"Hey, Chen Xuanjun, please stop nagging. What kind of morality do you need to deal with the people of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion?"

"One on one? Chen Xuanjun, what you think is quite beautiful."

"Don't blame me for being cruel, blame you for your poor swordsmanship at Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, blame yourself for not being good at learning!"

The three core disciples of Hunyuan Sect showed disdain on their faces and ignored Chen Xuanjun's provocation at all, refusing to be fooled by him.

Why bother with one-on-one matters that can be solved by beating each other up? Wouldn't it be a big loss if you die by the opponent's sword?

The three of them calculated this deal quite clearly.

"Scorching Sun Sword, Light of the Sun!"

Facing these three core disciples of the Hunyuan Sect, whose strength was only slightly inferior to his own, Chen Xuanjun circulated his true energy to the extreme. The vast sword power condensed around him, and a sword light as bright as the sun burst out, and the sword light surged.

, there is a feeling of being suppressed by the bright sun.

Surprise flashed in the eyes of Zhang Yan and the others, obviously they did not expect that Chen Xuanjun was so powerful.

However, they didn't panic. They each sneered and stood side by side.

When the sword light was about to fall, the ancient dragon-elephant power filled his whole body, and he roared loudly at the same time.

Yanyun Fist, burning with rage!

The three of them were filled with the power of dragons and elephants, and burned without any warning, condensing into a vast sea of ​​clouds. Shrouded in smoke and clouds, the fierce power of their fists was like an angry and violent flame that kept burning and boiling.

When the three of them took off into the air, they unexpectedly developed the momentum of a galloping dragon and horse, heading straight towards the bright sword light.

Bang bang bang!

The violent fist light bombarded the sword light, causing repeated explosions in the air. The bright sword force appeared and gradually cracked.

Click!

After a moment, the sword light shattered suddenly, Chen Xuanjun spat out blood and was injured.

In the competition of true energy alone, the gap is too big after all.

Even though his swordsmanship was amazing, there was nothing he could do to make up for it and he was unable to save his life.

Zhang Yan and the others looked cold, their eyes filled with coldness: "Chen Xuanjun, you are unlucky today. I haven't met Lin Yun, so I can only operate on you first. Don't worry, after you die, your junior brothers and sisters will go down and give you surgery."

To accompany you."

"Don't even think about it!"

Chen Xuanjun got up in anger, but as soon as he got up, he was punched again and his ribs were broken.

"Go to hell!"

With a ferocious smile on his lips, Zhang Yan rose into the air, trying to land another punch.

Whoops!

Just between the electric light and flint, a long sword pierced the air and fell into the air.

Bang!

Zhang Yan's fist struck the sword, and with the overwhelming sword intent, it actually knocked him away.

Sonorous!

The end of the long sword was half an inch into the ground, and the sword kept trembling. The sound of the sword was so sharp and deafening that it continued and echoed in all directions.

"What a strong sword spirit!"

Not only the three members of the Hunyuan Sect, but also the disciples of other nearby sects, all had shocked looks in their eyes when they heard the clanging sword sound.

Who is it?

Several people quickly looked up and saw a young man wearing a green robe and carrying a sword box slowly walking towards them under the dim sky.
Chapter completed!