A monk with ulterior motives on the lucky boat shouted to the white-haired old man: "Old Yao! That guy killed the coffin boy in the competition, which violated the regulations and ban!"

Yao Chong stood on the bow of the ship under the arch of many golden-armored soldiers, looking coldly at the two pieces of meat floating on Fengshen Lake, without making any noise.

The clown with the jealous eyes of Chang Xi's amazing combat power saw that Yao Chong did not have the thrilling and decisive attitude he had imagined, and immediately looked ugly. He turned his head and planned to make a splash with the other people. Unexpectedly, the powerful men from all sides who were rare to see on weekdays all chose to remain silent at this moment.

The blood dripping on the glazed-colored palms was shaken off by Chang Xi. He did not look at the miserable two slaughtered pieces of flesh on the lake, but turned his head and looked at the clearly empty place in the air with a smile.

Everyone looked suspiciously with Chang Xi's eyes, but didn't find anything. Then, if they were looking at the divine mind, hundreds of divine minds were crowded together, and the short figure hiding in the wrinkles of that space could no longer be concealed, revealing its true body again.

There is a unique magical power of death hidden in the coffin mountain, which is unpredictable and can withstand a single death injury on behalf of a monk.

But there is never a free lunch in the world. This kind of magical power of death is not only difficult to practice, but also requires a huge price to pay. It can only be used once in a lifetime. The side effects are even more said to make ordinary monks shy when they hear it. However, as for the side effects, these secrets involving the rise and fall of the coffin mountain are not something that the secrets under Yao Chong can find out.

The coffin boy staggered out of the folds of the space, his breath was as decaying as an old man. This time he simply disappeared two empty sleeves. He felt that Chang Xi's eyes were gloomy on his legs, and finally lost his so-called backbone and knelt down in the air.

Chang Xi glanced at the coffin boy, ignored it, and fell from mid-air to the blessed ship. Many monks on the deck consciously turned to the side and made way. Some monks who were good at being good at everything came forward to talk, saying that Chang Xi ignored them. The monks with a hot face and cold butt were not ashamed. Instead, they felt that this was the natural meaning of the strong.

The coffin boy raised his head, his face changed for several years. He did not return to the lucky boat, but rushed directly to the foot of Luofeng Mountain.

Chang Xi sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and breathed, and could not tell the depth of the injury. The female cultivator, who was still ungrateful, wanted to take the opportunity to get in touch with this young man, but before she could even walk to Chang Xi, she was blocked by a long sword with a snow-white scabbar.

The young woman with Diao covered her forehead drew a three-point horizontal line in front of Chang Xi with a long sword in her hand, and stood in front of that horizontal line, making it clear that she had to ask about the female hero's posture of this sword first after thinking about this line.

Lin Zhenjiang walked over, and the white sword was willing to pick up the phoenix eyes of the man who protected the law behind him. Lin Zhenjiang did not plan to try how sharp the sword in the sheath of the Eastern Wu Sword Cave was now. He smiled at the woman: "I heard that you, the only sword technique that is passed down from women but not men. Women practice swords but do not come out. The longer the sword intent of the sword is raised in the sheath, the more amazing the power it is. Other women in the Xu family in the Eastern Wu Sword Cave had been raised for a hundred years, and at least for decades, but you only had been raised for more than ten years, and then were sent down the mountain by the old sword monster to compete for the position of the palace in Luofeng Mountain. Could it be that the sword you have practiced for more than ten years can be more domineering than the old sword monster?"

There are competition and cooperation between the two families of the Eastern Wu Sword Cave and the Pantian Mansion. Lin Zhenjiang, as the master of the Pantian Mansion, is also one of the most famous masters in Xu Qing's eyes. She didn't like to talk about it for three sentences and said coldly: "I don't know if Xu Qing's sword is as strong as the ancestors, but if the Lord Lin wants to figure it out clearly, it's better to come to the Sword Cave to talk about it."

Lin Zhenjiang's tall and burly figure enveloped Xu Qing in, his eyes crossed the woman's shoulders and landed on Chang Xi, his eyes flashing, and he said to himself: "Does the Xu family women draw a clear line for a man and a hundred powerful families in Luofeng Mountain?"

The lake wind blew the woman's hair on her temples. The female sword fairy, who had just passed the decade of her life, pestled the sword that had not been sheathed for more than ten years, and her jade hands overlapped on the hilt of the sword. The sword intent was erect, and the whole lucky ship and everyone's hearts were trembling invisible.

Although she is a woman, she also has the power to be unable to spread.

Chang Xi and the coffin boy were fighting in a shocking battle to make the main course, and the other small fights were obviously unable to satisfy everyone's picky appetite. Even many monks who fought in person could not help but feel a little excited.

Coffin Mountain, Tantian Mansion and Dongwu Sword Cave are three top wealthy families in the Luofeng Mountain area. The early defeat of the coffin boy is a foregone conclusion. The battle between the remaining two families is the most eye-catching. The master of the Tantian Mansion practices the body method. As the master of the mansion, Lin Zhenjiang naturally has a strong body that is difficult to reach. He has a unique magical power "Shaking Kunlun" and is particularly domineering and is praised by other body refining sects on the altar.

When the old sword monster in the Eastern Wu Sword Cave announced the name of the closed disciple nearly twenty years ago, the name Xu Qing caused a big storm at that time. When the twenty-year retreat and hard work made the huge world gradually forget her, this strange woman finally broke out from Eastern Wu and pointed directly at the palace lord of Zhou Jueyin Tian Palace.

After Xu Qing left a few sword energy as a curtain to protect Chang Xi, he also flew to the center of the lake to face his opponent. The woman in white, holding a sword in one hand and tilting her sword fingers in the other hand, suddenly became the most beautiful scenery on Fengshen Lake. The sword was not sheathed, and the opponent could be embarrassed by just using the sword energy and sword intent.

She was so cold-hearted that she didn't like to tease others, and she quickly swept her opponents out neatly. Many men on the lucky boat looked at the beautiful woman who was holding the sword and was as dazed as an immortal, and all sighed in her heart that this is the style of the female sword immortal.

On the other hand, Lin Zhenjiang is much more cruel and domineering. The strong boxing technique with millions of pounds of strength is mixed with mysterious techniques. The punches and palms can easily produce a long qi force that lasts for more than ten miles on Fengshen Lake. The qi force separates the lake surface and cannot be closed for a long time. The scene is shocking.

Soon most of the remaining people on the lucky ship were people who were unwilling to leave immediately after losing the election. After Lin Zhenjiang easily knocked down another person with three punches and two kicks, a jade talisman flew out from Yao Chong's hand and exploded in the air, and the words "Sixty-nine" appeared.

The focus of everyone's eyes returned to the man who was breathing cross-legged.

Lin Zhenjiang, who had been resentful for many years, knew the most. He made the arrogant coffin boy kneel down in public and admit defeat. Lin Zhenjiang asked himself that he didn't have the ability yet.

But no matter how he thought about it, he had to fight with such a hundred feet tall monster for so long, and then used the magical power of demonization and Huang Yan to successfully force the coffin boy out of the secret technique of replacing death. Even if he had great power before, he would definitely be at the end of his strength at this moment, and now he could not exert his original power of 20 or 30%.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Tantian Mansion!

Lin Zhenjiang, who had just knocked down the few people, thought it was warm-up exercise, exhaling a breath of turbid air, looking at the young man who was still regulating his breathing and breathing, and the sound of shaking the lake.
Chapter completed!