The middle-aged man chuckled: "Yes, if I want to stop the Xuxian Sword Sect from asking for the sword, it will be useless even if all the ancestors of the Zhongzhou sect come forward, but why should I stop it?"

Lu Chunyu was a little confused. The Xuxian Sword Sect competed so hard with the Kunlun Sword Sect, and even defeated the Kunlun Sword Sect. It was not until the current situation that he broke through the bottleneck of the Immortal King to become the rank of the ancestor of the sect.

Why does this person have such an attitude now?

"There is a burial sword ladder in the place of Prisoner Wind. Two big men made a bet on this burial sword ladder."

The middle-aged man said lightly: "This bet involves the three places of Di Tian, ​​Zhongzhou and Beidou. If you lose, the three places will change hands. You should be able to imagine what the monks in the three places will end up."

"What!?"

A hint of horror flashed in Lu Chunyu's eyes. He knew that the Land of Prisoner Wind was a very far away from Emperor Tian, ​​with rich resources and many masters.

But what kind of bet will involve the three major realms of Di Tian, ​​Zhongzhou and Beidou!?

"They are here."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and in his eyes, he had already seen Wang Zhenlong, Zhang Ling and others. His eyes fell on Fang Chen. In an instant, Fang Chen seemed to have some sense, but he endured it and didn't look up.

Lu Chunyu wanted to continue asking questions, but as soon as she was about to speak, the middle-aged man in front of her had disappeared.

...

"That feeling just now..."

Fang Chen felt thoughtful and touched his forearm, which was covered with goosebumps.

Just now, he suddenly had a very special feeling, as if an ancient beast was staring at him in secret, and this feeling would soon disappear. If it weren't for his extraordinary spirit, it would be difficult to detect it.

"Boy, can't you be a little nervous?"

Wang Zhenlong looked at Fang Chen with a smile: "Kunlun Divine Mountain is right in front of you, don't be afraid. Now the Kunlun Sword Sect is on the same level as you, not much better than the previous Sword Sects."

"Disciple knows."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

At the same time, more than a dozen sword cultivators came through the air, and the leader was the Xuanxian sword cultivator who had met everyone on Qiankun Island.

"Whoever is your ancestor who is surnamed Wu, why don't you come out to greet him in person?"

Wang Zhenlong said with a faint smile.

Wu Fenghua's face darkened and he said coldly: "If your old sword immortal came, maybe the ancestor would consider coming out to meet him. As for you, how can you be worthy of meeting the ancestor? Don't talk nonsense. Since you are asking about the sword, follow me."

He didn't give Wang Zhenlong a chance to speak again, so he turned around and flew away.

Wang Zhenlong smiled and followed with everyone.

With Wu Fenghua leading the way, all the formations and restrictions along the way were automatically closed. Soon, everyone went up to the Kunlun Divine Mountain and appeared in front of the mountain gate of Kunlun Sword Sect.

When everyone arrived, there were already many sword cultivators from the Kunlun Sword Sect standing here.

There are everything from cultivation to refining qi to passing tribulation. Wang Zhenlong looked at it and looked a little strange. I am afraid that nearly 90% of the cultivators of Kunlun Sword Sect have all appeared?

Wu Fenghua said nothing nonsense and glanced at Fang Chen: "I heard that you have been promoted and left the body. Then my Kunlun Sword Sect will also arrange a sword cultivator with the same cultivation as you, and there are a total of nine people.

If you can win completely, you will be able to find the way to ask for swords this time. From now on, Di Tian and Beidou will not make things difficult for you Xuxian Sword Sect again."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves gently, and a total of nine out-of-body cultivators walked out slowly.

Each person is becoming more perfect in his current state, and seems to be able to break through the middle stage of out-of-body stage at any time.

Originally, the sword cultivator of Kunlun Sword Sect is now very famous in the three places and is very popular. Anyone is a genius among geniuses.

But now these nine people are inferior in front of Fang Chen in every aspect.

They seemed to have aspirations to die in their eyes, but Fang Chen looked calm and had no emotional fluctuations.

Just this point, the sword cultivators of Kunlun Sword Sect already felt that today's battle would be a stepping stone for the Xuxian Sword Sect and fulfill their reputation.

At that time, two figures were looking here from afar.

"Li Changsheng, what are you talking about? He is qualified to go to the Sword Burial Ladder?"

"good."

"Is there no disciple under your sect who is more talented than him?"

"No."

"In this sword question, I see that these nine of your disciples can't survive even if they leave their bodies. You are raising a Gu."

"It's not about raising a Gu, but about raising a sword. Brother Chen doesn't want this bet to lose. In addition to the bet between Di Tian, ​​Zhongzhou, Beidou, and the two, it also involves several realms. If you lose, that person's loss will be heavy."

"You're dissatisfied with whom you listed here as a bet?"

"Of course I don't dare. Just look at Kunlun Sword Sect, I can't find a younger generation who is more talented than this one. This time, Mr. Li has planned the road to asking for swords for a long time. The people have been exhausted, and we will leave it to fate."

"Remember, you must produce at least ten people, and you must wholeheartedly pick out the real genius in this way. You must not just fill in the numbers, otherwise you will lose the bet. With that person's temper, haha..."

...

"Kunlun Sword Sect, Wu Yue, come and fight!"

The nine men left their bodies and were silent for a little while. One of them slowly stepped forward, staring at Fang Chen with a hint of hatred in his eyes.

"The surname is Wu? Is it your junior?"

Wang Zhenlong looked at Wu Fenghua with a smile.

Wu Fenghua snorted coldly, without saying anything.

The next moment, the Wu Yue sword cultivator suddenly drew his sword and tried his best with one move. The terrifying sword force was enough to instantly kill ordinary cultivators of the same level.

This is the attacking power of the sword cultivator.

A sword light flashed away.

Wu Yue's sword force had just swept up and the smoke dissipated. He knelt in front of Fang Chen, and there was a sword wound on his forehead. This sword wound not only cut off Wu Yue's vitality, but also shattered his Nascent Soul.

"Why...I can't even catch a sword..."

Wu Yue's soul stood up from the corpse and looked at Fang Chen with a blank look on his face.

Although before this battle, the ancestor Wu Fenghua had reminded them that in this battle, they had less than 10% chance of winning.

But the current situation is more than less than 10%, and I’m afraid there is no chance of winning at all.

Seeing Wu Yue die, the sword cultivators of Kunlun Sword Sect pursed their lips and stared at Fang Chen with a cold look.

The remaining eight people looked at each other out of their bodies, and another one walked out with a resentful look:

"Wu Fan, Kunlun Sword Sect, come to fight."

Another surname is Wu?

Wang Zhenlong's eyes moved, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he looked at Wu Fenghua with a cold expression.

Wu Fenghua did not respond, and his expression was gloomy and said nothing.

"It's strange. Two sword cultivators from Wu were sent in succession. Are they deliberately making Wang Taishang vent their anger..."

Zhang Ling and others looked strange. At that time, Wang Zhenlong and the two disciples died one after another at the hands of the sword cultivator surnamed Wu.

Fang Chen also noticed it, but he was too lazy to pay attention to it. This place is the end of the road to asking for swords, and today it will definitely not be too dull.

In the invisible void, a huge mysterious mirror spread the scene here to all directions.

In Zhongzhou, Emperor Tian, ​​and Beidou, all the monks who could see the Xuantian Mirror stopped and watched with a solemn expression.
Chapter completed!