"

The tall man said sternly: "Is this old guy looking for death?"

The old man sneered and said: "So what if you are looking for death? Why don't we make a life-and-death arrangement and let others watch the excitement of Fenglei Garden and Zhengyang Mountain? If you lose, I will admit defeat. If you win, I will fuck your concubine for the third time." How about three days and three nights?"

Never nag, just do what you say.

The polite and cowardly man next to the woman became the troubled peacemaker, "If you have something to say, say it well, say it well... We are all from Juluzhou when we are away from home, so why should we hurt our harmony..."

The tall and thin woman with a shriveled figure, instead of getting angry, turned her head to look with interest and said with a smile: "It's a pity that you are a bit old. I guess your waist is too old to withstand my mother's tossing. Fighting under the bed. Fighting in bed is very different. Right, old bacon?"

"I bother!"

The old man spat again, "Don't say it's you bamboo pole bitch, I'll do it with you, that pretty boy!"

Chen Pingan was stunned when he heard this.

Why does it feel like I'm back in Mud Bottle Lane and Xinghua Lane?

Of course I couldn't understand the words, but Chen Ping'an was not unfamiliar with those gestures.

The young swordsman on the far right turned his head and said impatiently: "If you want to fight, then fight quickly. Stop gossiping and don't dirty our ears!"

Well, here comes another bad-tempered one. Instead of breaking up the fight, he adds fuel to the fire.

Chen Ping'an had a headache. Could it really be a fight?

The female swordsman with her hair tied up in a bun with a small sword was indifferent to this. She just looked up at the scroll, seeming to reminisce about the spirit and spirit contained in the three deadly battles.

Fortunately, the captain who had dealt with Wei Bo before walked over with a smile and glanced at everyone. Starting from the old man in a scholar's shirt, every time he saw someone, he clasped his fists and called out a title: "Mr. Jian Weng, Qing Weng." Madam Gu, Mr. Hulu, can you give me some face and forget it for today?"

It doesn't matter whether the three parties want to sell the ship owner's face, or even sell some thin noodles to Dajioshan, but when the ship owner gives three simple names, things become simple.

The old man in Confucian shirt nicknamed Sword Urn is an extremely famous eccentric sword cultivator in the south of Julu Continent. His level is not too high, he is in the Golden Core realm and he has no family or sect. However, he is good at raising swords in ancient urns and often helps him for free. He cultivates the sword in the middle five realms and cultivates the flying sword, so he makes friends all over the world.

Mrs. Qinggu is not a sword cultivator, but she has a godfather who is a tenth realm sword cultivator. She is extremely protective of her children and possesses an extremely unreasonable magic weapon. In addition, the woman herself is also a seventh realm martial arts master, proficient in near and near. Fighting in person, the reputation is illustrious.

As for the young swordsman whose surname is Hu Lv, he is even more famous in Ju Luzhou, and he has no other branches.

There is an ancestor of the Jade Pu Realm in the family who is a land swordsman. He is one of the swordsmen who led the team to Daoxuan Mountain before. He has an upright personality and is a close friend with Yizhou Taoist Master Xie Shi. The current head of the Hulu family is the governor of the largest dynasty in the eastern part of Juluzhou. Due to his innate unsuitability for cultivation, he is a weak scholar with no strength to tie a chicken. However, he ends up with 300,000 soldiers and nearly a thousand sword cultivators under his command. , has the reputation of "a thousand swords and handsome men".

It's not that Dajiao Mountain is afraid of the three parties. It's not that it's strong enough to compete with the Hulu family, but it's that the sky is high and far away, and it's beyond reach. As for Mrs. Qinggu, who likes to feed her face, and Mr. Jianweng, who is a casual cultivator, they are certainly not afraid of Dajiu Mountain. But the visitors are guests, and there is no reason to make enemies in business.

The old man groaned, leaned forward, leaned out, turned to look at the young swordsman, and asked loudly: "Young man named Hu Lu, who are you, Hu Lu Yinzi?"

The young sword cultivator said angrily: "This is my brother-in-law. He has been in seclusion for many years. Do you know him?"

The old man slapped his leg and said, "Haha, when Hu Lu Yinzi was young, he was so boring that he went to a brothel for the first time and I took him there! After that, he followed me every day for three days. Later, I only heard that there are people in the world who are prostitutes like your brother-in-law. I have lived to a long time and I have only met one person in my life!"

The young swordsman's face turned red, and he quickly and carefully glanced at the female swordsman next to him. After seeing nothing strange, he relaxed slightly and said righteously to the bad old man: "My brother-in-law is not this kind of person!"

The old man in a scholar's shirt rolled his eyes, "I and your brother-in-law have a real friendship that helps each other push each other's butts. You know nothing!"

The young swordsman was struck by lightning.

The female swordsman finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

The old man laughed and said, "Wow, you are such a fierce little woman. Come on, your boy will suffer a lot."

The young swordsman knew that he was going to suffer, but he just didn't have time to warn him.

The female swordsman's face was as cold as ice, "If you speak rudely and uncontrollably, I will smash your dog teeth!"

Used to tie up black hair, the already extremely small "hairpin" flying sword has no edge and is exquisite and slender.

But as soon as it left the black hair on the master's head, the tail of the sword bloomed with a bright white light, and the trajectory of the flying sword stretched out an extremely long dazzling white line in the air.

Flying swords in the world are already famous for their swiftness and difficulty in defense, but this woman's small sword is even faster than expected.

too fast!

Eye-opener.

Chen Ping'an's mind moved slightly.

"Oh my god, it hurts me so much!"

The old man in Confucian shirt covered his mouth, blood was flowing, and his words were slurred.

It turned out that the flying sword pierced the mouth and directly broke one of the old man's front teeth.

Instead of being angry, the old man laughed, feeling extremely happy. He clapped his legs with both hands, sprayed a mouthful of blood and spit, and shouted vigorously: "What a 'electric switch'. It is indeed one of the fastest flying swords in Juluzhou. It is well-deserved. It’s well-deserved!”

Even Mrs. Qinggu was a little frightened.

Another ancestor who is a descendant of an immortal swordsman.

And compared to the powerful Hulu family, the previous owner of the "electric switch" was single-handedly powerful and extremely powerful.

He once walked alone in the Divine Continent of Middle Earth with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. His sword was named "Hu Si" and his flying sword was "Electric Switch".

Although Chen Pingan didn't know the secrets at the top of Juluzhou Mountain, and they all spoke in Juluzhou Yayan, which Chen Pingan couldn't understand at all, there was no doubt that this was a stormy fight between gods.

So he sat there obediently, ready to run away at any time if something went wrong.

Fortunately, after this period of chatting and Chun Shui Qiushi's explanation, it became clear that it would not be too strange to encounter any gods on this Kun ship that spans three continents.

As for the Aquarius Continent under the Kun boat, there are actually not so many shocking things in the marketplace. This is not only true for the small Dong Aoping Continent, but also for the Julu Continent, which has a vast territory, rich resources, and countless swordsmen.

After sheathing the flying sword, the female sword cultivator smiled apologetically at the captain of Dajiu Mountain, who was relieved.

In fact, with her help to make the final decision, things will not be complicated and will only end early.

As expected, the three parties became quiet, and the tense atmosphere that had been tense before was gone.

At this moment, when Chen Ping'an was in a small town or in Luoluo Mountain, he didn't actually feel that the world was dangerous, and he was far from the desperate and numb state of mind of the boy in Tsing Yi.

But after watching the battle between swordsmen in the flower and bird banners, and watching the gods fighting close at hand, Chen Pingan told himself in his heart: Chen Pingan, don't just drink alcohol, practice boxing more diligently, practice swordplay early. .

Chen Ping'an subconsciously turned his head to look at the sky outside the Kun ship. He was fascinated by flying with his sword, passing through clouds and rain, and keeping company with birds.