Chapter 931 (2/2)

”Ha ha ha ha, it's boring. It's really boring.”

Chu yunsun's face full of disappointment, arrogant laughter, turned back to the pumice mountain of Baiyun city.

Lu Guanhai is expressionless.

Chu yunsun's eyes fell on Ding Sanshi.

However, the latter is always like an old monk, bowing his head and closing his eyes, as if he had isolated everything around him.

”Waste.”

He said with a sneer.

There is a smell of blood between heaven and earth.

This is just the first scene of the sword conference.

But it has been so tragic that it almost destroyed the door.

Lin Beichen looks at the expressions of Yan Ruyu and realizes that the killing and death may not be special. Sister Yan's expression is dignified, but it's not so unexpected.

This makes Lin Beichen realize that the dangerous degree of the sword conference is far beyond imagination.

It can be divided.

It can also be divided into life and death.

As long as you step on the Jianfeng mountain, you can't help yourself whether you live or die.

Always in the hands of the stronger, between the thoughts of the stronger.

So, is this the true face of the martial arts world outside the Beihai Empire?

I'm afraid.

Lin Beichen turns on WiFi hotspots.

Around the countless floating stones, also heard the noise.

Originally, I thought I would see five wonderful sword fights, which might even last for an afternoon.

I didn't expect it to end so soon.

”Next time, the sword sect will fight against the white bone sword sect.”

The voice of tower keeper Tan Congyuan reverberates between heaven and earth.

Bumiejianzong is one of the great swords who participated in this discussion

Among the clans, the strength can enter the top three Kendo clans, while the white bone sword sect is 21 places behind the immortal sword sect in the clan ranking, which is a huge gap.

I thought it was the rolling Bureau.

But after seven battles, the white bone sword sect won a small one.

And the blood of this battle is much less than that of the last one.

Although the white bone sword sect lost, it only slightly injured three people, one broke his arm, and there was no death.

All three of them are merciful.

These seven battles lasted for four hours.

By the end of the fight, it was midnight.

In the sky, many stars are floating, and the lights are shining for tens of miles around the Jianfeng mountain.

The sword conference did not stop.

Until the third day, it was finally the turn of Wen Xiang Jian Fu.

”Wenxiang sword house vs. Chiyu demon mountain clan.”

The voice of the tower keeper Tan Congyuan clearly reverberates between heaven and earth.

The expressions of the people on the pumice all around became strange.

Before, because the Chiyu demon mountain disciples molested the female disciples of Wenxiang sword house, the two sides broke out a conflict, which was regarded as a dead feud. Unexpectedly, in the first round, the two sides met by drawing lots.

Isn't that what's in the legend? Isn't it that the enemies don't get together?

”Ha ha ha...”

The leader of the red feather demon mountain clan laughed.

The red feather demon mountain people on the floating pumice also laughed excitedly and made a mockery.

There's a chance for revenge.

Whew!

A streamer falls on the top of Lun Jianfeng.

It was the elder of the red feather demon mountain clan who was stopped by the old chess player.

The power structure of the Chiyu demon mountain clan is similar to that of the general martial arts forces. Twelve mountain lords are in charge of the clan, and there are also elders, generals and other experts under them. As the famous Kendo force of the host Zhenzhou, they have a deep foundation. The elder level strongmen have reached the fourth level of cultivation.

”Carry a cup to sink, clay Qin son tentacle, not burning, tower gate shake uncomfortable, ward pile beast.”

The elder of the red feather demon mountain clan, who was called Deron, called out in the strange human language.

Suspended on pumice.

”Chen elder brother, this old thing says, let you hand in person, our team other people, are not his match.” Hu Meier, the unruly younger martial sister, has amazing translation ability.

Lin Beichen laughed.

”What are you, worthy of my hand?”

He looked down at Deron from the floating pumice and said, ”the level 6 Heaven and man are as vulnerable as a wild dog under my sword. You are not qualified to let me do it... Brother, go up and kill him.”

Xiao Binggan, who was gnawing at the drumsticks, kicked back the ordinary drumsticks and said, ”OK.”

His feet work.

The floating pumice is shaking.

Xiao Binggan, like a meteorite, smashed on Lun Jianfeng.

Adhering to the safety principle summed up in the trial of Lost Castle, which is ”fight quickly and make a quick decision, never allow the other side to have time to sing and open big”, he directly took out 98K without any hesitation.

”Sun thief, let's go.”

︻╦??? ╤─?--

98K direct flame.

Come up and fight.

Xiao Binggan has no virtue.

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