"Chen Shaohua from Taiyi Sect, come out and get to die."

If the sound of thunder rolling, the sound of a sudden sound of silence will suddenly sound.

The low sound of a bell coming from the southwest direction was like pulling back the soul of everyone from a dream. The people on the floating peaks around came back from the previous shock and looked over like they woke up from the dream.

The flowing light flashes, and the vitality is stimulating.

An old man with a broad figure, wearing golden armor, like an angry lion, stepped on the clouds and landed on the wind and cloud platform with blood flowing rivers.

"Chen Shaohua, come on stage."

The old man looked toward Taiyimen Fufeng, with a sad face and roared angrily.

The old man looked at least in his seventies or eighties, with a gray head and a vicissitudes of life. Although his body was burly and straight, his face, which had been blown by the wind and sand of the years, was full of wrinkles.

It is hard to imagine that a warrior with a strong strength like him would look so old. After all, a warrior who has reached the Lingquan Realm has strong blood and vitality, and has a strong organ, and will look younger than ordinary people. Many old monsters who are hundreds of years old look like young people aged 21 or 2 on the surface.

But this old man, like an ordinary old man, looked wrinkled and sad, especially the messy silk on his temples fluttered casually in the wind, revealing a few traces of sadness and loneliness that cannot be hidden.

He held a long-handled heavy sword in his hand. The sword body was three meters long and about two palms wide. The surface of the sword blade was uneven, and there were dark red runes wandering and flashing brightly and destructive.

Above the floating peaks around, there were a sound of surprise.

"Since someone stood up and challenged the people in Taiyi."

"Haha, I'm having fun now."

"Who is this old man? Why do you look at him?"

"Haha, the Fengyun Sword Conference is once a century. It is said that no one dared to challenge the disciples of Taiyi under the nose of Taiyi Sect."

"Yes, and it's Chen Shaohua who challenged it."

"Isn't this Chen Shaohua the Taiyi disciple who was defeated by Tianhuang, the descendant of the Thunder and Lightning Sect that day in the tea garden?"

"Yes, hehe, he threatened to fight Tianhuang again. Who knew that Fengyuntai was on and it was not his turn to take the stage yet. Unexpectedly, someone called him up to challenge him first."

"Who is this old man? Although he is a first-class strong man, he challenged one of the eight descendants of Taiyi Sect in front of Taiyi Zhenren and so many elders of Taiyi Governor. It's really... Alas, looking at the old man's fortune..."

Many people are worried about this old man.`

The head of Taiyi Sect is on the peak.

Taiyi Zhenren, who had been sitting calmly with a smile on his face, had no change in his expression.

The other peak masters and stewards standing behind him were all on the same face.

Only the head teacher Taihuafeng's expression changed slightly.

But Chen Shaohua, who was standing behind the head of Taihua Peak, had a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Being the first person to be challenged by name at this Sword Contest is undoubtedly a shame for Chen Shaohua, especially in front of other sect leaders Jifeng, Chen Shaohua is careful, as this will have a negative impact on his future rise.

Of course, the most important thing is that he doesn’t know the old ghost on Fengyuntai at all, why did he challenge him?

"Master, I have slandered you." Chen Shaohua immediately apologized to the Lord of Taihua Peak.

The head of Taihua Peak nodded: "Since you have been challenged, then go on stage."

"Yes, my disciple will definitely not let the majesty of the master be damaged." Chen Shaohua bent down respectfully to salute.

But when he turned around and looked at him, his face was filled with anger and murderous intent.

His body moved slightly.

call out!

The sound of breaking through the air is like a sharp arrow piercing through the air.

The next moment, Chen Shaohua's figure appeared on the Fengyuntai.

"Who are you?" Chen Shaohua walked towards the old man step by step and said coldly: "I don't know you, why do you challenge me?"

"Don't you know me?" The old man's face looked sad and hatred: "I'm Xie Yuan, the Jinlong Xuanzong."

"Golden Dragon Xuanzong?" Chen Shaohua narrowed his eyes slightly and thought of something.

"Yes, murderer, do you still remember the bloody incident forty years ago?" Xie Yuan's face was extremely sad and shouted angrily: "At that time, Lao Yuan sent his only son and family of three to travel. When he passed by the Piaoxiang Plain, he cried because his grandson, who was less than one year old, kept crying and disturbing you accidentally, so you killed your son, daughter-in-law and grandson, and hung their heads at the gate of the city. No one was allowed to collect the body... It was just a one-year-old child, ignorant at all. My son also apologized to you at that time. You...you...you...you are so cold-blooded...the murderer, you are so cruel, and you dreamed at midnight, are you uneasy?"

At the end, the old sect leader of the Jinlong Xuan Sect was so sad that he was filled with tears in his eyes, and his grief and anger were extremely sad.`

"I feel uneasy? Haha, what happened forty years ago is still such a small thing. Who would remember so much?" Chen Shaohua smiled slightly and said, "There are too many people who died under my sword. How can I remember everyone? There are so many people in this world who die every day. The weak are like ants. What's the pity for death?"

Chen Shaohua smiled and looked at him, as if talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"You... are cold-blooded people, too much! I have been suffering from the pain of losing my son and grandchildren for forty years. I have to endure it until today. On the storm, I must ask for an explanation." The old sect leader was extremely angry, and he had to rush to open his eyes, and his heavy sword in his hand flashed with golden light, and his anger soared.

"Haha, the strong prey on the weak, that's what else do you want to make?" Chen Shaohua sneered disdainfully: "Xie Lao Zongzhu, you are also a man of age, why should you be so unwilling to be so arrogant? I look at your turntable. I'm afraid there are not many blessings in my old age to enjoy now, so why should I rush to report to the Gate of Hell? I'll open the Internet today and don't kill you, you can step down by yourself."

Chen Shaohua's words were full of sneering and disdain.

He didn't take this old ghost from the Golden Dragon Xuan Sect seriously.

How can such an old guy be worthy of being his own opponent?

opposite.

"Haha, OK, OK, OK!"

Xie Yuanqi trembled all over.

He knew that it would be useless to say more.

"kill!"

The old man shouted loudly, his vitality surged, and the light of the heavy sword rune in his hand flashed wildly, and the figure turned into a stream of light and killed Chen Shaohua.

This angry blow was amazing.

opposite.

"Haha, old guy, I don't know how to live or die, then I will fulfill your wish."

Chen Shaohua showed a sneer on his face, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and as his thoughts turned, there were already dense silver energy light swords around him transformed out.

He raised his hand and pushed it lightly.

Swallowing, swishing, swishing.

Countless silver lightsabers burst out instantly, like the trajectory of the god of death wielding a sickle, blocking endless space, as if it was a storm, heading towards Xie Yuan, and in a blink of an eye, he was drowned in it.

"Ahhh..." Xie Yuan roared wildly like an injured and aging lion.

The rune heavy sword in his hand swung and slashed the swords of vitality, but he kept his feet approaching Chen Shaohua in a storm.

Chen Shaohua's handsome face was filled with contempt and cruel smile.

The Yuanqi Lightswords continued to attack Xie Yuan in a burst of sounds of breaking through the air.

Xie Yuancai rushed forward for only ten steps, and the rune heavy sword in his hand became much awkward when he waved it, and the sword body was covered with mottled marks. The sword force could no longer completely block the silver lightsaber. He staggered, and in an instant, four or five lightsabers broke through his defense and pierced his body.

Blood, soaring.

The old man's body was penetrated and blood flowed.

But he seemed to be unaware of it, still roaring and rushing towards Chen Shaohua against the lightsword with the power of destruction.

The Yuanqi Light Sword kept slashing on him.

One...

Two...

Ten...

Hundreds of paths...

Hundreds of scarred swords appeared on him.

In just two breaths, the old man's golden armor had already been pierced and split into pieces. Countless sword marks on his body cut through the flesh, which was deep enough to see the bones. It seemed as if he had suffered the Lingchi Criminal Law, and it looked extremely miserable.

"I...kill...you...I..." The old man's aura was blurry, but he left bloody footprints step by step, and he would rather die than rush towards Chen Shaohua.

The heavy sword in his hand has shattered, leaving only the hilt of the sword.

"I... even if I die... I will... kill you with a sword... you..." When the old man rushed to three steps away from Chen Shaohua, there was almost only a bloody skeleton left on his body except for his head. The powerful vitality of the warrior made him not completely dead.

Even if I touch the evil man gently with a heavy sword in my hand, I can be regarded as avenging my family.

The old man's vision was a little blurred and he roared in his heart.

The broken hilt of the sword was handed to Chen Shaohua bit by bit.

Behind him was a bloody road.

It's all his blood and his flesh.

Countless light swords condensed and appeared beside Chen Shaohua, like the Shura killing formation.

There was no slight pity on his face.

"Old guy, you dare to challenge me, this is your end." He did not immediately activate the lightsaber to kill Xie Yuan, but instead spoke up to mocking the old man like to torture a dog.

"I...you..." The old man finally couldn't stand firmly, and could not hold the hilt of the sword in his five-knuckle joints. He lost the support of the last power and slowly fell down.
To be continued...