The azure blue thunder symbol is floating above Madman Chu’s head,
Immediately afterwards, a ferocious Thunder Dragon came out from it, and the vast might of the sky filled the mountain sword guard.
"This, what is this?! Heavenly Tribulation??"
Shan Jianwei was terrified.
He wanted to escape, but the Thunder Dragon had crashed down.
The violent thunder power eroded every corner of Shan Jianwei's body almost instantly.
Under the paralysis of Thunder, he couldn't even make a scream.
After two or three breaths, the thunder light dissipated, leaving only one coke on the scene.
Madman Chu raised his hand and took the Universe Ring in his opponent's hand. After searching, he found a communication compass inside.
Before he could say anything, the communication compass moved on its own.
He poured his spiritual power into it and connected the transmission compass.
"Shan Jianwei, how are things going?"
The voice of a middle-aged man came from the compass.
"Able to contact Shan Jianwei, and from this tone, you should be a high-level sword clan, right?"
Madman Chu smiled faintly while holding the compass.
The voice opposite the compass was silent for a while.
Then, the person heard another voice, "Are you... Madman Chu?"
Although it was a question, the tone of that person was very determined.
"Yes, it's me."
"I'm the patriarch of the sword clan." There was another explosive news from the transmission compass.
Madman Chu heard this, showing a playful look, "Oh, this is a coincidence. If you are really the head of the sword clan, then I just have something to tell you."
"What, do you want to ask for mercy?" The sword clan chief said lightly.
In his opinion, in the face of such a huge force of the Sword Clan, no one would feel unafraid.
What's more, Madman Chu is just an outside arrogant, that Xuan Tianzong is even more unknown, and it can be said that he is completely helpless within the Emperor Road.
"No, I just want to tell you that if you want to kill me in the future, please send some decent ones. Don't show them ashamed. If you want to come and kill me yourself, you can just ask yourself. Write your suicide note first, and prepare the coffin. I don't care about it."
After Madman Chu finished speaking, the other side was silent for a while.
"You are declaring war on the sword clan!"
It can be heard that the tone of the sword clan chieftain is already a bit sullen.
For the first time in so many years, someone dared to speak this way to the sword clan chief.
"Declare war? Idiot, the war has already begun!"
Madman Chu finished speaking, and the sword energy in his hand rolled, and the transmission compass was blown to pieces on the spot.
Some communication compasses have positioning functions.
Taking it by your side is undoubtedly exposing your whereabouts anytime and anywhere.
"Let's go."
Madman Chu said to Shang Qingxue that when the two passed by the tea shop, they left dozens of spiritual sources.
"Little Er, treat it as a compensation for your tea shop."
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir."
Xiao Er burst into tears with gratitude, packed up his things, and ran away quickly.
And thousands of miles away, there was a gaze that had been locked on the place where Madman Chu and Shan Jianwei were fighting.
It was an old man wrapped in a black robe.
"This person's strength is really not to be underestimated. I didn't expect Shan Jianwei to die without even pushing out his imperial soldiers."
"It seems that if you want to deal with this guy, you can't go head-on. I still need to make some preparations."
This old man was exactly the Sword Guardian, one of the three sword guards who came to kill the Madman Chu.
After seeing Madman Chu's combat power, he knew that it was impossible to defeat Madman Chu simply by strength.
However, this does not mean that he has no choice.
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On the other side, within the sword clan.
The head of the sword clan turned blue with anger after receiving the message from Madman Chu.
"Go to war! Well, no one has dared to fight my sword clan head-on for a long time! I want to see how you can fight my sword clan!"
There was cold light in the eyes of the sword clan chief.
His sword family has a great career, and the depth of his heritage is by no means comparable to the ancient traditions.
They have been handed down from generation to generation since ancient times, and they have accumulated a sword clan who don't know how many hole cards are! !
An outside arrogant, can it still turn the sky in front of them? !
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Seven Strings City.
This place is a big city in Dilu, there are a lot of monks coming and going in the city, it is very lively.
Especially in these recent days, monks have been in an endless stream.
The biggest feature of this Seven Strings City is that the most outstanding Qindao monks on Emperor Road gathered here.
Qixian refers to the seven strings on the guqin.
The name Qixian also represents how much the Qindao monks occupy in this city.
And today.
A man and a woman welcomed outside Qixian City.
The faces of these two people were covered with a touch of aura, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.
Only the temperament is very good, especially the young man who walks in the front, the temperament is extraordinary, as if he will become immortal at any time.
These two people were the Chu Madman, Shang Qingxue, who had heard about the recent events in Qixian City, so he came to see him.
On the streets of Qixian City, there are many monks coming and going.
Among them, there are many masters.
In addition, a large part of the monks held various musical instruments in their hands.
From time to time in the restaurants on both sides of the street, there are still beautiful music, which is pleasant.
Compared with other cities where monks gather, this Seven Strings City has a bit more elegant aura, and there are many monks who come and go with a certain free and easy temperament.
"Master, this Qixian City seems to be very good." Shang Qingxue couldn't help being surprised when he saw such a monk city for the first time.
"It does mean something."
Next, the two found an inn and stayed temporarily, looking for information about the place by the way.
Soon, Madman Chu understood the basic pattern of Qixian City.
There are indeed many spiritual powers in Qixian City. To the madman of Chu, they are not worth mentioning. The only thing worth noting is the Qixian Qinhui.
The Lyre Club is an organization united by the music and Dao forces in Qixian City. There are three presidents, each of whom represents an ancient Taoist tradition who is good at music. They are Jijia, Huanyinzong, and Xiyinmen. .
These three forces ~EbookFREE.me~ all originated from ancient times and are very powerful.
And the imperial soldier that was born in the recent rumors is also kept by these three forces in turn, and is going to wait until the Wanqin Banquet begins before taking it out.
At that time, all Le Dao monks will have their own skills and see who can make them recognize the master.
"When the imperial soldier was born, dark clouds covered the sun, and thunder continued for three days. It seemed that this imperial soldier seemed to be pretty good. I was carrying the gods and demons. The guqin used before was damaged, and now I just lack one. Qin, maybe, can compete."
Madman Chu whispered.
However, it is not just a matter of thinking about competing for the emperor soldiers. Whether you can successfully acquire the emperor soldiers, you have to see whether the emperor soldiers accept it.
So, the head of Chu, who had been slack on the piano for some time, planned to review it.
By the way, let's find out how many Qindao monks in Qixian City are capable of competing with them for the Guqin of the Emperor.
