Why do they always think that I am the hidden immortal emperor?

News spread like wildfire that the two immortals were going to fight in full public view.

At this time, no one will think about such a meaningless war anymore.

After all, what happened before in the deserted world is still vivid in his mind.

If Jian Chen is killed by Quan Yi, I am afraid that no one or force will be able to fight against Buddhism in the Zhongzhou Immortal Cultivation World.

No one wants to accept such an outcome.

Jian Chen and Quan Yi tested each other in the secret realm for a long time.

The entire secret realm became dilapidated.

It's completely unrecognizable to what it looked like at the beginning.

Large numbers of people left here quickly.

For fear of being affected by it.

But soon, this secret realm could no longer accommodate the contest between the two immortals.

They left the secret realm directly and headed to the outer sky of Tange Island.

Above the sky, everyone raised their heads, eagerly waiting for the battle to end.

No one dares to say for sure who will be the winner in the end.

But even the people from Ten Thousand Demons Tower hope that the final winner will be Jian Chen.

Even if this would greatly reduce the status of Huangshi, the righteous monks would become even more arrogant.

pity.

Backfired.

Only three days and three nights have passed.

In the sky, Jian Chen's face was already pale.

But the Quan Wei in front of him was releasing the powerful immortal power in his body, showing no signs of depression at all.

Jian Chen understood that if he continued like this, he would definitely not be able to win.

The final end may be even more miserable than the deserted world.

"Master Jian Chen, it seems that I am going to win. You know what I want. Master Huangshi should have told you."

Quan Yi declared victory for himself with an expressionless expression.

Jian Chen didn't say a word, his eyes contained a hint of madness that was not noticed by Quan Yi.

"I need your strength to challenge that man. If I win, you will also have a share of the credit."

"Ah."

Jian Chen smiled.

This was the first time he laughed out loud during the fight between the two.

And the laughter was very loud and full of mockery.

"You want to challenge that senior, but you are really wishful thinking, Bald Donkey. When you attend my gathering of heroes, you should have seen that the senior was here a few days ago. Just standing there makes people scared. Your courage, I was impressed at the time, but unfortunately, I really found the wrong person."

"Even if you really kill me and rob me of my power, so what? Do you know where I, the immortal, come from?"

As soon as these words came out, Quan Qi's face became gloomy.

He said silently: "I can see that in this day and age, the fact that you and the owner of the Ten Thousand Demons Tower can become immortals must not be due to your own merits, but because of that man."

"You're smart."

Jian Chen stretched out the hand that was not holding the sword, pushed back the hair scattered on his forehead, and poured the elixir from a small bottle into his mouth.

"You wishful thinking fellow, I will make it impossible for you to disturb your seniors, because your challenge will end here with me!"

Before he finished speaking, Jian Chen's body disappeared into the air.

No matter how Quan Qi searched, he could not find his location. It was as if he disappeared out of thin air and completely left this world.

But that kind of thing is not possible.

In order to prevent Jian Chen from escaping this world.

At the very beginning of the battle, he used his own ability to release the immortal magic. Even if Jian Chen wanted to escape, he could not leave the scope of the Eight Desolate Realms.

But now he has completely disappeared, not even a trace of breath is left.

"Interesting, but that's not enough."

Quan Yi opened his third eye between his eyebrows, and the majestic immortal power dyed the sky within tens of thousands of miles with the golden color of Buddha's light.

And in this location tens of thousands of miles away, he finally found a trace.

"This is a sword..."

Sudden.

Quan Yi's body suddenly shook, and his vision became extremely clear.

And he finally understood where Jian Chen had gone.

He didn't run.

right around here.

It's not just him at this moment.

Even the monks on the ground could see it clearly.

On the ninth floor of No.90 on Tiange Island.

No place where outsiders have gone.

A sword attracted everyone's attention.

Even Ye Jiu looked over curiously.

Jian Chen stood on the highest point of Tange Island.

One floor above the 99th floor.

Level 1, the outermost platform.

He put his hand on the sword and twisted it hard.

Everyone heard a shrill buzz.

Hear the sound and look.

Above the sky.

Countless swords were born out of thin air and attacked him in completely different combinations of sword formations of countless types.

"Bald Donkey, this is a performance gift I prepared for my senior. Now it's just right for you to be the actor!"

Jian Chen's eyes had no color.

It's completely gray and black.

This is the result of using the sword forcefully.

The supreme sword.

It is the most hidden secret realm in the deepest part of the Supreme Sword Sect, and only a few people know about it.

There, there is the foundation of the Supreme Sword Sect.

That is this supreme sword.

His existence is an important reason for the Supreme Sword Sect to be strong to this day.

Whatever is sacrificed can be transformed into a sword.

Even a small insect can be turned into a sword of the same size as a small insect with spiritual power.

With unlimited sacrifices, the Supreme Sword Sect will never lack powerful spiritual swords.

As long as a talented sword cultivator is born in the sect, the sect masters in the past generations will ask for his blood and spiritual power, combine them with heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and let him transform into an exclusive sword.

And now.

The countless spiritual swords that Jian Chen summoned were not sacrifices of any kind.

But everything about him.

Cultivation, sword eye, dust sword, and even...

As the spiritual root of a cultivator!

The moment he twisted the sword, Jian Chen was no longer a monk.

But he didn't feel any sadness. Instead, he sat on the ground and laughed happily.

Totally furious.

He could see why Jian Chen did everything.

Without cultivation, what's the point even if I kill him?

Get a mortal corpse?

"Donor! You are so disappointing!"

Thousands of Vajra Dharma forms based on him were summoned, and then they chanted unknown Dharma together.

Followed by.

Six arms grew from behind him, each holding a pestle for subduing demons.

Rich immortal power surged from his body towards the surroundings, filling the nearby space.

All the spiritual swords touched by this magical power turned into scraps, scattered on the ground, and turned into mundane objects.

"A majestic swordsman! You actually gave up your pride and didn't dare to fight with me! Jian Chen! You are not as good as the desolate world!"

The words sounded like thunder, and people heard them clearly.

Jian Chen stood there blankly, looking at the falling sword rain.

"Master...lost..."

Chapter 415·A little lesson

Jian Chen lost.

He sat tiredly next to the supreme sword, his eyes lowered, breathing heavily.

But there was still a smile on his face.

In his heart, he had indeed lost this battle, but could Quan Yi win?

Weird.

What Quan Yi wants is his power.

But he exhausted all his power and now he was like a mortal. He couldn't get what he wanted at all, so he didn't win either.

That's enough.

After Quan Yi destroyed the countless spiritual swords, he flew towards him with a gloomy face.

When the Supreme Sword Sect monks in the distance saw this scene, they didn't care about anything else and rushed forward to stop him.

But how could it be so easy to stop Quan Di when he was in a rage?

Everyone was hit to the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead, except Kenshin.

He was trembling all over, and that completely different blow just now forced many of his brothers and sisters who were stronger than him in cultivation and strength to run away to save their lives.

He was the only one who persisted. His body standing in mid-air was covered in scars and blood was dripping down his body. It was obviously just a candle in the wind.

But even so, he still did not let go of the hand holding the sword, and there was no hint of fear in his eyes, but determination.

Jian Chen who was staying behind looked at Jian Xin, painfully wanting him to leave quickly and not to lose his life because of him.

After all, the future of the Supreme Sword Sect still depends on him.