Chapter 108: I have a sword, unparalleled in the world!

See one kill one!
Chen Xinglie spoke lightly, but Li Qinglian and Chu Jingyue heard this, and if there was a violent thunder in their hearts, they were shocked, for fear that Shang Qingkong would be furious because of this, and directly fought Chen Xinglie.
The city gate caught fire, and the pond fish was hit.
Li Qinglian and Chu Jingyue feel that no matter who Chen Xinglie and Shang Qingkong wins or loses, those around them must be watching the battle.
The fierce battle of masters and the flying sword energy will inevitably harm the innocent.
At this moment, the sword aura in Zhao Yumeng's sleeves could no longer be hidden. It stretched out along the cuffs, red and bloody, and it seemed to be made of lava condensed, containing blazing flames, even blowing around. The cold night breeze also turned into a billowing hot wind.
Shang Qingkong looked at Chen Xinglie, and then at Zhao Yumeng, who was holding a sword in his hand and ready to go. He was even more sure. This pair of young men and women must have been lovers before reincarnating and rebuilding, otherwise Zhao Yumeng, who had a cold heart. , I won't get involved with Chen Xinglie in this short period of time after leaving Tushan, let alone show off his sword in front of the elder Shimen Taishang for this Chen Xinglie.
What a couple!
Shang Qingkong stared at the roof with emotion.
Master of the upper realm, banished to earth!
In terms of martial arts, this pair of young men and women is unparalleled in the world.
unfortunately……
Too young.
No matter how high the aptitude and the deepest background, there is always a limit to the speed of cultivation.
In Shang Qingkong's view, Zhao Yumeng is the limit.
What fear is this elder!
However, why is Chen Xinglie so imposing that he doesn't put this elder in his eyes?
Why?
Shang Qingkong shook his head, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and said coldly: "Your Excellency, don't be too conceited!"
Chen Xinglie spoke proudly.
"Don't you be afraid, this elder will take action now, first to be the strongest, and kill you with a single sword?" Shang Qingkong's tone became colder.
"A sword cut this seat?"
Chen Xinglie stroked the Immortal Talisman in his palm, and said casually: "You try?"
Shang Qingkong's eyes narrowed.
Unexpectedly, Chen Xinglie was so confident.
Where does this confidence come from?
Shang Qingkong couldn't figure it out, so he thought about it, and felt that since this person is a master of the upper realm, he came from the world, and there are some hidden methods in his body, which must be unpredictable and unpredictable.
The upper bound is completely different from the lower bound.
The top masters of the lower realm can only ascend to the upper realm by cultivating to the pinnacle of the land immortal. This means that in the upper realm, the cultivation base of the pinnacle of the land immortal is only the starting point of the martial arts path, just like this world of martial arts in the lower realm. A person in the first state of martial arts who condenses the blood of martial arts.
When Shang Qingkong thought of this, he was a little frightened.
"If this elder can kill Chen Xinglie with a single sword, to avoid future troubles, it will naturally be the best ending. But once Chen Xinglie can't kill Chen Xinglie, he escapes, and when he succeeds in cultivation, I will never be peaceful. !"
As soon as Shang Qingkong thought about this, his eyes fell on Zhao Yumeng again, thinking that if he really wants to do something tonight, he will not only kill Chen Xinglie, but also Zhao Yumeng, otherwise Zhao Yumeng will avenge Chen Xinglie if he succeeds in cultivation.
Killing one is already extremely difficult.
Killing two people at the same time increases the difficulty.
Both of them are masters of the upper realm who came from the world, most of them are equipped with special skills, and they have hidden the means of the upper realm, which are enough to save their lives...
If you fight a snake, you won't die!
Nothing more...
"Try it, you don't have to."
Shang Qingkong gradually dissipated his murderous heart, and the conversation turned, he actually said: "Now, your Excellency is standing on the roof, condescending, looking down at the elder, high above, majestic, and ridiculing the elder, and threatening the elder to let Tushan Zong has gone through a great calamity...If you count it like this, is it a balance between you and me?"
Even!
Li Qinglian and Chu Jingyue stared at the water man formed by Shang Qingkong, their eyes were full of disbelief.
The Supreme Elder of Tu Shanzong, when was he so easy to talk?
Obviously, he was threatened to be blocked under the Tushan Mountain, but when he saw one kill another, he didn't go into a rage, but instead he asked for everything.
This……
Is this still the Shang Qingkong of the prestigious world?
Li Qinglian and Chu Jingyue were surprised and surprised, but they secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that most of the battle tonight would not be able to fight. If this way, wouldn't their lives be saved?
But Chen Xinglie shook his head.
Even?
How can you even if your anger is still on!
Chen Xinglie's eyes were sharp, he couldn't eat any loss, and he couldn't tolerate any fooling. He asked coldly: "Your Excellency is uninvited, and there is no one in your eyes. You just opened the courtyard door and broke into the courtyard... What do you say about this?"
Shang Qingkong's expression froze.
She had just made a concession, but she never thought that Chen Xinglie would still not give up. But after thinking about it carefully, this person really made sense. He came uninvited tonight and approached the courtyard without knocking the door. This is very rude.
However, Shang Qingkong is not afraid of things.
Land gods have their own dignity.
Shang Qingkong stared at Chen Xinglie and asked coldly: "What do you want?"
"Your Excellency, since the body of the water man is based on his own sword intent and condensed, you and I might as well see a high and low on the way of the sword intent."
Chen Xinglie smiled casually and said: "If you can handle this sword, tonight's matter will be cancelled. If you can't handle it, then you have to be honest and apologize to this seat!"
Jianyi!
Shang Qingkong's eyes lit up, and the water man's eyes were filled with excitement.
This woman has cultivated to the top of the land gods for many years. She has extremely high attainments in the kendo. Since the day she escaped from the world, she has never met her opponent again.
The master is always lonely.
As the world says, there are people outside the world, and there are heaven outside the sky.
Shang Qingkong wanted to know what kind of swordsmanship the master above the land immortal cultivated after ascending to the upper realm.
Therefore, when Chen Xinglie said he wanted to see a high and low on the way of the sword, Shang Qingkong couldn't help but see Lie's joy.
"A word is settled!"
Shang Qingkong's tone suddenly became high-spirited, and asked: "How do you see a high and low?"
Chen Xinglie's eyes suddenly showed the arrogance of independence, his left hand secretly pinched an indestructible talisman, his right hand reached into the sleeve of his left hand, holding the hilt of the big sword.
"I have a sword, unparalleled in the world, do you dare to see it?"
Chen Xinglie suddenly spoke.
"Why not dare?"
Shang Qingkong held his head high and looked forward to it.
Chen Xinglie said: "This sword in this seat does not emphasize power..."
"This elder will wait and see!"
Shang Qingkong heard the song and understood the elegant meaning, and understood that Chen Xinglie's "heavy intention is not overpowered" refers to the battle of sword intent. Although she had to wait and see, her water figure slowly closed her eyes. The eyes that thunder condensed instantly became dim.
If you keep your eyes open, you use your eyes to observe, and you see only the appearance.
Shang Qingkong closed his eyes and felt it with his mind, so that he could break the illusion and keep it true, and see everything in the world truly.
this moment.
Chen Xinglie also closed his eyes and slowly drew his sword...