Primordial Devouring Technique

Chapter 1230 Chen Niba?
On Tianwu's side, all the group cultivators were stunned again.

Another sword!
Two people in a row couldn't catch each other's sword!
You know, the combat power of the previous Holy King of the Ministry of War was definitely outstanding, but he was still defeated.

Could it be that the Tianwu Continent is really in decline, and there is a big gap with the Zhongtian Continent.

Commander Sun's face completely darkened.

The other holy kings of the Ministry of War were also extremely angry.

"Haha, the martial arts in the Tianwu Continent are really vulnerable, and I am greatly disappointed."

Chen Wuji laughed in the field holding his sword, and looked at Tianwu Qunxiu provocatively.

"His sword skills are so strong, he is obviously a master of sword skills!" Ying Tianzhu and Bing Yu said in surprise.

Bai Yinglan was furious, she is now at the second level of the Holy King Realm, if she advances to the third level, she may not be able to defeat this official.

Ye Xuan also frowned slightly, he wanted to fight and kill this person, but his cultivation was not at the same level as him.

Tianwu's other high-strength saint kings also looked ugly, but unfortunately their cultivation has surpassed the third heaven of the saint king realm, and they were unable to fight.

"Hey, Brother Sun, you have already killed two people in a row, do you still want to send people to compete?" Fang Yan said with a smile.

Sun He's face darkened, and he looked back, "Who wants to fight?"

The Tianwu group cultivators were slightly silent, and those third-level saint kings who were caught by Commander Sun bowed their heads in silence.

The former Holy King of the Ministry of War was already extremely powerful, and he couldn't resist the opponent's sword. If they were to fight again, they really had no confidence in winning.

Once defeated, the opponent's sword will kill the challenger, who dares to fight easily.

Although anger feels humiliating, it is nothing compared to life.

"Hey, let me, an old bone, go meet him."

Suddenly, a sigh sounded.

Everyone looked and saw a white-haired old man walking out slowly.

He was stooped, trembling, and looked like he was about to return to the West in his old age.

"Great Elder! Are you going to fight?"

"Grandpa, no!!"

The people beside the white-haired old man suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

The old man waved his hand to stop several people from dissuading him.

"Hehe, this old man was also a sword cultivator at the end of the world, since he encountered a sword cultivator in a fight, how can he not fight! Sword cultivators of my generation would rather die fighting than live on their knees!"

When the old man spoke the second half of the sentence, the fierce aura on his body suddenly broke out, and the cultivation base of the Tianwu group was moved, and even Ye Xuan was shocked.

My generation of sword cultivators will definitely die in battle, but I cannot live on my knees! !
"Okay! Brother, no matter whether you win or lose this battle, you are a well-deserved sword guard!" Although Commander Sun is much stronger than the old man, he is still regarded as an equal.

The old man nodded, and walked towards the field step by step amidst the tragic expressions of the descendants of the tribe.

"Haha, is there no one left in Tianwu, and actually sent an old man who is about to die to fight!?"

On the side of Zhongtian Qunxiu, when they saw an old and thin spoiled old man walking out tremblingly, they burst into laughter.

They saw that the old man was wearing a wide and long Taoist robe, and a alchemist hat on his head. His two eyebrows were long and thin, and the corners of his eyebrows were upturned, as if he was mourning. The corners of his mouth drooped, as if he had just died. My wife looks sad.

The old man held a wooden sword in one hand, and his whole body was like a kite in the wind, only a gust of wind could blow him away.

The old man walked into the arena, clasped his hands, and said out of breath, "Below...below, Chen Niba..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhongtian Qunxiu laughed loudly: "I don't even have the energy to speak! What a scary name!"

"Hey, old man, is your wooden sword okay? Is it for the grandson to play with? You'd better go back and lay the dead body, don't embarrass yourself here!"

'Chen Niba' ignored them, but said slowly to Chen Wuji: "Xiao Chenzi, I don't have any weapons, only this wooden sword in my hand can barely see people. We are also considered as the same Home, you can use your sword."

Chen Wuji showed doubts on his face, always feeling that something was wrong.

And the clansmen of 'Chen Niba' all showed strange expressions.

Ye Xuan was stunned, and then he was speechless, "Chen your father?"

"You're looking for death!" Chen Wuji's expression darkened, and he suddenly realized that the other party was taking advantage of him.

Chen Wuji slashed out with a sword, the sword energy was soaring, and the sharpness was three points better than the previous two swords!
"Ahem, as a swordsman, you get angry too easily."

When Chen Niba saw the sword slashing, he still didn't forget to say the last word. At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed blood on the wooden sword.

In an instant, the wooden sword suddenly came alive, twisting itself, as if desperately sucking Chen Niba's blood, and Chen Niba's face became more and more miserable and old, with two eyebrows drooping. Even more powerful.

Lin Zejie was well-informed, and when he saw the true appearance of this sword, he suddenly lost his voice in astonishment: "Nine Yin Tongmu Sword!"

Ye Xuan raised his brows when he heard this, Tongmu, could it be made from the wood of the Tongtian God Tree.

I saw that once the Jiuyintongmu sword in Chen Niba's hand was stained with blood, a shrill and cold scream suddenly came out from the sword body, just like the long cry of a night owl, which made everyone on the field shudder with horror Upside down.

The Nine Yin Tongmu Sword struggled vigorously in the hands of 'Chen Niba', like a ghost trying to pounce on its target.

'Chen Niba' shouted loudly, and also slashed out with a sword, facing the silver sword aura that soared to the sky.

When he slashed out with the sword, the sword energy was twisted like a snake, and one after another ferocious and ferocious faces couldn't help showing in it.

boom!
The two sword qi collided in the sky, but neither dissipated. The wooden sword of the old man who called himself "Chen Niba" continuously released gray-black smoke. Puff away.

And Chen Wuji's face also became ugly, and the sword energy all over his body continued to pour into his own silver sword energy.

At this moment, everyone on both sides raised their heads, watching the two sword qi fighting in the air.

Chen Wuji's sword aura is like a scorching silver sun, and the sword aura of 'Chen Niba' is Ghost Moon.

But just when Tianwu thought that the old man might win.

Chen Wuji suddenly sneered and said, "You old guy, you first angered me with your words to make my sword intent appear flawed, and then hit the strongest sword with your blood essence, trying to win by surprise, but you are too old, now I will send it to you!" You go west!"

Whoa!
The next moment, Chen Wuji also spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale slightly, but his sword energy soared, and the light radiated so much that it became a real silver sun, tearing apart all the sword energy of the old man, and crashing down , completely submerged the old man's figure.

"Big elder!!"

"grandfather!!"

Exclaiming in grief, the old man's descendants showed pain, Commander Sun and many others in Tianwu also sighed softly.

Ye Xuan's face was gloomy, and the murderous intent in his eyes became intense.

(End of this chapter)