Vol 3 Chapter 1925: Broke your arm

In the half year, Longyan City, a famous master with a surname, challenged him.
After the experience of the Tianjiao leader, I heard Xiao Chen’s reputation, and after the bet, he even challenged him.
Even the top ten disciples of the five major sects of Longteng County, all of them have come over.
At the beginning, almost every day, people came to fight.
But in the last month, only Feng Yuqiang was found, and it was still ten strokes.
"Old, really old."
Feng Yuqiang smashed the knife, muttered to himself, and sighed.
Hey!
Xiao Chen landed, arched: "Predecessors, Mo is too sad. Throughout the ages, there are some peerless masters who are famous in the following year."
Feng Yu smiled and said: "There are quite a lot, even if I know it, but it will definitely not be me, I will leave."
Some heartaches, Feng Yuqiang shook his head and left alone.
Xiao Chen looked at the other's back, thoughtfully, half a year, the number of people who lost in his hands, countless.
The look of each loser, as well as the back, he will watch it seriously.
Failure has never been terrible. What is terrible is that once you fail, you lose all your fighting spirit.
He also used to be uncomfortable in the hands of Xing Jun, just like an ant.
It’s worse than these people’s defeats, and it’s even more embarrassing.
However, there is still no loss of fighting spirit, and today there is the rise of today, and there is no defeat in the battle of Longyan City.
However, this is not a good, too proud record.
Xiao Chen took back his gaze and whispered: "It's time to go back."
In half a year, the repair has already reached the peak of Da Yuan Dan, and it is only a step away from Xingjun.
Because he has already condensed the will of the soul, he is not particularly big from the bottleneck of the Yuanyuan Dan Zun to the Yunhai Jingxingjun.
You don't need to make a deliberate breakthrough. After the water is completed, you can successfully promote the star.
What I want to consider now is how to go your own way after breaking through the stars.
He needs goals and needs objects that can be referenced. In Longyan City, no one can learn anything.
Packing up something, Xiao Chen quietly left Beicheng District in the middle of the night.
Longyan City, Southern District.
In a clean and elegant attic, on the top floor, a middle-aged man in a cloak sits on his knees.
At his hand, a simple sword was placed quietly.
In the quiet and peaceful top floor, there is a ubiquitous sword, and the sword comes from the middle-aged man.
As long as he exists, the sword will not disappear.
Even if he is practicing in a retreat, as long as he opens his eyes and becomes a natural sword, he can stand up.
Give the offender a shock, kill him and be caught off guard.
He is the North Wind.
One of the ten strongest swordsmen in Longyan City, one of the masters of Nancheng District. For many years, the sword is under the soul, I don’t know much.
Relying on the four-footed sword front, he has made a name for him, and few people dare to take the initiative to provoke him.
But tonight, under the shadow of the dead moon, there is a young man in white.
The moon is not round, the stars are not flashing, and tonight, some are black.
The white man, holding a knife, walked in.
Near the attic, ten miles away, North Wind slammed open his eyes.
Hey!
Air machine confrontation, swords contend.
In the top floor, one piece of decoration, smashed, and there was a struggling crack in the pillar.
Filled with a strong sense of sword and sword, fighting against each other, let the cracks continue to spread.
At the moment of opening his eyes, the hand of the North Wind was holding the long sword around him in an instant, and the sword was half an inch.
The dazzling sword light, the sturdy sword wind, make its clothes long hair, full of publicity, frantic dance.
The moment you can open your eyes, it is already late.
Because Xiao Chen has already got a knife, and he just blinked.
boom!
The attic broke in the blink of an eye and turned into countless pieces. At this moment, the sword in the hands of the North Wind is not completely unsheathed.
Hey!
A stronger knife light, completely crushed, annihilated, and forcibly drove out the Jianfeng of the North Wind.
It was too late to wave out, and the sword in the hands of the North Wind was thrown away.
Rubbing, the knife light went down, and the North Wings originally held the right hand of the sword and was completely cut off.
Blood overflows, such as spring spewing.
The attic was broken, the north breeze holding the scabbard, inserted on the ground, kneeling on one knee, pale face, but it was silent.
Xiao Chen received the knife and returned to the sheath, illuminating the knives of the eight nights and disappearing.
But the white clothes on his body are still clearly visible on this quiet night.
"I will report this person. Six months ago, you stabbed me a sword and almost killed me. After half a year, I will give you a knife and break your arm."
When the voice fell, Xiao Chen went with a knife, and gradually drifted away in the lingering night of the moon.
North Wind looked at the broken arm and showed a bitter smile on his face.
He already knew that there was a enchanting in Beicheng District, and all the masters of Longyan City were picked up in the past six months.
I also knew that the man was a white knife who had once caught his sword with his own hands.
I know that I will find myself before the other party leaves.
But he did not leave, one is reluctant to benefit from the business in Longyan City in the past years, and the second is not to believe that he can't stand Xiao Chen's knife.
He knows that Xiao Chen, like himself, is a lonely man.
Half a year ago, Xiao Chen caught a sword, he was not shot, let him leave.
Unfortunately, after half a year, he did not catch the knife.
Being broken is the price of self-confidence.
Picking up the broken arm on the ground, the North Wind did not say a word, and quickly left.
These years have a lot of enemies, one arm is missing, and they are not going, it is to find death.
Those who are enemies will not be as polite as Xiao Chen.
At sunrise, on the avenue of Tenglong City, a black carriage drove all the way to the dust and galloped away.
Within the carriage, Xiao Chen sat down on his knees and closed his eyes to practice. He did not slack off.
Silk!
Inside, the chilly, snow fluttering, condensed into pieces of ice feathers, floating around.
In the half year, the ice feather has been cultivated to the third place by Xiao Chen.
It is already very fast, and in the future, the speed will slow down.
Unless you encounter some adventures, or the nature of the ice properties.
Long hair, half white and half black, now Xiao Chen, handsome temperament, more is a cold.
Three days and three nights, Tenglong City is already in sight.
Xiao Chen still needs to deal with some things in order to leave the world of Longteng and return to the grave sea.
Many of the harvests in the underground dragon city, Yan Jing and all kinds of natural treasures that can not be used, will be able to get in the future.
Half a year of cultivation, Lingyu consumption is quite large, you need to add some.
call out!
Ma Cheng Meng's contraction, and then the strange disappearance, printed on the sudden appearance of Xiao Chen clothes.
After another half day, I will go to Tenglong City.
There is no need to use a reincarnation vehicle to make a hurry.
Just in Xiao Chen, when he was ready to go forward, a slight anomaly caught his attention.
The bustling road, I don’t know when it’s quiet, there’s no car left.
Road closure?
The first reaction of Xiao Chen is the two words. Those who can go to the road on the road to Tenglong City Avenue, this hand has to go to the extent of the sky.
There is no default or association associated with the county government, and it is absolutely impossible to close the road.
Because they dare not, who dares to offend the dragon, it is the marquis of the immortal dynasty.
Representing not only the honor and glory, but also a kind of deterrence and strength, it is not a symbolic thing.
Hey!
Light and shadow flicker, eighteen figures, from far and near, surrounded by Xiao Chen.
All in black, only revealing sharp eyes, with a cold and murderous black man.
The pace is steady, and it is the peak of Da Yuan Dan.
When you look at the station, you know that these people are proficient in the way of the formation, and they are good at teaming up.
"Hand over the ancient dragon totem, give you a second of time to consider."
"kill!"
I did not wait for Xiao Chen to return, seeing that he did not quickly take out the ancient dragon totem, and the 18 people were filled with the killing.
In an instant, it broke out.
Like a mountain, a tsunami, a volcanic eruption, eighteen people simultaneously pulled out a short sword.
Under each foot, the scorpion shoots a glare of light, and the light is connected, and in a flash, a three-dimensional array is formed.
I am trapped in Xiao Chen, and it is difficult to advance and retreat.