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Main Text Chapter 189 Invitation to Discuss Swords

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    The night is bleak.

    The cold wind blows the long street.

    The figures of many masters of Mu Tiansi swayed, vigorously drumming, guarding Zhan Antong in the center, looking fearfully at Qiye standing in front of the inn window.

    All of them looked shocked.

    Zhan Antong took a long breath, and the flesh and blood in the hole in his chest squirmed, and granulation sprouts quickly grew out, like many tentacles entangled together, blocking the bloody hole the size of a fist.

    But Zhan Antong also seemed to be one size smaller.

    His face was gloomy, and his cold eyes turned to Qiye, turning a deaf ear to Qiye's inquiry.

    Staring at the soul-locking bell in Qiye's palm, Zhan Antong didn't say anything nonsense about asking the other party to return it.

    He is not so naive yet.

    The force displayed by the same seven nights also made him turbulent.

    Although he believed too much in the power of the soul-locking bell, thinking that he had captured Qiye's soul, it was inevitable that he was a little negligent, but the opponent severely injured him with a single blow, and the amazing speed and cultivation he showed, Zhan Antong thought to himself.  He was engrossed, and he wasn't sure enough to take it.

    Sword Lord Qiye is much stronger than he expected.

    Although Da Chong is like a cloud of masters, he can reach Qixiang, and there are only a handful of people at the top level of Baxiang. These few people may not be stronger than Zhan Antong.

    "Perhaps, this time, I really need to invite the old man who moves the sword."

    Zhan An's face sank like water.

    "Walk!"

    With a low shout, Zhan Antong waved his hands to the group of masters, but before they could take a step, there was a whistling sound in the void, the air was boiling, and streams of fine and sharp energy emerged, and fell down like a gust of wind.

    Zhan An and the others looked condensed, but the rain-like strength was like an invisible gas mask, drawing a circle around them, cracking the ground inch by inch, and breaking deep cracks.

    "Did I let you go?"

    Qiye's faint words reached everyone's ears.

    Zhan Antong looked ugly: "What do you want? Don't forget what this place is. As long as I raise my arms and shout, thousands of masters will flock here. Do you think you can get it right?"

    "There's no need to bluff, and I won't do anything to you. Besides, wasn't it Your Excellency who struck first?" Qiye looked indifferent, holding the soul-locking bell in his palm: "I just want to know the origin of this thing, can you help me?"  Answer one or two."

    Zhan Antong's eyes were cold, and he stared at Qiye coldly. After all, he didn't choose to make a move, and said, "I don't know."

    Qiyeyi raised his eyebrows: "I don't know?"

    "The thing is already in your hands, so there is no need for Zhan to lie to you." Zhan Antong said indifferently: "Even the name 'Soul Lock Bell' was imposed by later generations. No one knows the origin of this bell. Maybe it is  The magic weapon refined by those ancient immortals"

    "That's all Zhan knows. If you want to do it, do it as soon as possible."

    Qiye held the bell in his palm, shook his head and said: "You don't need to do anything, you are not my target, please give me a word to Aurora Sword Master, I will wait for him here for three days, after three days, if he doesn't come  , I went to find him in the palace"

    "On the sword!"

    The Aurora Sword Master is regarded as a god in Dachong, and is extremely honorable. All the masters of Mu Tiansi were sullen when they heard the words. Zhan Antong sneered: "If you want to seek death, Zhan will help you."

    As the figures of Zhan An and his group disappeared into the night, Qiye's gaze refocused on the soul-locking bell.

    In fact, he didn't pay much attention to the effect of the bell's intoxication.

    As a paper puppet, he is naturally immune to this, and Pei Yuan's spiritual power is not inferior to ordinary true Taoists, and this soul-locking bell will not affect him.

    What Qiye pays attention to is the spirituality contained in the bell, such a powerful spiritual fluctuation, for so long, all the spiritual things I have seen are better than the lovesickness knife.

    "It's related to the ancient immortal"

    Qiye muttered to himself, flicked the bell with his fingers, and the crisp sound swayed in the silent night sky.

    Like a signal, the pedestrians who were frozen on the street and the guests in the inn and restaurant moved again, and noisy sounds came from all directions.

    The quiet long street suddenly became bustling again.

    Not long after, a heart-piercing scream came from the inn: "My inn"

    This is when the innkeeper discovered the broken roof, collapsed and broken tiles.

    Dachong Palace.

    ?As the master of Mu Tiansi, Zhan Antong has the right to walk freely in the palace.Without changing anything, he went directly to see King Da Chong and reported everything that happened tonight.

    "Really? That swordsman is so fierce that even Mr. Zhan is not his opponent?"

    King Da Chong was a little surprised when he heard this, and looked at Zhan Antong's bloody chest with a solemn face. The wound was hideous and bloody.

    "The subordinate is incompetent, please punish the king!"

    Zhan Antong was respectful and meticulous, even in terms of cultivation, he could smack King Da Chong to death with one palm.

    ? King Dachong was about thirty years old, and his cultivation had entered the Five Elephants. He was able to sit on the throne, thanks to the support of the Aurora Sword Master.

    "This is not a crime of war, Mr. Zhan does not need to blame himself." King Da Chong shook his head, and said again: "This man is so menacing, I'm afraid I'm really tired and Uncle Wang will take action."

    King Da Chong sighed: "You and I go to visit Uncle Wang together."

    Immediately, the two walked through the courtyard and went straight to the deep palace. After a while, they arrived in front of a palace completely shrouded in night without any lights.

    King Da Chong, Zhan Antong raised his eyes, but saw that the palace gate was closed, and the inside was like a dark pool, swallowing all the light.

    The two of them stood with their heads bowed and hands down without saying a word.

    "What's the matter?" An indifferent voice came from the dark palace gate.

    "Uncle Wang, my nephew didn't mean to disturb Uncle Wang's practice, something really urgent happened" King Da Chong said hastily.

    "explain."

    When King Da Chong heard the words, he didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly explained the matter.

    "Sword Lord Seven Nights? Interesting, I haven't walked around the rivers and lakes for a few years, is there someone who doesn't take me seriously?"

    With a soft "hum", the palace door slowly opened, and a faint figure seemed to come from a different dimension, one foot landed, and suddenly the dark world lit up with light, like a sun rising, endless  Radiance and scorching heat spilled out.

    With a bang, King Da Chong fell to his knees directly, and Zhan Antong was also sweating on his forehead, his throat was dry, and he felt the overwhelming pressure, which made him bow down involuntarily.

    At the same time, he felt a gaze sweep across his whole body, especially the chest wound that froze for a moment, making his whole body tremble like an electric shock.

    "What a fast sword, what a sharp sword intent!"

    In the faint words, there was a figure in white clothes like snow standing in front of the palace gate. His eyes were indifferent, like a god who lived nine days high, looking down.

    "Uncle Wang, have you entered the true way?" Seeing such power, King Da Chong trembled and blurted out.

    "The truth"

    Zhan Yangyao, the sword master of the aurora, looked up at the sky and night with his hands behind his back, his white clothes fluttering with the breeze, and he whispered to himself, seemingly with infinite emotion.

    He slowly stretched out a hand, grasped into the night sky, and then closed his five fingers, with a faint tone: "Although it seems to be within reach, it is still a little close"

    "There is a small difference, even after years of hard work, I hope that the so-called Sword Lord is strong enough to put more pressure on me!"

    "Go! Tell him, tomorrow is the right time, on the Qushui, come to fight!"

    ?
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