Zhang Ling and others' eyes moved. More than a hundred years ago, the Wang Taishang fought with the person in front of him?

And obeying the meaning of the words, it seems that both of them were seriously injured in that battle, which led to a delay in overcoming the tribulation?

"Lu Ping, what's there to say about what happened a hundred years ago? I saw that you were hurt even more than me in that battle. I'm afraid there is no possibility of escaping the tribulation in this life, right?"

Wang Zhenlong smiled and said, "Today, the juniors are here to ask about the sword. Don't get involved with us old guys. Call out the juniors you are fighting and have a few tricks with me, the disciple."

Lu Ping's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were a little too long, and he said lightly: "When you cut off your sword-questioning path today, I am happy, maybe I will go to that heavenly disaster."

"You Lingkong Sword Sect dare not even stand up in the sword leader, and you have the nerve to say that we will cut off the road to asking for swords. And you, the old bone, if you really want to overcome the tribulation, you will not be afraid of being crushed and ashes, a joke."

Wang Zhenlong sneered.

The disciples on both sides and the monks nearby had already understood that when these two were young, they were afraid of having deep hatred.

"It's a mule or a horse, just pull it out and look at it."

Lu Ping looked calm and waved his hand slightly, and saw a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator slowly walking out.

"Our Lingkong Sword Sect only sends him to fight. If you win, the road to asking for swords will naturally continue. If you lose, go back to Zhongzhou. Remember, don't set foot in the Emperor's Heaven again, otherwise you will only come and go next time."

Lu Ping smiled lightly.

Everyone looked at the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator with a strange expression. This person could not tell anything outstanding. It seemed that he was not the top Nascent Soul in Lingkong Sword Sect. Why did Lingkong Sword Sect send him to fight?

"What's the point of Lingkong Sword Sect?"

He Zuyan's eyes were locked in Fang Chen at the first time. He seemed calm on the surface, but he felt a little nervous.

He had swallowed the pill, and there was no strange phenomenon from beginning to end. He was not sure if the young master Zuo Xu was playing with someone.

Now that things have come to this point, no matter what the outcome is next, he has no way out and can only bite the bullet and go to the spotlight.

Perhaps he can also try to follow Qin Hucheng's path, and understand the sword intent towards death, and may not be without a trace of victory!

Fang Chen nodded gently and walked out of the crowd. The next moment, he suddenly noticed something. He immediately opened the Wushixian Eyes and saw a continuous stream of incense power in the void, slowly injecting into He Zuyan's body.

The power of incense!?

Is there a master of incense behind the other party? What is the difference between this and cheating?

Fang Chen frowned slightly.

He Zuyan seemed to have noticed strange things in his body, and only felt that his spiritual power was increasing rapidly, and he had the illusion of breaking the realm.

A hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and he immediately raised his sword and pointed at Fang Chen: "Fang Jian's head, please give me advice!"

The strength became stronger and stronger, and He Zuyan became more and more excited. In just a short period of time, he felt that his strength had increased by more than ten times!

There was even an illusion that the body no longer belonged to him!

He is worthy of being the son of the ancestor of the sect. He can do such a magical pill with just one move. He seems to be able to imagine the scene of his victory over Fang Chen and the Duanxu Immortal Sword Sect asking for swords.

Today's battle will surely become a classic and will also make Lingkong Sword Sect famous in the places of Emperor Tian, ​​Beidou, and Zhongzhou!

"Hey, his breath... is getting stronger and stronger..."

"The Lingkong Sword Sect is indeed prepared and will not let the nameless person face the challenge! This person may be ranked among the top players among the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator!"

He Zuyan's change was not only felt by him, but also by the monks nearby, and their eyes were full of brilliance.

The female sword cultivator's expression moved slightly. Seeing He Zuyan's breath rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The young master Zuo Xu was indeed well-known, and she finally believed that Lingkong Sword Sect had the opportunity to cut off the Xuxian Sword Sect's path to asking for swords.

The Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator beside her was a little regretful. If they had known this, they would have fought for the qualification to face the battle.

The elders of the Lingkong Sword Sect looked at each other, and their eyes fell on He Zuyan, with a little less solemnity and a little more smile.

Lu Ping smiled and said, "How is my junior's cultivation? Although he is a Nascent Soul, there are probably very few people who can compete with him among the Nascent Soul."

Wang Zhenlong narrowed his eyes slightly, and said nothing, but just said lightly at Fang Chen:

"Be careful."

Those present today, except Fang Chen, even Wang Zhenlong could not see the power of incense.

He could not tell what had happened to He Zuyan, and he could only give a reminder.

"Get out the sword."

He Zuyan laughed excitedly, his voice changed a little, completely different from before.

Fang Chen drew his sword, and this sword was directly the fourth sword of the Supreme Sword Sutra of the Eight Desolate Immortals.

Before this, he had never used the second sword.

The sword in the Sword Sutra goes back, the more ordinary it becomes, and it has a subtle relationship with the immortal spirit that Fang Chen has comprehended.

So when this sword came out, everyone seemed to have an illusion, just like an ordinary man who was swinging his sword to kill immortals.

“Is that just that?”

He Zuyan laughed wildly and slashed out with the same sword.

His sword instantly condensed a terrifying sword force. Although it had no sword intent, it gave people a sense of disasters that were caused by heaven to destroy everything.

Fang Chen in front of him seemed increasingly small.

puff--

A blood arrow splashed on the ground.

Fang Chen stood with the sword, without any wavering.

On the other hand, He Zuyan, who was laughing wildly, retreated continuously and looked at his chest with difficulty.

A sword wound appeared on his chest.

"Just...so?"

Fang Chen frowned.

Everyone was a little surprised, and even Lu Ping and Wang Zhenlong frowned.

Such an ordinary sword destroyed the sword force condensed by He Zuyan in an instant, and even left a sword wound on him?

Everyone who thought this battle would be very exciting gradually showed a complex look on their faces.

"Is this guy really invincible?"

"As both Nascent Soul, his attacking power... Why is it so much stronger than ours?"

Whispers rang around.

The monks who watched the battle through the Xuantian Mirror were speechless at this moment, and their eyebrows were twisted into the character "Chuan".

In the distance, Zuo Xu stood with his hands behind his back. He was not surprised to see this scene, but the smile on his face became even more serious.

"Just...so?"

He Zuyan suddenly laughed, lowered his head and slowly raised it, looking at Fang Chen, with a bright stream of light flashing in his eyes.

His voice became unique, with a hint of magnetism in its thickness.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but everyone suddenly realized that He Zuyan was like a majestic lion at this moment.

But in Fang Chen's eyes, he saw a lion-headed figure falling from the sky, blending into He Zuyan.

As expected, this phantom is the master of incense.

"What's wrong!"

Everyone was excited.
Chapter completed!