Chapter 342: Ling Xiao Sword Head!

People in martial arts, whoever cultivates to land gods, are all outstanding people.
Especially if there is no tongue, people are mature.
The old just changed his mind and guessed what Chen Xinglie meant.
"Two!"
Without the tongue, he used the secret technique of sound transmission, and said to the Taoist Drunken Dragon and Feng Youyou: "Do you understand what Master Chen means?"
Feng faintly nodded without saying a word.
The Taoist Drunkard was more straightforward, and the voice transmission asked: "Please also expressly please."
A voiceless voice transmission said: "When Young Master Chen attacked the Cangming Temple, the three of you, you and I were all secretly hiding in the dark and peeping. It is considered that we were disrespectful to Young Master Chen and offended him. Nowadays, there are others. Offending Master Chen, at this time, the three of you and I should take the opportunity to make up for it?"
The Taoist Drunkard asked again: "Why didn't Chen Gongzi personally punish the barbarian master Du Heiyan? The channel believes that with Chen Gongzi's martial arts strength, it is easy to punish this person."
Feng Youyou rushed to the front of Tongueless, and the sound transmission said: "Could it be that you, the smelly Taoist priest, were deaf just now? Master Chen asked Gongsun Xin'er to recite his work. The words in the book are all golden and good words. It is a masterpiece of the world. This means that today, Young Master Chen is to be a sage of literary Taoism, a gentleman who is as gentle as jade, and does not use his hands. How can he easily carry a sword to kill?"
This explanation is very reasonable.
The Taoist Drunkard nodded his head again and again, and said through the sound transmission: "Then from the poor Dao, I will go to the sword sage of the Barbarian Black Rock Division for a while!"
"Wait!" No tongue immediately stopped.
"What advice does the tongueless senior have?" Taoist Drunken Dragon was a little puzzled.
"The battle of the land immortals, gestures, powers and powers! Nowadays, the Chen Mansion is celebrating a wedding with a large number of guests, and those martial artists are nothing else? But how can the remaining civil servants, women and children resist the power of the land immortals? Whenever you and Du Heiyan are in a fierce battle, and you are a little careless, causing the pond fish to be dissatisfied, what should you do?" Tongueless looking at all directions, the complexion became deeper and deeper.
"Then let people take down the banquet and make a space free, so that the poor Dao can fight Du Heiyan heartily." The Taoist Drunkard has already stretched out his sleeves and held the hilt.
Feng Youyou shook his head and said, "It's okay."
Tongueless and Drunken Dragon Taoist turned around and looked at the Sect Master of the Heaven Patching Demon Sect.
Feng Youyou looked up at Chen Xinglie above the high-rise building, without concealing his admiration in his eyes, and said: "The mansion of Master Chen has already set up a large formation. The power of this formation is rare in the world. In my opinion, Profound, no less than the formation of a royal tomb underground, it is completely different from the formation of the world, it should be an ancient formation that only existed in ancient times!"
The tongueless eyes sank, and he experienced the formation of the mansion for a moment, and then spread the voice: "This is reasonable!"
The Taoist Drunkard asked via voice transmission: "Do you two mean, let Xiaodao just kill Du Heiyan without worrying too much?"
Feng Youyou nodded and said: "Go! Previously, the three of us hid in the dark and spied on Young Master Chen. Not only did Young Master Chen not blame us for disposing of us, he also invited us to the banquet. Now, it's time for us to repay the share. When it’s time for favors, don’t take action at this time.
"it is good!"
The Taoist Drunkard stood up, staring at the barbarian sword sage Du Heiyan with his gaze like a sword, and said: "The drunk dragon of the poor road, the sword head of the high sky, the sword in his palm is the dragon-print ancient sword of the high sword sect. I heard that Your Excellency is the Sword Saint of the Barbarian Black Rock Clan..."
Hum!
The sword screamed like a tide.
The Drunken Dragon Taoist holds an ancient sword in his palm, the sword is rising, his figure stands straight, and the person is like a sword. Even his head is full of long hair, floating slowly, and the roots are upward, shaking straight.
Du Heiyan waved his huge sword and pointed it at Taoist Drunken Dragon, arrogant, saying: "This Sword Saint never thought that Chen Xinglie would not dare to take action, and actually provoke others to fight for him. Could it be that this is the power of this Sword Master, scared Is your scalp numb? That's ridiculous!"
There was a stir in the banquet.
The guests were like frightened birds and beasts, running in all directions, scattered in all directions, some fell, some raised their skirts and ran wildly, some rolled and crawled, and the scene was chaotic.
Everyone screamed in panic, their voices violent, and even suppressed the sword sound of Taoist Drunken Dragon.
Du Heiyan laughed unscrupulously: "Hahaha...a group of courageous rats! You trashers, who dare to be arrogant and call themselves human races, but degrading my tribes in northern Xinjiang to barbarians, it is really ridiculous! My tribes in northern borders , It is the orthodox human race that stands up to the ground, and you are all Southern Barbarian Rats!"
hiss!
Du Heiyan slashed with his sword.
When the giant sword was swung down, a cluster of sword lights burst out from the top of the blade, surrounded by lightning, and lightning spurted.
The Taoist Drunkard's eyes sank.
Du Heiyan's sword seemed to be directed at the Taoist Drunken Dragon, but in fact the sword's edge was shining and shrouded most of the banquet. Once this sword is cut down, a hundred tables of banquets, nearly a thousand guests, I don't know how many people will be killed by this sword.
The action of the Sword Sage of the Barbarian Clan clearly meant that Chen Xinglie was not taken seriously. He was going to smash Chen Xinglie's banquet venue and kill Chen Xinglie's guests, leaving Chen Xinglie faceless.
"You dare!"
The Taoist Drunken Dragon flew up with a sword, and wanted to block Du Heiyan's sword in the air to prevent the sword light that entangled the thunder from falling, lest the people who went to the banquet in the mansion would die under the sword.
Roar!
The roar of tigers and lions sounded suddenly.
Du Heiyan's body has a solid sword shadow. This is his martial arts vision. It is completely different from the world's martial arts masters. It is not a bird or an ancient beast, but an object, a handle. The giant sword, seemingly simple and unpretentious, exudes a chilling murderous arrogance, like a raging smoke, it rushes straight into the sky.
In the smoke, there seemed to be endless beasts rushing and roaring.
When the tiger's roar sounded, Du Heiyan slashed out from the sword blade, and a giant tiger that was more than ten meters long leaped towards the Taoist Drunken Dragon. When the lion screamed, a giant lion slammed out, Throwing sideways to the Taoist Drunken Dragon.
Then the wolf howled suddenly.
In Du Heiyan's sword, countless packs of wolves appeared, rushing in all directions, chasing and killing those escaping guests.
This……
It is the means of land gods!
People in martial arts follow the road of martial arts and gods. Within the ten realms of martial arts, martial arts dominate, and above the ten realms of martial arts, Tao dominates. The land gods raised their hands, and all they displayed were martial arts secrets, which were completely different from the masters of the ten levels of martial arts. If they were to go one step further, to break the void and fly to the upper realm, the methods would be even more different.
In an instant.
The Chen Mansion seemed to have become a garden of ten thousand animals, full of various beasts, rampaging.
"burn!"
A quiet chant sounded from the tall buildings.
The temperature in Fuzhong skyrocketed instantly.
The flames are as red as blood, igniting from all directions, rushing straight into the sky, forming a phoenix with wings covering the sky...