Chapter 1552

Mu Hanyan knew that Jian Wuchen was one of the two most promising saints to take over the throne of the Lord because of his high status in the past. But she was relieved when she thought about the clean sword when he was recovering. You know, at that time, his meridians had just come back to life, and he was far from cured. The sword was full of great meaning. Now his injuries are gradually healed, and his cultivation must have recovered a lot. If Ao Fangchen dares to despise him as before, he may suffer a great loss.

For the two men's fight, mu Hanyan is a bit looking forward to it. Of course, she also knew that Jian Wuchen's wound was healed, so she would have such expectation. People who didn't know it would be different.

"Elder Ao, the Lord has an order. Without his permission, no one can step on shengjianfeng. Do you want to fight against the Lord?" Seeing the anger in aofangchen's eyes, Jin Qisheng is more worried and shouts.

"Hum, my apprentice was seriously injured by the cold smoke, and my cultivation was exhausted. Today, even if the Lord is here, I will get justice." Aofangchen didn't take Jin Qisheng seriously at all, said coldly.

"Justice, what is justice? According to you, you are justice. If I say I am justice?" Sword dust-free light said.

"It's up to you, a useless man, to say that. Draw your sword. I'll see what you, a useless man, have the right to say justice in front of me." Aofangchen said and slowly took out the sword, a sword toward the sword no dust cut.

Although my heart is full of disdain for sword Wuchen, I will not despise any opponent because of my thousands of years of cultivation experience and mood. This sword still exerts 90% of its strength. The reason why I have a little spare strength is to prevent him from being killed by mistake.

With one sword, the whole world seems to be split in two by the Shentian sword.

Under the power of the sword, some young people with lower accomplishments even fell to the ground with their legs softened, and their faces turned pale. Fortunately, aowuchen's mind was locked on jianwuchen's body at this time. Otherwise, the power of the sword alone would make them shake their inner organs and vomit blood on the spot.

Ao Fangchen's coming to shengjianfeng is not small. Many of the children of the holy court come to watch the news. They are hostile to Mu Hanyan and others, and naturally they want to see them suffer. But they didn't dare to violate the Lord's ban. They all stayed at the foot of holy sword peak.

Although the distance is still far away, they still feel the power of Ao Fangchen's sword. Many people are so scared that they almost turn around and run away.

"Be careful!" Jin Qisheng was also shocked and couldn't help exclaiming.

With aofangchen's reputation and qualifications, he seldom has a chance to make a move. Therefore, even he saw his move for the first time and realized that the name of Shenlao was not a false name. Aofangchen's strength was so terrible.

The guard of Zhuang Ping'an and other gods changed his face greatly, and his eyes were full of worry.

"Kendo, no dust!" In their worried eyes, sword dust also cut out.

This sword is so light, so weightless, but it is so holy and flawless, as if it is one with heaven and earth.

Under the holy sword, everyone felt light. Aowuchen's way was originally a sword with awe inspiring killing intention. In an instant, there was no chance to kill. It became so mediocre that it was cut from it by jianwuchen's seemingly light sword.

The remaining energy of the sword is not reduced, and it is cleaving on aofangchen's chest.

"Poof!" Aofangchen even retreated a few steps, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"This is my justice." Sword dust-free sword points to aofangchen, light said, as if detached from the world, beyond the nine days.

"No dust sword, his wound is really good, really good..." Looking at the majestic and inviolable sword, Jin Qisheng was stuck in a dullness and murmured to himself.

It suddenly occurred to Jin Qisheng that he had felt such a clean sword meaning just after the last time when mu Hanyan spoke wildly, but he didn't believe it at that time. He thought it was his own illusion.

It was not until then that he realized that it was not an illusion, that mu Hanyan was not just talking freely, nor was she arrogant. From then on, she had already treated jianwuchen for his injuries, otherwise, jianwuchen would never recover to such a degree.

The children of the holy court at the foot of the holy sword peak were also stunned. The meridians of the sword Wuchen's right arm were all destroyed. It's no secret in the holy court. For thousands of years, no number of Saint tingdan's doctors have healed his wounds, but they have come back in vain. It's no secret. Even in the eyes of some people, sword dust-free is just a waste of people, and staying in the holy court is a waste of resources.

No one would have thought that the injuries that countless Saint Tintin doctors racked their brains to cure would suddenly be healed. After the injury, the sword was clean, and its strength was so terrible, and its status was aloof. Ao Fangchen, who was known as the old God, could not even take one of his swords.

"Your wound was healed!" Aofangchen wiped the bloodstain on the corner of his mouth and said hatefully.

In the war with the temple thousands of years ago, the old masters of the holy court were killed and injured badly. In this thousand years, with only a few of the old masters left to die one after another, Ao Fangchen's status became higher and higher, and he became more and more detached. Of course, he had fewer and fewer opportunities to fight with others. Many of the children of the holy court even think that he is one of the few great masters besides the Lord. However, they did not expect that he would be defeated in the hands of the sword with one stroke, which is undoubtedly a huge blow to his prestige.At this point, he also glared at Jin Qisheng. The recovery of Jian Wuchen's injury must have something to do with him. If he reminded himself, he would never have been defeated so miserably.

Jin Qisheng was shocked by aofangchen. He knew that he was misunderstood by the old man, but he could only smile bitterly. He also hoped that Jian Wuchen's wound was healed by his own hand. Unfortunately, it was all thanks to Mu Hanyan, which had nothing to do with him.

If you want to change someone else, maybe Jin Qisheng will explain it, but he knows that the things that he recognizes will never change with Fang Chen's arrogance. He will never believe how he explains himself, so he is too lazy to spend much time.

"Elder Ao, stop. We have been friends for thousands of years. Why should we hurt our friendship for the sake of the younger generation? What's more, it was originally because of the jade hall. Let's let the younger generation settle their grudges by themselves. " Sword no dust take back long sword, leisurely say.

He and AO Fangchen have known each other for thousands of years, and he doesn't want to be completely upset because of this.

"It's up to them to solve the problem. Hum, it's easy for you to say that the sword is clean. Yutang's cultivation is ruined by the cold smoke. How can he solve the problem himself?" Proud square dust cold hums to say.

"Then you will never let go of the cold smoke?" The sword has no dust to sink a voice to say, the hand grasped the sword handle again.

Although he didn't want to break up with aofangchen, he would never let him get cold.

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