Chapter 15 Against Heaven

Butterfly dance can no longer think about it. Such a thing, or such facts, has broken through its cognitive scope.

At this time, the left-hand sword god has completely fallen into fear, and the ominous premonition is even stronger. At this time, the body and the giant sword seemed to be wrapped in a layer of iron-cast stone figs, leaving the situation of waiting for death. This feeling is that the left-hand sword god has not suffered such suppression after becoming famous except in his youth.

The long line of white bones like thousands of troops and horses slowly stuffed the whole Koizumi City. Under the dark demon moon, Koizumi Castle completely presented a white scene. There is no other color except white. In the eyes of the sword clan, except for a few people in front of them, there are only overwhelming white bones, and these white bones are still shrugged and open their teeth and claws. Missing arms and broken legs. It seems that a person with a firm belief like the sword clan shudders.

"I found a strange phenomenon?" The butterfly dance looked at the Soege swordsman with some fear.

"What's going on?" The swordsman asked in a low voice.

"Up to now, there has been no living person in Xiaoquan City except us and the evil spirit clan." After the butterfly dance finished speaking, the silkworm soft sword in his hand couldn't help raising it a little.

When the butterfly dance said this, the sword clan came to its senses: "Are these white bones all people from Koizumi City, or are living people turned into white bones by the evil spirit clan?" As soon as the swords finished speaking, a wooden stick hit the swordsman's throat. The woman with the stick shouted harshly, "Kid, if you dare to say something bad about our clan, don't blame the stick in my hand and pierce your throat."

The sword clan was stunned. What kind of strength is this? I am in the middle of the eighth floor of the realm of Shuntian. Now I have been put on my chin with a wooden stick before I can react. Such a speed is not available for butterfly dance and sword flute.

"Who the hell are you?" The butterfly dance was also surprised by the other party's speed.

"We are an evil spirit clan." The woman in black who put a wooden stick against the swordsman's chin replied.

"Will it be the Pluto's person?" Dieyiwu looked disbelieving and threw her doubts to the Soege swordsman.

"You mean the one emperor, two halls, three villas, five laws, six regions and seven alien emperors." The swordsman looked at the butterfly dance doubtfully and replied to himself, "No, the Pluto has been sealed, and it is impossible to come out to move."

"It's just sealed, not completely killed."

"That's right." The swordsman agreed with the butterfly dance, and then shook his head: "It's impossible. I haven't heard whether the emperor is a woman or a magician with a magic wand."

"Do you remember the characteristics of the evil spirit clan?" The butterfly dance asked again.

"Don't remember? I have rarely read any books on this subject.

Cheng Ren Piaoxu put down the magic scepter in his hand, looked at the two people behind him angrily and funnyly, and put aside his black hair with one hand and exposed his right ear: "The mark of the evil spirit clan is the sharp short ear. And the elves are indeed long and pointed ears.

Sure enough, as Cheng Ren Piaoxu said, the sharp ear is the same size as the human ear, which is indeed very short compared with the elf clan. If Cheng Ren's fluttering had not leaked his ears, neither the sword clan and the butterfly dance would have been seen.

After listening to Cheng Ren's words, the sword clan and butterfly dance reluctantly put down a trace of suspicion and turned their eyes to the left-hand sword god. What is an awesome man? This is the awesome man, who succumbed without fighting. The sword god with his left hand threw away the huge sword and knelt on the ground respectfully and looked very panicked. And the direction of the left-hand sword god kneeling is Cheng Ren Piaoxu.

Just now, he was still showing off his power. A pair of my most awesome left-hand sword god in the world has now completely bowed down at the feet of Cheng Ren's floating. Think about what kind of existence the left-hand sword god is. At the peak of the tenth level of Shuntian Realm, even if the current Chinese first master sword is romantic, it has to be courteous. But now, he is completely like a slave at Cheng Ren's feet. This deepened the fear of the swordsman and the butterfly dance again.

At this time, I saw the wooden stick in Cheng Ren's hand and drew a knot on his chest. The heavy sword floated from the ground as if it had been summoned. It was very slow, but the huge sword seemed to resist. The body of the sword constantly made the sound of struggle, zheng, zheng and zheng, and a black luster appeared around the giant sword, under the dark demon moon, which made people feel extremely strange.

The huge sword that kept making a sound suddenly fell to the ground, and a black crystal separated from the sword body and stuck to the wooden stick. Cheng Ren turned the wooden stick, and immediately a woman in black took out the wooden box and followed the fragments.

A stream of sandalwood floated, which made the swordsman be sure that it was a sandalwood box. And the black fragment, the sword clan has noticed from the breath that it was the Xuanhun chasing jade fragment.

"What do you want to ask?" Cheng Ren turned around and looked at the swordsman and butterfly dance with a smile.

The two involuntarily took another step back and shook their heads desperately at the same time. I can't help praying in my heart. God, let me live tonight.

Cheng Ren Piaoxu was speechless when he saw the two people on their desperate vigilance. The magic scepter threw at the woman in black next to him: "It's almost dawn. Let's have breakfast together."

The sword clan and the butterfly dance looked at each other and nodded one after another. Do you want to refuse? The small drum in their hearts made the sound of table tennis. I don't have the strength, it's obvious.

Cheng Ren raised his hand and waved his hand, and many skeleton armies disappeared in the blink of an eye. The speed of retreat is not delayed at all, neat and uniform.

"Let's go." Cheng Ren glanced at the bird's eye view of Koizumi City and fell to the ground. Many women in black jumped off the roof one by one. There are 11 or 12 swordsmen.

The sky is white, and the demon sun rises from the east. The streets of Koizumi City also began to be sparsely populated.

"Where do you want to go?" Cheng Ren Piaoxu stood at the fork in the street and asked the two people behind him.

"Ask us?" The butterfly dance pointed to himself and looked left and right, with a blank face.

"But it's up to the seniors." Seeing that Cheng Ren was so kind, the stone fell to the ground in the heart of the sword clan.

"Then find a small stall." After saying that, Cheng Ren Piaoxu led the way alone in front of him.

Then the light from the demon yang, the sword clan finally saw Cheng Ren's floating back clearly, and awe arose spontaneously. With a thin finger on his waist, a head of black silk fell straight to the ground, which is the longest hair the swordsman has ever seen in his life. Chengren's flutter walking in front is just like his name, with a fairy-like temperament, emanating from Chengren's fluttering body.

More than a dozen people found a small stall to do it. The sword clan and the butterfly dance sat on both sides of Cheng Ren's fluttering, and then the light of the demon sun, and the sword clan was more awed at this time. The fairy-like face was as if she was separated from the fairy spirit of the world. The swordsman couldn't help thinking of a famous poem. This woman should only be in the sky, and she couldn't hear it several times in the world.

"The young man is after the auxiliary king." Cheng Ren took a sip of tea.

"Auxiliary King?" Butterfly dance looked at the Soege sword clan blankly. Butterfly dance didn't know much about this guy's family background*.

The swordsman almost spit out a mouthful of tea: "That's all an old thing for adults. It's not worth mentioning." To be honest, the title of Prince Yi is hereditary, and the sword clan doesn't remember much of the rest of the titles that the family has won before.

"The left-hand sword god has been subdued by me and will not harm the world in the future. You can rest assured."

"Dare to ask the seniors, the skills of the predecessors,,,,,, The swordsman asked with some hesitation.

"A layer against the sky." Cheng Ren said slowly, "You don't have to call me a senior, just call me Piaoxu. My generation is one generation younger than the pesos.

The butterfly dance and the sword clan didn't care about the generations at this time. When they heard Cheng Ren fluttering and reported their skill level, they all took a deep breath and felt a chill behind them. What kind of strength is this? It is against the realm of heaven, and the power can be collected freely to reach the realm of bull 13 hidden in the market. As soon as the swordsman thought of this and looked at the place where they had just fought, Nanxian Restaurant suddenly became new at this time, and there was no trace of fighting at all.

The swordsman pinched his thigh hard to make sure that he was not dreaming. He looked at the Nanxian Restaurant with a blank face and looked at Cheng Ren Piaoxu blankly. It took a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "Did we just fight with the left-hand sword god?"

The sword clan's question was indeed to ask the butterfly dance. The latter picked up the silkworm soft sword and knocked on the sword clan's chest. The sword clan spit out a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, the sword clan turned its head quickly, otherwise it would have to spray on the door of the butterfly dance. Butterfly Dance said solemnly and affirmatively, "The wound on your chest is still there. We didn't live in a dream just now."

After the butterfly dance finished speaking, the two looked neatly at Cheng Ren, and their eyes were full of doubts, confusion and surprise.

Cheng Ren elegantly poured himself a cup of tea: "I have used magic to think that all the damaged things in the whole restaurant should be returned to their original positions. The battle after my appearance is carried out in my field, so no one knows about it."

"Field?" The sword clan and the butterfly dance are even more confused. When it is really a question, it is another question.

"Only on the third floor of the realm of Shuntian can you start learning light skills, only on the seventh floor of the realm of Shuntian can learn light skills of a variety of different factions, and only people on the tenth floor of Shuntianjing can break through the void. And people at the level of the realm of heaven can produce and use fields, which is a sign of martial arts level. And the field is to use your own power to form something similar to the boundary. This is the power to open up different spaces. In the field, only the owner of the field can dominate everything in the field, unless your opponent's martial arts skills are higher than you.

Cheng Ren Piaoxu said and looked at the two: "This is the explanation of the field. Do you have any questions?"

The swordsman and the butterfly dance shook their heads.

Chen Ren giggled: "Do you understand, or do you have no doubt?"

"No doubt? We have no doubt at all." The butterfly dance waved firmly.