Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

The middle-aged man chuckled: "Yes, if I want to stop Xuxian Sword Sect from asking for swords, it will be useless even if all the ancestors of Central Continent come forward, but why should I stop it?"

Lu Chunyu was a little confused at this. The Void Immortal Sword Sect competed so fiercely with the Kunlun Sword Sect at the beginning, and even overpowered the Kunlun Sword Sect. It was not until the person in front of him broke through the bottleneck of the Immortal King and became the patriarch that the situation was reversed.

Why does this person have such an attitude now?

"In the land of Prisoner Wind, there is a Sword Burial Ladder. Two big shots made a bet on this Sword Burial Ladder."

The middle-aged man said calmly: "This bet involves Ditian, Zhongzhou and Beidou. If we lose, the three places will change hands. You should be able to imagine what will happen to the monks in the three places. "

"What!?"

A flash of horror flashed in Lu Chunyu's eyes. He knew that the Prison Wind Land was a land very far away from Emperor Tian. It was rich in resources and had many masters.

However, what kind of bet would involve the three major realms of Ditian, Zhongzhou and Beidou! ?

"They're coming."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly. In his eyes, he could already see Wang Zhenlong, Zhang Ling and others. His eyes fell on Fang Chen. In an instant, Fang Chen seemed to feel something, but he couldn't bear to look up.

Lu Chunyu wanted to continue asking, but just as she was about to speak, the middle-aged man in front of her had disappeared.

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"That feeling just now..."

Fang Chen was thoughtful and touched his forearm, which was covered with goose bumps.

Just now, he suddenly had a very special feeling, as if there was an ancient beast staring at him secretly. This feeling disappeared very quickly. If his soul was not different from ordinary people, it would be difficult to detect it.

"Boy, aren't you a little nervous?"

Wang Zhenlong glanced at Fang Chen with a smile: "Kunlun Mountain is right in front of you. Don't be afraid. Those of the Kunlun Sword Sect who are at the same level as you are not much stronger than the previous sword sects."

"Disciple knows."

Fang Chen nodded slightly.

At the same time, a dozen sword cultivators came through the air, and the leader was the Xuanxian sword cultivator who had met everyone on Qiankun Island.

"Wu, why don't your ancestors personally come forward to greet me?"

Wang Zhenlong smiled lightly.

Wu Fenghua's face darkened and he said coldly: "If your old swordsman comes, maybe the ancestor will consider coming forward to meet him. As for you, how can you be worthy of meeting the ancestor? Don't talk nonsense. Since you are asking Just follow me, the sword."

He didn't give Wang Zhenlong a chance to speak again, and turned around and flew away.

Wang Zhenlong smiled and led everyone to follow.

With Wu Fenghua leading the way, all the formations and restrictions along the way were automatically closed. Soon, everyone went up to the Kunlun Mountain and appeared in front of the Kunlun Sword Sect's mountain gate.

When everyone arrived, many sword cultivators from the Kunlun Sword Sect were already standing here.

The cultivation base ranged from Qi refining to overcoming tribulations. Wang Zhenlong took a look and looked a little strange. Isn't it possible that nearly 90% of the Kunlun Sword Sect's monks showed up?

Wu Fenghua didn't waste any time and glanced at Fang Chen: "I heard that you have been promoted to go out of body, so my Kunlun Sword Sect will also arrange sword cultivators with the same level as you to fight, a total of nine people.

If you can win completely, you will have a clear path to the sword this time. In the future, Ditian and Beidou will not embarrass your Xuxian Sword Sect again. "

After saying this, he waved his sleeves and robes, and a total of nine monks in the out-of-body stage slowly walked out.

Everyone is reaching perfection in their current state, and seems to be able to break through the middle stage of out-of-body experience at any time.

Originally, the sword cultivators of the Kunlun Sword Sect were now extremely famous and highly sought-after in the three places, and any one of them was a genius among geniuses.

But now these nine people stood in front of Fang Chen, inferior in every aspect.

There seemed to be a will to die in their eyes, but Fang Chen was calm and calm, without any emotion.

With this alone, the sword cultivators of the Kunlun Sword Sect have vaguely felt that today's battle may become a stepping stone for the Xuxian Sword Sect and fulfill their reputation.

At that time, there were two figures looking at this place from a distance.

"Li Changsheng, is this the boy you are talking about? Is he qualified to go to the Sword Burial Staircase?"

"good."

"Don't you have any disciples under your sect who are more talented than him?"

"No."

"In this question of swordsmanship, I don't think these nine of your disciples will survive after being exposed. You are raising gu."

"It's not about raising Gu, it's about raising swords. Brother Chen doesn't want to lose this bet. In addition to Ditian, Zhongzhou, and Beidou, the bet between the two also involves several realms. If he loses, , that person’s loss would be heavy.”

"Are you dissatisfied with the person who listed this place as a bet?"

"Of course I don't dare, but if we look at the Kunlun Sword Sect, we really can't find any younger disciples who are more talented than this one. Mr. Li has been planning this journey of learning swordsmanship for a long time, and all the personnel have been exhausted, and Just listen to fate.”

"Remember, you have to pick out at least ten people. You have to use your heart and soul to pick out the true geniuses in this way. You can't just make up for it. Otherwise, you will lose the bet. With that person's temper, haha..."

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"Kunlun Sword Sect, Wu Yue, come to challenge!"

The nine out-of-body people were silent for a while, and one of them slowly took a step forward, staring at Fang Chen with a trace of hatred in his eyes.

"Your surname is Wu? Is he a descendant of your family?"

Wang Zhenlong looked at Wu Fenghua with a half-smile.

Wu Fenghua snorted coldly and had no words.

The next moment, the Wu Yue sword cultivator suddenly drew his sword, and used all his strength as soon as he made the move. The terrifying sword force was enough to instantly kill an ordinary cultivator of the same level.

This is the offensive power of sword cultivators.

A flash of sword light disappeared.

Wu Yue's sword power had just swept away when the smoke dispersed. He knelt down in front of Fang Chen. There was a sword wound between his eyebrows. This sword wound not only cut off Wu Yue's life, but also shattered his Nascent Soul. .

"Why...I can't even catch a sword..."

Wu Yue's soul stood up from the corpse and looked at Fang Chen blankly.

Although Patriarch Wu Fenghua had warned them before this battle, they only had less than a 10% chance of winning this battle.

But in the current situation, not only is it less than 10%, it is probably not even a chance of winning.

Seeing Wu Yue's death, the sword cultivators of the Kunlun Sword Sect pursed their lips and stared at Fang Chen with cold eyes.

The remaining eight people who were out of body looked at each other, and another person walked out with a malicious look on his face:

"Wu Fan, the Kunlun Sword Sect, comes to challenge."

Another surname: Wu?

Wang Zhenlong's eyes moved, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he glanced at Wu Fenghua with a cold expression.

Wu Fenghua didn't respond, his expression was gloomy and he didn't say a word.

"It's strange. Two sword cultivators surnamed Wu were sent out one after another. Is this intentional to make Prince Wang vent his anger..."

Zhang Ling and others looked strange. The two disciples of Wang Zhenlong died one after another at the hands of the sword cultivator surnamed Wu.

Fang Chen also noticed it, but he was too lazy to pay too much attention to it. This place was the end of the road to learn swordsmanship, and today would definitely not be too ordinary.

In the void invisible to everyone, a huge Xuantian Mirror transmits the scene here to all directions.

In Zhongzhou, Ditian, and Beidou, all the monks who could see Xuantian Mirror stopped and watched with solemn expressions.