Chapter 325: Thunder, rain and dew are all heavenly majesty!

The bravery of the big demon!
When you start a charge, you roar, the enemy may be scared and involuntarily pee out!
As early as Qingyun City, this talent appeared in the system interface.
So far, there are three kinds of talents.
First, handsome!
Second, the power of the demon!
Third, the bravery of the great demon!
In Chen Xinglie's impression, the first talent is handsome, which is often reflected inadvertently. And the majesty of the second demon has also been triggered many times. Only this third item, the courage of the big demon, is the first time it appears.
Chen Xinglie changed his mind and immediately understood.
This seat just charged with a sword!
The courage of the big demon needs to initiate a charge and then roar to trigger it. This is exactly in line with the scene just now, running forward with the sword and shouting "kill".
This scene happened to meet the conditions for triggering the talent, triggering the great demon's bravery.
Under the eyes of everyone, Ling Henchao, a terrestrial immortal, was so scared that he could not control himself at all. He only felt that his lower body felt soft and a certain part of the body became hot, and he urinated involuntarily.
Ugh……
Ling Henchao had no self-confidence, and was extremely regretful.
The wages of avarice is death.
Why should I covet the treasures underground?
Why sneak in and seek advantage?
If you haven't done those things, how can you pee out of fear now?
Ling Henchao stared at the square below, and saw two land immortals from afar, the Taoist Drunkard and the wind faintly, standing on either side dozens of steps away from Chen Xinglie, without tongues, thousands of jade algae, and empty ghosts. These three land gods stood silently not far behind Chen Xinglie.
These five land immortals stared at Ling Henchao coldly one by one, and all of them focused on the part below Ling Henchao's waist, and their eyes all carried meaningful mockery, which was very tacit.
Seeing these eyes, Ling Henchao lamented in his heart.
At this moment.
Ling Henchao had even the desire to die, and there was no war in his heart anymore, his five fingers involuntarily let go, the secret treasure of Cangming Temple in his palm, the Tide Tide Knife, fell straight down from the stargazing platform, which was more than ten meters high. Deeply plunged into the white stone ground of the square below.
The breeze came slowly.
The wind in early summer not only didn't mean the slightest warmth, but because of the influence of the sword of anger dominated by Winter, it was freezing cold.
Ling Henchao gradually remembered. It was rumored that a month ago, there were peerless masters in the northwest who opened the gate with one sword, and it was three thousand miles in wind and snow...
The man who opened the gate with a sword must be Chen Xinglie.
The sword that opened the Tianmen must be the ice dagger that Chen Xinglie just used to trim his nails.
Ling Henchao was full of grief.
At the same time, Ling Henchao also fully understood why the Taoist Drunken Dragon and Feng Youyou came from afar and did not know Chen Xinglie, but after seeing the Ice Shortsword, he obeyed Chen Xinglie’s words and did not dare to show any disobedience. attitude.
The ice dagger can open the heavenly gate with one sword.
In the world, who would dare not follow?
Ling Henchao shook his head in despair, standing on the railing of the edge of the observatory, like a white bird, swaying in the wind, gliding forward for a distance of a hundred steps, and then flutteringly and quietly falling into the square. , Silent.
This distance is enough for a hero, a hero, who only has the first level of martial arts cultivation, to see clearly the traces of Ling Henchao's body soaked with urine.
When the two brothers opened their eyes, they laughed unscrupulously.
"Hahaha... look at the second brother, this person actually peeed!"
"Yeah! What the big brother said is really right. You look at a terrific land fairy, and you are so scared to pee by the son, you say it is ridiculous?"
"Second brother, you must remember that there are people outside, and there is heaven outside the sky. Before, you and I were peeing in the street in front of Taixue Gate. Although majestic, it was also the two of us who took the initiative to pee. Now this land god, You can actually pee passively. This skill is far superior to our two brothers, and I have to admire..."
"Big brother's remark is very reasonable! Let my younger brother take a closer look and learn this Ling Henchao method. One day, maybe it will come in handy..."
Brothers, when you look at me, they are very confused, obviously their brains are not normal.
But it was these unusual words that made Ling Henchao ashamed to the extreme. His old face was red and his color was like pig liver. Even his jet-black hair, in the cynicism of the hero, gradually faded and turned white. hair.
Just a moment.
Ling Henchao turned his head in sorrow, as if he was tens of years old, and he arched his hands at Chen Xinglie: "Please give me your death!"
At this point, Ling hates the tide of all thoughts.
Before, Ling Henchao knew that he was going to die, so he had to carry the sword, and only wanted to find a decent way to die. He died in a decent battle under the sword of Chen Xinglie.
By now.
Ling Henchao was already so scared that he peeed out, and the so-called "dignified and upright" four words were no longer decent.
but.
At this moment, Chen Xinglie also lost his interest in killing Ling Henchao with a sword. He sneered and said, "Want to let this seat kill you?"
Ling Henchao kept silent, which was considered tacit.
"Are you worthy?" Chen Xinglie asked carelessly, the bright sword light gathered on his body gradually dissipated, only the big sword in his hand still showed its sharp edge.
Huh!
Chen Xinglie tossed, the big sword flew out like a shooting star, and flew in front of Ling Henchao, the hilt of the sword was pointed down, and plunged into the ground three to five inches, making the big sword like a nail, erected in front of Ling Henchao with a sharp tip. Presented in front of Ling Henchao.
"Ugh!"
Ling Henchao took a few steps forward and stood in front of the big sword, sighing: "One person does things, one person, please don't involve me in the Cangming Palace."
"Are you discussing terms with this forum?" Chen Xinglie's eyes were cold and arrogant, without anger or prestige.
"Don't dare." Ling Henchao said: "This is just a plea from a dying person. If the son agrees, the master of the palace is grateful and willing to die. If the son does not agree, the master of the palace is equally convinced. Thunder and rain are all. It’s Tianwei. Unfortunately, Tianwei is unpredictable..."
Ling Henchao sighed greatly, stepped forward, walked to the big sword with the tip of the sword upside down, and bowed his hand to Chen Xinglie.
The big sword is right in front of you.
Arched hands, bent over, bowed...
This set of movements happened to make his throat press on the blade of the great sword, and blood spilled into the square.
The land gods in the West Sea of ​​Megatron fell and died.
Chen Xinglie waved in the air.
The big sword flew off the ground and returned to Chen Xinglie's palm. He raised the long sword in his hand and let out a breath, blowing off the blood on the sword.
Like a person returning from a snowy night, shaking off the snowflakes.