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Chapter 920 Sword Master (for Subscription)

Everyone in the teahouse was silent for a while, and they all looked at Li Xingchen who was furious and unwilling to talk about his past with complicated and inexplicable eyes.

If what he said is true, then this person is really a rare genius in the world.

Entering Xiantian at the age of 19, breaking through the eight gates in one step, and cultivating the eight orifices of Xiantian, it can be said that he is second only to Meng Zhao and other superstars, and even better than Han Pu, who has a body like a star.

With such a talent, but it was deliberately hidden and suppressed by the family, and it has been unable to express it for many years. It is not difficult to understand the various manifestations of his anger under the accumulation of depression.

"Meng Zhao, you are also a genius and a strong person, and you are far luckier than me, to be able to step up to the stage, to be known to the world, and to be on a par with Shen Tianci.

This is the honor that tens of thousands of young warriors dream of in the land of China, in the world of martial arts.

Today, I want to have a heart-to-heart fight with you, and I want to let the world know that the Li family of Xuzhou, the descendants of the Tang Dynasty, also has a genius, who can compete with you in the north and south! "

As Li Xingchen's impassioned emotions erupted and he gritted his teeth to vent, the aura that he had been suppressing all this time erupted loudly. The terrifying aura was like a straight column of air, rushing upwards, and the surrounding air was faintly distorted. The terrifying sword energy was mixed with Li Xingchen's outward aura, which had the power to tear apart the heavens and the earth.

This is the most direct and fundamental reason why Li Xingchen approached Meng Zhao.

He has been pent up in his heart for too long, and he needs an opponent too much to vent out.

In the south, he was suppressed by the elders of the family. Although his heart was higher than the sky, he did not dare to act rashly.

But when he came to the Northland, he didn't need to worry so much anymore. It was his long-cherished wish to pick a suitable master and have a good fight.

As Li Xingchen's energy burst out, the wooden chair he was sitting on stood still without being affected in any way. However, Li Ya'er and Li Xinglu, who were beside him, stood up and retreated simultaneously under the strong pressure. The guards of the Li family beside him were also forced back by the terrifying aura.

The extremely clean and tidy wooden table was directly crushed by this terrifying qi. It was only because the qi was too surging and strong, and the suppressing force was full. previous shape.

Qiangqiangqiang, before Li Xingchen lost his temper, no one would have thought that this extremely handsome young man would have such terrifying strength, even Niu Dali, who had always thought highly of himself, showed a dignified expression.

Judging from the momentum he showed, this person might not be inferior to him. As for the real fight, Niu Dali was not fully sure that he could win against the opponent.

I can't help but wonder in my heart, what is going on in this world?
Before meeting Meng Zhao, he was considered an invincible little strongman. After meeting Meng Zhao, he met one strongman after another, which almost knocked out his self-confidence.

However, Meng Zhao, who was seated next to Li Xingchen, was not affected at all. No matter how powerful Li Xingchen's aura was, or how terrifying the power of the tiny sword aura hovering around him was, when it touched within three feet of Meng Zhao's body, Everything was resolved like spring breeze and rain.

Meng Zhao even handed the teacup, which was still steaming with white mist, to his lips with great interest, and took a sip.

It is true that Li Xingchen's aura is strong, terrifying, and his aura has a sense of majesty, vastness, and overwhelming power, which makes the aura of the person facing this aura lose three points in vain.

However, Meng Zhao's current cultivation and attainments can be said to be the pinnacle of congenital martial arts, unrivaled. In his opinion, although the opponent's methods are a bit impressive, they are still a little immature.

At this moment, at the passage of the stairs on the second floor of the inn, a middle-aged man dressed in black, holding a sword in his arms, and with long hair tied up in a silver hair band, appeared.

His appearance was covered by a gust of sword energy, no matter how good-sighted it was, it was difficult to see his facial features clearly.

He is also tall and slender, like a sword that has been tempered thousands of times, with a restrained edge.

What's even more strange is that this person's sense of existence is extremely weak. He is standing at the corner of the very eye-catching stairs on the second floor, but no one has noticed his existence, as if there is no such person at all.

The strength of his cultivation and the mystery of his methods are not innate and can be speculated by ordinary people.

This person is the one that Meng Zhao felt intuitively when he first stepped into the teahouse.

At the same time, he is also the master whom Li Xingchen met when he was 16 years old just now when he described his life.

And the moment he appeared, Meng Zhao, who had always been calm and unrestrained, turned his head and cast his eyes on this person. A pair of purple pupils bursting out with unprecedented light, and the tea in his hand was even more intense because of being too intense. The reaction splashed out and landed on Meng Zhao's body, but was bounced away by an invisible qi.

"This person, this person, feels almost the same as the three great masters I saw when I was in the magic meeting in the Bishui Immortal Palace. He must also be a strong master. The Li family really deserves to be a descendant of the medieval royal family, with a profound heritage! "

Meng Zhao regarded Li Xingchen as just a young boy with a lot of vigor. Although he was a junior in terms of age, in terms of martial arts, it was normal for him to look down on him.

Li Xingchen is indeed a rare genius, a strong man with extraordinary talent, and his cultivation is superb, but in fact he is only slightly inferior to him.
Of course, cultivation is only cultivation, cultivation is only the foundation, and cultivation does not represent too much.

In terms of foundation, combat power, and true martial arts, Meng Zhao can crush this so-called genius.

After all, he can be regarded as a strong man killed from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. He has fought countless strong men and killed many people, but Li Xingchen is different.

Although he has extraordinary talent and extraordinary strength, he is only a practicing family son, so he can be called a master, not a strong one.

I have only heard of strong men who have been killed, but never heard of strong men who have been practiced. Although martial arts is a way to improve and transform, it is also a way to kill. Compared with the old and spicy Meng Zhao, Li Xingchen is like a newborn calf. It's too tender.

Therefore, the moment Meng Zhaocai discovered the middle-aged master swordsman, he turned his attention to this person, but ignored Li Xingchen, leaving only a trace of guarding.

However, his behavior completely enraged Li Xingchen, causing this young man who had always regarded himself as the arrogance of heaven to erupt like a volcano, out of control.

In fact, Meng Zhao didn't pay much attention to him. Before the big battle, he was distracted and focused on other people. This undoubtedly showed that the other party didn't take himself seriously at all.

"One mountain and one sea, one hidden dragon, and one mountain of swords."

Under the accumulation of anger in his heart, Li Xingchen surged out with blazing and majestic zhenqi, pointed at Meng Zhao as a sword, and pointed his sword finger straight at Meng Zhao.

At the fingertips there was a gleam of crystal light, and a crystal-like sword stalked out, turning into more than ten feet long and pressing down on Meng Zhao.

(End of this chapter)