Vol 3 Chapter 1079: Combat

Casting Jianfeng, as in the past, seeking the swordsman of Stuart Leihong's sword, from the hill to the end of the mountain, orderly.
Xiao Chen didn't line up. In the eyes of a group of people talking about it, he walked toward the Jianjian Mountain Villa on the peak.
"It is him, he is coming again!"
"White mourning morning, four months ago, in Tianding City, the great disciple of the sword king Liu Xiaoyun was defeated."
"The long fruit auction meeting before March, he estimated that they have earned a lot of money. I remember that a few old emperors came at the time and pushed the longevity fruit directly to the sky-high price. Many big masters did not buy it."
"However, it is strange that the knife list has stood for ten years. With his strength, there should be a chance to hit the top ten. Why didn't he see him?"
If you said that the name of Xiao Chen, there are still some distant people in the Xuan domain.
Can cast a sword on the peak of a battle, easily defeated the Ouyang Feng of the Zijian Jianpai, high-profile auction of longevity fruit, and then defeated the disciples of the sword king in Tianding City.
People in the Xuan domain, the most popular in the recent days, are not Xiao Chen.
Going all the way, listening to the voices of discussion around, Xiao Chen faceless. There was something in his heart. He wanted to see Situ Leihong soon, and he did not know how to change it after seeing it.
Suddenly, Xiao Chen felt the two pairs of extremely hateful and murderous eyes, and the murderous murder did not hide it, staring at him.
Xiao Chen turned his head and looked at the line of sight. The corner of his mouth could not be tilted slightly, showing a smile.
The owner of the line of sight, who had just come to cast Jianfeng, wanted to teach him. As a result, Xiao Chen was beaten by the face, and finally Ouyang Feng, who was rolled down by his elders.
Beside him, there is also an old man who is also wearing a robes of the Purple Swordsman. His appearance is similar to that of Ouyang Feng.
Looking at this appearance, it is not difficult to guess, most of them are father-son relationship.
The old man has the master's cultivation, the spirit is full of vigour, and the eyes are full of glory. Not at all old-fashioned, the eyebrows are like swords, and the sight is as if it is a sharp sword piercing the void.
Xiao Chen glanced at it and didn't feel any interest. It is best not to provoke him, otherwise he does not mind, take the Grand Master to test his current strength, in the end has reached the point.
After a few steps, they directly overtook the two.
"stop!"
Ouyang Feng whispered a few words next to the old man, and the old man's face became extremely looks like that, and a cold drink stopped Xiao Chen.
Too lazy to pay attention, Xiao Chen continued to walk forward.
Hey!
The old man in the purple shirt was furious, and he staggered to the front of Xiao Chen. Shen Sheng said: "I didn't hear the little friend, the old man's words? Calling you to stop."
Xiao Chen didn't take it seriously. He smiled and said: "The legs are at my feet. I don't stand still, what do you do with you?"
"The tip of the mouth is sharp, the old man asks you, before April, whether you are bullying here, provoke distraction and hurt me." The old man of purple shirt asked with imposing manner.
Sure enough, it is really the relationship between the father and the son, and this is afraid that it is impossible to go directly into the villa.
However, Xiao Chen did not have much fear. He whispered softly: "The words are correct, but have I injured your son? How can I not remember it? It seems that I just touched it. At that time, many people could prove it. Your old friend, Jin Tao, can also prove it."
When I mentioned this, the old man in the purple shirt was angry and could not stop it. It took a lot of effort to calm down.
I made a serious injury to my son. If I didn’t run it for a long time, I couldn’t recover it without a half-year effort.
Actually, I am still very embarrassed, saying that I just touched it. As for the Jin Tao, the old man of the purple shirt, the most unwilling to hear the name.
For a long-lived fruit, even for years of disregard, it is a shame to directly slap the Ouyang fan down the mountain.
"Okay, good, the old man is coming to touch you today."
After saying this, the old man in the purple shirt is not suppressing his anger. He stepped forward and took a shot toward Xiao Chen.
He is self-sustaining and feels that he has to deal with a younger generation, and in the realm of his great master, he still has to sell a sword.
Just taking advantage of the great advantages in the realm of cultivation, I took a picture of it.
One palm shot, the wind screams, to the level of the Grand Master, just a palm can break the mountain, not to mention the palm of the other party is angry.
The embarrassing palm of the hand mixed the purple shirt old man like a mountain of heavy momentum, the palm of the hand has not arrived, there will be a huge pressure hit.
Many people behind Xiao Chen couldn’t help but quit.
But he himself did not move in one step, and saw the horrible momentum of the Dizang King. The pressure of the old man in the purple shirt seems to be the same as that of the child in Xiao Chen.
Since the other side is too big, even the sword is not out, then there is no need to sword!
The gods of heaven, the gods of heaven, the power of twenty dragons!
The roaring dragon sounded, and twenty huge dragon-shaped airflows appeared behind Xiao Chen, soaring up and down, stirring the heavens and the earth to change color.
Roaring in unison, Longwei covers the sky, does not give the old man a chance to regret. Xiao Chen faced this urgency as a storm, a powerful mountain, a step, and directly greeted.
boom!
The fist-handed handover, the horrible voice, the bursts of sound, the strong purple jerseys, were directly bombarded by Xiao Chen.
The eyes were horrified, and the old man with a purple shirt opened his mouth and spit out a blood. After landing, I felt the pain in my right hand, a crack in the bones spread, and the entire right arm was temporarily abolished.
Xiao Chen held his hand and smiled. "Sorry, old gentleman, my body is crisp and shocked. It is not like the son, the skin is thick and thick."
With a chuckle, Xiao Chen went away.
The old man in the purple shirt, the tremor of the gas, but this time the big, the right hand was temporarily abandoned, simply can not hold the sword. If you are interested in finding a place, you will not be able to fight again.
The other swordsmen lined up in the mountains, their faces are extremely dignified, the old man of the purple shirt Ouyang Long, but the real master of the real price.
But such a great master, wants to bully the little, still being beaten by Xiao Chen without temper.
Seeing that the other party has gone long, even chasing is not afraid to chase, dare to speak.
"Unfortunately, this Xiao Chen does not go to participate, the contest of the knife list is really a pity."
"With such strength, you can definitely compete with Wen Ziran!"
"In these years, I have a martial art. In the momentum, I am completely pressed against the knife. The Wenziran has already pressed the younger generation of swordsmen, some of them can’t lift their heads, and there is another Xiao Chen. !"
"If Yan XIII is here, it will be better. With the strength and talent of Yan XIII, it is now possible to compete with these two people."
"Yan XIII, this person is drunk with kendo. He is not interested in what ranks Jianzongbang. He is completely invisible. Even the Yan family does not know where he is."
The swordsmen present at the scene gave the old man of the purple shirt some face. He was shot by Xiao Chen, and not many people fell to him.
Ouyang Feng walked to the old man in purple shirt and complained: "Hey, what's going on with you, so much nonsense, go straight up, and a sword will kill him."
Snapped!
Losing such a big face, Ouyang Long’s heart has been quite uncomfortable. At this moment, when he heard the words of Ouyang Feng’s complaints, he slaps it.
"shut up!"
In the eyes of the cold, Ouyang Long is too lazy to take care of Ouyang Feng, sitting directly on the knees, transporting the healing, quickly recovering the injury of the right arm.
Prepare to come out in this morning, and don't give them the opportunity to directly attack the enemy with the sword. If today is not able to defeat Xiao Chen, he will not have to mix after this Xuan domain.
Inside the Casting Mountain Villa.
Xiao Chen saw Situ Leihong, looking at the other god's appearance, some do not know how to open.
After all, at the beginning, but released the words, to take the million years of Yanjing for the other side, but now they have to lose words, but also have to seek the other side.
Sinking and half-sounding, Situ Leihong never spoke. Xiao Chen had to test the way: "Predecessors, Wannian Yanjing, some sorry, I am a step late."
Situ Leihong smiled and said: "Nothing, I already knew that there is already an arrangement."
"What arrangement!"
"Wen Ziran has just promised your battle. After seven days, I will fight with you. The gambling will be Wannian Yanjing." Situ Leihong said without hesitation.
Xiao Chen was surprised: "What is the battle? When do I not remember, I have been fighting with him."
Situ Leihong did not look like a predecessor. He smiled and said: "I will help you, how do you disagree? If you disagree, I can cancel it."
Xiao Chen’s heart was speechless, and he smiled slyly:
The seniors really have their heart.

"Well, let's just say, you don't have to thank this thing, help me to get Wanyan Yanjing, get it." Situ Leihong waved his hand and said without hesitation.