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The middle-aged monk felt angry and insulted, as this was clearly the territory of his own country.

Not only did the Heiyu Dynasty intrude without asking, they also banned them from entering and killed them at will. This was simply too much.

"Why? Just because you, Da Xia, are weak and no one can fight. I'm only nineteen this year, and you're at least thirty-nine. You've cultivated twenty years longer than me, yet you were beaten to death by me. Aren't you just incompetent?"

Hei Yu Tianjiao sneered, raised his hand and placed the sharp blade on the neck of the cultivator in the middle.

"Don't be complacent. Great Xia also has its own geniuses. I heard that the Sword Demon has entered the Black Snow Mountain. If you meet the Sword Demon, you will understand how powerful the Tian Jiao of Great Xia is!"

The middle-aged cultivator had begged for mercy before because he wanted to save his life, but now with Hei Yu Tianjiao's attitude, it seemed that he would not give him a chance to live, so he simply became tough.

"Sword Demon, who the hell is he? Why do you keep mentioning him? He's just a waste of a seventh-level Grandmaster. If he dares to show up, I, Feng Jie, will suppress him with one hand!"

This Heiyu genius named Feng Jie was extremely arrogant and did not take Xiao Chen seriously at all.

He had previously slaughtered several Daxia monks, torturing them thoroughly before chopping off their heads with a single blow after an hour.

The Heiyu Dynasty has a deep hatred for Daxia.

Perhaps it was the dark history of being looked down upon by the peak Da Xia for thousands of years that caused the Heiyu Dynasty’s distorted self-esteem to take effect!

Before they died, those Daxia monks also said a name.

Sword Demon.

From what they said, the Sword Demon seemed to have supreme combat power that could crush his peers.

But Feng Jie found it ridiculous.

Since the rise of the Heiyu Dynasty, it has been suppressing Daxia for thousands of years.

It’s not like the younger generations of the past two dynasties haven’t had exchanges with each other.

Even the most outstanding genius of Da Xia would only be considered average in the Heiyu Dynasty!

So what about that sword demon Jueyan Daxia?

To him, it's just a slightly stronger ant!

"So arrogant, but he is only a half-step king. Do you really think you are an unrivaled monster?" Xiao Chen's face darkened. He had heard that the Heiyu Dynasty was overbearing and arrogant before, but he didn't expect it to be so overbearing and arrogant.

What do you think of Daxia?

Is he a soft persimmon that can be bullied by anyone?

He broke into the territory of Da Xia, killed Da Xia monks, and even insulted himself whom he had never met!

Even though Xiao Chen was a calm person, he couldn't help but feel angry at this moment.

"Who's there?" Feng Jie's face changed slightly when he heard Xiao Chen muttering to himself, and he immediately turned around to look.

I saw a young man in white clothes, carrying a black ancient sword on his back, walking towards me from the woods not far away with an indifferent look on his face.

The boy was very young, extremely handsome, and had an extraordinary temperament, but his eyes were very cold, even colder than the black snow fluttering in the sky.

"Sword...Demon, Sword Demon, save me!" Under Feng Jie's sword, the middle-aged cultivator with dim eyes who was about to wait for death saw Xiao Chen, and his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw a god descending to earth.

"Are you the sword demon from the stunning Great Xia?"

Feng Jie pulled the blood-colored spirit knife back from the middle-aged monk's neck, pointed the tip of the knife at Xiao Chen's nose, and grinned coldly.

"That's right, you wild dogs from Heiyu, you have crossed the line. This is my Great Xia territory. You dared to intrude without warning and even hurt my Great Xia cultivators. Do you want to die?"

Xiao Chen spoke coldly. The Heiyu Dynasty called the Xia people Xia dogs, and he responded by calling them wild dogs.

Feng Jie was surprised, but he still maintained a smile on his face. "You are very confident and arrogant. Over the years, I have seen many Tian Jiao like you. They thought they were the most beautiful and invincible in the world, and they could compete with me, Hei Yu Tian Jiao. But in the end, they all became the souls of the dead under my command. You and I look about the same age, and I am already a half-step king, but you are still at the seventh level of the Grandmaster. What makes you want to challenge me? Do you think you can cross the border and defeat me?"

Feng Jie was wearing a white armor made of rare gold, with two red blood characters engraved on his chest, Hei Yu. As his breath burst out, the armor made of rare gold made a clanging sound, and the breath was terrifying.

He was very confident. There were no geniuses in Da Xia. They had always been defeated by the genius Hei Yu. The young man in front of him had no chance of defeating him.

"Sword Demon, be careful. This boy's fighting power is unfathomable and not easy to deal with!" The middle-aged cultivator reminded him. He came from a city far away from Black Cloud City. Although he had heard many legends about Xiao Chen, those rumors were too exaggerated and he did not dare to believe them all.

"Draw your sword, otherwise you will have no chance!" Feng Jie looked at Xiao Chen disdainfully.

"There's no need to draw the sword to kill you!" Xiao Chen shook his head. With his current fighting power, there was no need to draw the sword to kill Feng Jie.

"You are so arrogant! I will grant you a death!" Feng Jie's face changed. Blood-red sword light appeared around him. He rushed towards Xiao Chen like a wild dragon. A terrifying sword intent actually burst out from his body. He had reached the state of unity between man and sword.

The middle-aged monk's pupils trembled slightly: "He is so young, how could he possibly reach this level?"

Man and knife unite.

Among sword cultivators, very few can achieve this.

Even some great masters who are over a hundred years old may not be able to comprehend it.

Feng Jie is just a teenager, but he has achieved the unity of man and sword. It's simply exaggerated.

The quality of the geniuses in the Heiyu Dynasty is indeed much stronger than those in the Daxia Dynasty.

As the terrifying sword intent spread, the black snow in the sky suddenly stopped and actually stayed in the void.

Xiao Chen was surprised. He didn't expect that the first Hei Yu genius he met after entering the mountain was so talented!

Fortunately, I met him. If it were any other Xia Tianjiao, he would most likely be in trouble.

When the blood-red long sword was about to reach him, Xiao Chen's whole body burst into dazzling golden light, and ethereal Buddhist sounds appeared, resounding through the void, as if it could cleanse people's hearts and wash away all worldly airs.

Golden ripples spread out and instantly formed golden armor, covering Xiao Chen.

Keng!

next interest.

The blood-colored spirit sword carried a tremendous murderous aura, and it slashed fiercely on the golden armor, causing a shocking wave of blood and endless murderous aura.

however.

The golden armor stood still, as steady as Mount Tai, without a single ripple.

"How is that possible?" Feng Jie was stunned.

His sword strike was extremely powerful and had boundless force.

It actually failed to break Xiao Chen's defense?

"It was blocked before the sword was even drawn?" The middle-aged monk on the side was also dumbfounded.

Many people say that the Sword Demon's reputation is not worthy of his reputation.

But when I saw it today, it was indeed extraordinary.

"That's it?" Xiao Chen looked at Feng Jie.

"Don't be so complacent, take another blow from me!" Feng Jie's face suddenly changed. The calmness and demeanor of a master before all disappeared, and his defense was already broken.

Being forced into this state by a Da Xia boy, if this gets out, he will be completely disgraced!

However, the next moment, something happened that made him even more defenseless.

He tried to pull out the sword with all his strength, but the black spirit sword seemed to be stuck on Xiao Chen's golden armor and could not be pulled out!

"Well, it can't be pulled out?" Feng Jie was dumbfounded.

The golden armor mist surged, forming a large hand that tightly grasped the hilt.

Give it a firm squeeze.

Keng!