My wife is the sect leader

The master of the Renzong sect of the Devil Sect, and killed Tang Taiyuan, the governor of Xuanyiwei, with a single palm at Bazhangtai. Li Fuzhou is also a master master who is well-known all over the world and cannot be underestimated.

Seeing this scene, Jia Meixian and Yang Chong looked at each other in the distance.

Yang Chong shook his head and sighed: "It seems that the masters of Tianwaitian have already found clues."

Jia Meixian looked at the young man in white at the tea stand in the distance, "Brother, look!"

Yang Chong was also overjoyed and said, "Brother An!?"

In the tea stall, Chang Ning looked at the sudden scene, his face was cloudy, and after three or four breaths, he lost his voice in shock: "Ghost swordsman!"

He stayed in Dayan for a long time and heard a lot about the ghost swordsman, but he had never actually seen a real person, so he didn't think of this young face just now.

Mo Chen's pupils suddenly shrank, "Are you a ghost swordsman?"

too young!

The young man in front of him is almost the same as his grandson, and he is actually the number one swordsman in this world! ?

It's so unbelievable.

An Jing put the sword box behind him on the table, and said, "This is the first time I see you today, and I'm afraid it will be the last time."

If Mo Chen's words give people a sense of domineering and awe-inspiring murderousness, then what An Jing said gives people a sense of spring breeze, as if he is just telling you an established fact.

Mo Chen didn't speak, but subconsciously clenched the precious sword in his hand.

At this time, there is no need to say more.

Chang Ning asked, "How do you..."

"I said."

At this moment, Sword God Liu Moyuan said lightly.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival back then, the old man An Jing saw was none other than Liu Moyuan's disguise.

"you!?"

Chang Ning looked at the sword god Liu Moyuan, and his face became very ugly.

Doesn't that mean that from the very beginning, all his plots were in the eyes of the Devil's Cult?

Liu Moyuan said indifferently: "Tiansha Shrine is like a rat. I prefer an upright duel. If Tiansha Shrine wins today, I will naturally continue to cooperate with Tiansha Shrine. If I lose... ...."

Speaking of this, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of Liu Moyuan's mouth, and then he retreated backward.

And the sword demon also retreated a few steps calmly.

"No need to say more."

Mo Chen stopped Chang Ning who was still about to speak, and calmly looked at An Jing in front of him.

Chang Ning also stopped talking.

Everyone knows that there is bound to be a battle between Guishuang's number one swordsman and Dayan's number one swordsman. This is a duel of knives and swords.

A month or two ago, there were rumors and discussions in the world. Zhao Guo's sword god Qi Xuandao and ghost swordsman An Jing were stronger and weaker. Qi Xuandao represented the way of swords, while ghost swordsman represented the way of swords.

Whether the sword can crush the sword, or the sword can cut the sword, the people of the world did not wait for this duel, but waited for the duel between Guishuang's number one swordsman and An Jing.

Liu Xiang grabbed Tan Yun, looked at Li Fuzhou on the opposite side carefully, and was extremely nervous.

Li Fuzhou smiled faintly, "Don't worry, the old man won't make a move."

Although Li Fuzhou said so, Liu Xiang still did not take it lightly, Bian Zenglu's tragic situation is still in front of him.

The old Confucian scholar in front of him may seem gentle and pure, but he is the ruthless leader of Renzong of Demon Sect.

"Grandpa, I knew you would definitely come."

At this time, Tan Yun looked at An Jing who was confronting Guishuang's master under the tea shed. When she was kidnapped, she knew that An Jing would come back to save her.

She didn't know why she had such a belief, but she believed in her heart that An Jing would definitely come.

Seeing this, Li Fuzhou said angrily, "Obviously the old man came to save you, but you only have that boy in your eyes."

The wind blows the leaves and leaves, and the flowers bloom and people go.

The tea shed suddenly became quiet, the boy and the other passers-by who were drinking tea had already gone far away.

The atmosphere suddenly became solidified.

The stronger the wind blows, the quieter the world seems to be.

Mo Chen showed his simple long knife: "I think you will be a good opponent, a good whetstone."

I saw a mass of brilliance blooming out, like a lotus flower emerging from water, graceful and clear, and the lotus flower on the handle of the knife flashed a deep light. The cliffs of thousands of feet are towering and majestic...

The knife was out of its sheath first.

A cold light suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth, and the wind became louder, whistling, as if it was going to blow up the tea sheds and trees.

The Xiaoer and the Tea Shed Manager who were hiding in the distance couldn't stand upright, as if they were going to be blown away by the turbulent wind.

Xiao Er hugged a big tree with difficulty, and said loudly: "Shopkeeper, this person seems to be different from the past masters fighting in the rivers and lakes today, doesn't he?"

The shopkeeper seemed to be petrified, and said in a daze: "Next, if you look carefully, you may see the most exciting match in your life."

Chapter 379

Mo Chen likes black, so his knife is black. Black symbolizes loneliness, pride and nobility, and this is the life of a swordsman.

Just like all swordsmen, the moment Mo Chen practiced his sword, he determined to hold the sword in his hand, poke a hole in Tiantian, and become the number one swordsman in the world.

In the process, he killed so many people that he couldn't even count the exact number.

Mo Chen once thought that if he went to the underworld, there would be many people who would demand his life.

But he is not afraid of death, even he yearns for death very much.

Because death is also black.

Suddenly night in the world, the mountains and rivers are already autumn.

When darkness falls, the earth will have the last afterglow, and this last afterglow sprinkles on this piece of heaven and earth, calm, calm and chic.

It's the same feeling when a dead person is about to die.

But at night after the sunset, there are stars all over the sky, still lighting up the night sky.

This is life, if you really know enough about life, you will know that there is no darkest moment in life except when you die, so you want more happiness and less sadness.

There were fallen leaves floating in the woods, and they had already piled up in a layer. The two stepped on the fallen leaves and walked forward slowly, with rustling footsteps.

Their footsteps are getting bigger and bigger, but the sound of their footsteps is getting lighter and lighter, and their breath can gradually reach its peak.

When these top experts confront each other, they pay attention to the unity of spirit, energy and spirit, whoever reaches the peak first will make a move, and the moment they make a move, they will move like a thunder.

Mo Chen's eyes were indifferent, as cold as the lotus black knife in his hand.

He stomped the sole of his foot suddenly, and the zhenqi visible to the naked eye exploded like a shock wave. The temperature between the sky and the earth dropped sharply. Within a few miles, the heavy wave of zhenqi spread instantly, like a torrent in the ocean, facing the distant An Jing devoured it.

Mo Chen moved first, he didn't want to give An Jing a chance to make a move, so he swung the lotus black knife in his hand forward, and slashed towards An Jing.

Chi!

That knife swept out with indescribably terrifying power, and the surrounding air was squeezed by that force, making a piercing roar.

As soon as Mo Chen made a move, he used all his strength.

Obviously, he knew that An Jing in front of him was a very strong opponent, and he didn't despise him in the slightest.

An Jing stretched into the sword box, and directly pulled out the Dulu sword in the sword box, and the majestic qi rushed directly towards the Dulu sword, and suddenly the Dulu sword made a soft chant that stirred the nine heavens, Slash towards the saber energy in front.

The two of them directly confronted each other head-on, and neither of them retreated.

boom!

The saber energy and sword energy shook together, and the whole earth trembled suddenly at this moment, Mo Chen stepped back step by step, each step leaving deep marks on the ground.

An Jing's body was like a rock, deeply rooted on the ground, and the induction between heaven and man was also activated, and his breath soared again in an instant.

Just when Mo Chen retreated, the torrent was so violent that it continued to rush towards him, like a monstrous monster, as if it was going to swallow Mo Chen.

And when the soles of his feet left the No.13 mark on the ground, a cold light burst out from Mo Chen's black eyes, his five fingers clenched the lotus black knife in his hand, and he slashed towards the torrent of air in front of him.

Click!Click!

A raging knife light hit Hong Liu in front of him heavily, and immediately the torrent of condensed zhenqi burst open, and with a bang, the torrent burst into pieces, turning into fragments of zhenqi that filled the sky.

Seeing the fierce battle between the two, the people around them all retreated backwards. Even the remaining waves could seriously injure the people present, which shows how domineering the two are fighting.

"It's not rude to come and go!"

Mo Chen raised his hands, and saw that the torrent that had originally drifted away gathered again, and a large amount of true energy around him also surged in. The overwhelming true energy was constantly squeezed, shrunk, and then crazily roared towards An Jing .

Hoo hoo!Hoo hoo!

An Jing's eyes froze, the torrent of true energy was extremely pure through continuous squeezing, condensing, and shrinking, and its power was three points stronger than ordinary true energy, and it was mixed with dense sword lights.

It wasn't until those true qi roared in front of An Jing that he raised his arms, and then began to dance wildly.

Crack clack clack!

Countless zhenqi was broken by An Jing's sword light, and then these squeezed zhenqi directly turned into a wisp of purple smoke, which floated out towards the sky.

These infuriating qi have been squeezed and mutated, and their power has been enhanced, but where is An Jing's infuriating energy?

You must know that the "Anonymous Heart Sutra" practiced by An Jing can be called the number one heart method in the past and present.

When Mo Chen saw that his back move was defeated by one move, his heart was shocked. The five qi masters of his own attack would definitely be in a hurry, and he was not as relaxed and comfortable as An Jing.

Mo Chen turned the lotus black knife in his hand, and the black knife began to dance wildly.

boom!

It seems that a volcano suddenly exploded at this time, and a terrifying true energy rose into the sky. The sky became irritable at this time, and there were countless true energy condensed in the sky faintly.

Mo Chen leaned forward, stepped on an ancient tree, and stood in the air. He looked down at An Jing below, with a cold smile on his lips. That kind of powerful true pressure made many experts present Slight discoloration.

Is this the strength of Guishuang's number one swordsman?

Buzz!

Suddenly, a huge knife chant sounded from above the sky. Following the sound, one could only see a huge black knife appearing in the sky.

What kind of knife technique is this! ?

When they saw the black black knife, everyone was puzzled, and then there was another earth-shattering roar.

Seeing the huge black knife above the sky getting bigger and bigger, people couldn't help feeling terrified.

Before everyone became suspicious, the sky seemed to be enveloped by black knives, and it suddenly became dark.

Suddenly, the sound of saber chant resounded all over the sky, as if the sky was torn apart by the chant of saber.

Li Fu and Zhou Qing shouted: "Be careful of that voice."

Hearing Li Fuzhou's voice, Jia Meixian and Yang Chong used their internal energy to seal their ears to prevent being hurt by the sound of the saber chant.

At the same time, the world seemed to be shaking crazily.

Black lotus sword!The chant of the sword shook the sky!

Mo Chen's eyes froze, and he slashed forward with the lotus black knife in his hand, only to see that the huge black knife above the sky seemed to have turned into substance, and slashed down towards An Jing frantically.

The black giant knife is mighty, with an indomitable arrogance.

The next moment, An Jing was like a wisp of duckweed in a violent storm, swaying with the wind and rain.

From An Jing's pupils, he saw a huge black knife approaching him, and the overwhelming sound was approaching, and he had nowhere to escape.

With the Dulu sword in An Jing's hand, the world suddenly turned cold, and then from the Dulu sword, countless icy colds emerged, like a thousand arrows.

The giant black sword ran extremely fast, but the sword in An Jing's hand was as fast as a shooting star, with fierce and boundless determination.

Nameless Sword Sutra!I have no way!

That ray of sword light finally emerged from the blade of the Dulu Sword, as if the sky and the earth were suddenly overshadowed, and only a sword light was left raging towards the distance.

This sword is the best sword in the world, spit out by Dulujian.

boom!

The moment the sword light slashed towards the black giant knife, in an instant, it was like two huge volcanoes colliding, and the overwhelming waves of zhenqi rushed towards the distance.