Chapter 24: White-Clad Swordsman Qian Chen

Qian Chen held his sword level with his eyebrows, like a swordsman paying tribute to the supreme sword path.

The Wind God Whistle in Divine Monk Shigui's hand emitted a soul-stirring strange whistle, and the shrill wind whimpered, forming a tune that shook the soul.

This tune entered his ears, and Qian Chen's sword light stagnated, and his eyes gradually became blurred.

Divine Monk Shigui tore the wind into claws, using the tiger-head fist glove on his right hand to grab the Jinghong Sword in Qian Chen's hand. The sword light was grabbed in his hand.

A sharp soft sword was firmly grabbed by a divine weapon whose essence was still above it, instantly locking all the changes in the sword light.

At this moment, Divine Monk Shigui used his trump card. He pinched his left hand into a claw, wearing an inconspicuous black glove, and condensed his internal energy into a strange dark-colored evil energy with the help of this glove, carrying a strange power that could take away the soul, and grabbed at Qian Chen's face.

This grab could pull a person's soul out.

Divine Monk Shigui felt a bit proud. In front of the righteous path, pulling out the soul of this young newly promoted Grandmaster would definitely be a heavy blow to the morale of the righteous path.

The black glove on his left hand was the ancestral divine weapon of the Netherworld Palace—Ghost God Crying!

The Ghost-Eating Chengwu Chengwu Shenjun is actually a rare prodigy in the martial arts world capable of operating two divine weapons simultaneously... He uses the Wind God Howl, with its vast power and terrifying might, as his public reliance, while secretly using the hidden and treacherous Ghost God Cry as his killer move. This time, Qian Chen seems to have no way to escape.

The few Grandmasters in the distance who could see through the cover of the strong wind and watch the battlefield couldn't help but sigh.

It seemed to be sending off this youngest Grandmaster in the history of the Wu Lin.

Still too young!

But just as Divine Monk Shigui was about to grab Qian Chen's face, Qian Chen instantly condensed his scattered eyes and smiled slightly at Divine Monk Shigui... The Jinghong Sword in his hand left his hand, a black banner appeared on his left hand at some point, brushing toward Divine Monk Shigui's face, and his right hand turned over, a jade ring slipped from his wrist and looped down.

Divine Monk Shigui was brushed by this, and he was immediately fascinated by the seven emotions and six desires. The Wind God Whistle in his hand was unconsciously released and was collected into the forbidden space by the Dragon Sparrow Ring.

Qian Chen took the Jinghong Sword again, and the sword light pointed, piercing through Divine Monk Shigui's forehead, lightly ending his life.

You have two divine weapons? I have at least eight magic tools hidden!

You think I am a swordsman who is honest about the sword? I let go! Surprised?

Why is the power of taking the soul useless to me? Because my body is an innate spiritual treasure! The previous hit was all an act... This identity is also an act... I had long ago inquired about some of your details from Divine Monk Chengwu, knowing the ability of your second divine weapon, but you knew nothing about me.

Friend... you are still too young!

If I couldn't cure this little brat, wouldn't I have lived in vain for hundreds of millions of years?

Qian Chen held the Jinghong Sword, looking like a swordsman lonely in the sword path, even lightly blowing away the trace of blood on the sword tip, his expression carrying a trace of loneliness... and loneliness. At this time, as the Wind God Whistle was collected by Qian Chen, the tornado strong wind also calmed down. The many righteous heroes could only see Qian Chen's quite ritualistic curtain call at this time.

It immediately shocked Kang Kang Qian Deng!

What kind of loneliness of being honest about the sword is this? It's as if what he was blowing wasn't snow, nor blood, but the loneliness of having no one to test the sword with, no opponent... It's as if the sword itself is lonely.

Qian Chen was dressed in white, and the scene of him lightly blowing the blood on the sword tip in front of Divine Monk Shigui's corpse became an unforgettable memory for many swordsmen here. Many people vowed to pursue this kind of lonely and high-level pretentiousness for their whole lives.

Kang Kang Qian Deng was brainwashed by this scene. Many years later, after killing his great enemy, he wanted to learn from Qian Chen and blow the loneliness on the sword, but he always felt that those opponents were not worthy of this ritual, so he could only look at his sword tip with a faint sadness and loneliness, which also became a trend for a while.

Divine Monk Kongming was also shocked!

Could it be that the previous ghost crying sound caused a hallucination? The person who unhesitatingly withdrew his sword, took out a long banner divine weapon to sneak attack the Tiger-Eating Divine Monk, and took out a jade ring divine weapon to take away the Wind God Whistle, could it be that it wasn't this lonely swordsman in front of him? It was Divine Monk Kongming who was dazzled by the wind...

Divine Monk Kongming looked back subconsciously, seeing Master Elder Wan Shi and Hong Sihai who were also dumbfounded, and confirmed that he hadn't seen it wrong.

At this moment, he felt a very tacit thought with Qian Chen at a certain moment—this old monk has lived for seventy-eight years, and sure enough, he is still too young. My knowledge is not enough... compared to the young people now... this old monk is really...

Qian Chen carried the sword and walked slowly, his demeanor making a group of river-and-lake rough men feel ashamed.

Returning the Jinghong Sword to Kang Kang Qian Deng, Qian Chen was startled by the strong admiration in Kang Kang Qian Deng's eyes. It could be seen that if it weren't for the fact that the Jinghong Sword in his hand was an ancestral divine weapon, he would have almost been unable to help but offer the Jinghong Sword to Qian Chen. It was estimated that Kang Kang Qian Deng had long forgotten about Qian Chen using poison to kill Suo Suo San Guan, and only thought that he was a "sword-honest" peerless swordsman.

Qian Chen shook his head secretly: "Young man, you can't learn anything by learning sword from me!"

"But I can teach you how to pretend!"

"That tiger just now competed with me in pretentiousness, and I only used three percent of my power to crush him."

"Learning one percent of my pretentiousness is enough for you to roam the world!"

But Qian Chen naturally wouldn't say such a scene-destroying thing now. He carried the Heaven-Net Umbrella on his back, satisfied to collect another head, and brushed the quest to kill three. Just when Qian Chen was preparing to easily get another head, Divine Monk Sichen, who was entangled with Hong Sihai, had long sensed something was wrong and had already flown away. He gathered with Divine Monk Dadu, preparing to support each other and retreat.

The two were just preparing to join forces to fly away when Divine Monk Dadu suddenly changed his expression, looking behind Divine Monk Sichen, as if Qian Chen was standing behind him. Divine Monk Sichen looked back in panic, but found that there was no one behind him.

At this time, Divine Monk Dadu had already taken out a large cloth bag, which was his divine weapon, the Heaven-Swallowing Cloth Bag. The bag mouth opened, and he swallowed Divine Monk Sichen whole.

Then he carried the large cloth bag containing Divine Monk Sichen and ran toward Qian Chen, running while saying: "Don't shoot, we are on the same side!"

"Who is on the same side as you? Head-snatching dog!" Qian Chen was anxious. This was the rhythm of two heads flying away!

That Divine Monk Dadu trotted all the way to Divine Monk Kongming and Qian Chen, took off his mask, revealing a smiling fat face, nodding and bowing: "Actually, I am also a Shaolin mole. This attack on the Four Seas Hall by the Twelve Yuan Chen was reported by me! Just now I was just acting. I couldn't beat that tiger, so I prepared to mix with my senior brother, pretend to fight to that tiger, and then turn against him, but I didn't expect you to be so fierce, brother."

"We are all on the same side, don't misunderstand!"

Divine Monk Kongming stroked his forehead with his hand and sighed helplessly: "This is indeed my junior brother, Laughing Maitreya! Dharma name Kongxu..." ===== CHAPTER 25 =====