Chapter 52

The city that Qingling and yuwentian visited this time is called red city.

Red city, in the city Lord's mansion.

"Chen'er, you are an immortal sword. Now your accomplishments have reached the terrible purple mansion nine heaven. You don't have to work so hard every day. You should pay attention to the combination of work and rest." Said the Lord to his nephew.

The face of sword dust is as handsome as a knife, and a pair of dark eyes are as bright as stars.

Holding a green lightsaber, he just stood there as if he were a sharp sword that could break the sky, and his whole body was sending out amazing sword ideas all the time.

Unless he can converge, no one can get close to him within ten meters.

"Uncle, I know." Jianchen nodded: "I am the real leader of the younger generation in the magic sea world. The son of heaven, who has become famous recently, I think he is definitely not my opponent."

The Lord of red city nodded: "of course, you are not only an immortal sword in all, but also have the cultivation of Zifu jiuchongtian at the age of 25. This is an achievement achieved without using any resources. I'm sure that yuwentian is a lot worse than you."

Jianchen smiled proudly: "there is no one in the world that I pay attention to. I was born for the sword and pursue the eternity of Kendo all my life."

"Uncle, I thought I would leave red city for some time." Sword dust suddenly said.

"What's the matter?" The city Lord was surprised and asked quickly. After all, in his eyes, his amazing nephew has become his dependence.

"Uncle, I said that I want to pursue the highest mystery of kendo. I can't shrink in the small red city forever. The broader world outside is what I yearn for and can stimulate my enthusiasm." Jianchen said very seriously.

The leader of the red city is also an open-minded man. When he heard his nephew say so, he sighed and said, "yes, with your talent, don't say it's this small red city. I believe even the big magic sea world can't trap you. After all, you have to soar above the nine days like an eagle."

"When you want to leave, just go. My uncle just hopes you can always remember that red city is your root." The Lord of red city looked at the red maple leaf in the yard, and his eyes couldn't help feeling lonely.

"Thank you for your understanding. Chen Er will be the strongest in kendo." The sword dust is as deep as the stars, and the eyes emit firm and incomparable light.

In the quiet courtyard, Jianchen wiped the green lightsaber in his hand very carefully.

Jianchen looked at the green lightsaber as if he were looking at his lover. The intoxicated attitude was incomprehensible.

In the red city, Qingling and yuwentian quietly approached the city master's house.

"Elder martial sister, do you want to suck the blood of the city Lord?" Yu Wentian asked.

"The city Lord should be the most powerful martial artist in the red city. I always choose powerful martial artists to suck blood. I'm not as hungry as you." Qingling said unhappily.

"Elder martial sister, I'm not trying to practice the blood magic formula, otherwise you think I'll suck some blood." Yuwen said faintly.

"Well, stop talking. Let's kill the city master first, and then talk about others." The green Spirit said faintly.

Qingling and Yuwen stepped into the city Lord's residence of red city a few days ago, and were immediately sensed by the sword dust in the city Lord's residence.

"Hmm? It's interesting that there are martial artists of this level sneaking into the city master's residence." Sword dust collected the green lightsaber in his hand, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a smile.

It seems that he has been lonely for a long time and can't find an opponent. Now, a powerful martial artist has sent him to the door.

When Yu Wentian stepped into the city Lord's residence, he felt a burst of uneasiness in his heart.

"What's going on? Are there any strong men in the city Lord's residence?" Yu Wentian was surprised.

In the courtyard of the city Lord's residence, Jianchen stood in the center of the yard at will and quietly looked at yuwentian and Qingling who came in, as if he had expected them to come in and wait here intentionally.

Jianchen glanced at them. He was keenly aware of the extraordinary of yuwentian. As for the green spirit of jiuchongtian cultivation in Zifu, Jianchen didn't care much.

At the moment when Qingling saw the sword dust, she immediately stopped. She could feel that the young man holding the sword in front of her was definitely a strong man.

Yu Wentian is firm in his inner guess, looking at the young man who exudes incomparably pure breath in front of him.

At this time, Jianchen's uncle came out, saw the situation in front of him, and keenly felt something wrong.

Jianchen said, "uncle, don't worry about it. These two people are left to me."

The red city Lord nodded and kept everyone away. He trusted his nephew 100%.

"Tell me, what do you mean by sneaking into my city master's residence?" Sword dust asked casually.

"Elder martial sister, this man seems a little powerful. Why don't we withdraw?" Yu Wentian ignored the sword dust and said to Qingling.

Qingling has her own pride. She will never allow herself to retreat without fighting. She immediately shook her head and said, "no, although the people in front of me are powerful, I am also confident that I can win."

"Just stand aside and watch. Remember to stay away from it. Don't hurt you." Qingling added.

"Well, well, you fight, I'll watch." Yuwentian shook his head silently. He felt that he was very likely to make a move later.

Qingling then turned his cold eyes to Jianchen: "I want to say that we just sneaked into the city master's house to play. Do you believe it?"

"And I didn't think there was a strong man like you in the city Lord's residence. It's really amazing."

Jianchen chuckled, "I'm everywhere. I don't believe what you say, but now it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, because there must be a war between us. Are you right?"

"Yes, let's fight." Qingling said coldly and proudly.

"The momentum is very good, but I don't think you are my opponent." Jianchen chuckled, then seemed to pick up the green lightsaber at random. Suddenly, a sharp sword idea rushed up from Jianchen, and the omnipresent sword idea pierced the surrounding ground.

Jianchen has this self-confidence. He practices sword. His attack power is unparalleled. He is even more arrogant among all people in the same cultivation.

This amazing sword idea also made Qingling's face slightly changed.

"Blood devil palm!"

When qinglington stopped hesitating and tried his best to urge the blood magic formula. The breath on his body rose to the extreme. With one palm of his hands, a blood red handprint cut through the void and bombarded the sword dust.

The power of this blood seal is extremely concise, and the space is shaking. The blood red light is spreading between heaven and earth, and the power is extremely terrible.

"What a powerful force. It is worthy of being the martial artist of the nine heavy days in the purple mansion." Yu Wentian, who retreated to one side, muttered to himself, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

After feeling this power, Jianchen's face was also slightly moved: "the smell of magic, tut Tut, it seems that you are not the right people. This smell is very similar to the legendary blood demon sect."

"But all this is just slag for me." Jianchen's body exudes the sword meaning. His eyes are as sharp as a sword. He tightly locks the blood mark, wrists shake slightly, and then suddenly cuts out with a sword.

There was a dazzling silver light in the sky, which sent out infinite cutting meaning, as if the sky could be split by this sword.

Boom!

At the next moment, the blood handprint and the sharp sword light of the sword dust collided in the air, and a crisp cutting sound broke out. Only a "click" sound was heard, and the blood red handprint made by Qingling was split in half by the sharp silver white sword light.

Seeing this scene, Qingling's indifferent face also became dignified. Although she had perceived the strength of Jianchen, the scene in front of her was still beyond her expectation.

Because the bloody handprint just now seems simple. In fact, it is urged by Qingling who has exhausted most of his strength in his body. His attack power is absolutely unparalleled, but he didn't expect to be split in half by the other party.

"Ha ha! Don't be surprised. It was just my random blow, so you will never be my opponent." Sword dust said calmly.

"What a strong sword." Yuwentian saw that the silver white sword light disappeared, but he still left a strong sword meaning in the air. It was terrible.

Yu Wentian's face also became dignified. The sword dust gave him the feeling that the whole person was a sharp sword.

"There are still such young masters in the red city. It seems that I underestimated the people in the world before." Yu Wentian sighed.

Qingling took a deep breath, her complexion became extremely cold, and the whole person continued to emit an extremely cold breath. At the same time, an incomparably magical breath also penetrated from the void around her, and her face became more strange.

"Blood magic formula" was urged to the extreme by her at this moment. Infinite red light shone around her. Qingling seemed to be shrouded in a blood red light.

"Blood devil kills heaven!"

Qingling drank low in her mouth, and her hands kept printing. The change speed of one hand was so fast that there was no shadow. An inexplicable force in the void was pulled into her hands. At the same time, the majestic force in the Dantian was also madly gathered into her hands.

Boom!

At the next moment, a sword composed entirely of extreme power permeates out of the void. The whole sword is blood red, and the endless bloody smell emanates from it, making people sick.

"Go!"

The green spirit's slender jade hand moved forward fiercely, and the sword with infinite bloody breath suddenly turned into a dazzling red, penetrated the void and cut it quickly.