Fox Demon: This is the Guardian Blade

"Stay away for now~!"

Chen Xun stood with his hands behind his back without giving a clear response, but instead asked Li Zizai and his group to stay away.

Li Zizai nodded and called on his companions to leave quickly.

Although he didn't know why his master appeared here, at least the trouble was solved.

With the master here, they are very safe. I believe that even the Poison King can't do anything to the master.

This was Li Zizai's basic understanding of Chen Xun's strength since he became his disciple, because he had never seen his master afraid of anyone.

Even when he mentioned the legendary third young master of Aolai Kingdom, he did not see any ripples on his master's face.

"Is this really Pavilion Master Chen? Why is he dressed like this?"

Ji Wuji spread his wings of wind and thunder, and instantly came to Li Zizai's side, pinching his chin and asking in confusion.

Li Zizai stood on his flying sword, unable to discern his expression beneath the mask. He shook his head, "I don't know. Master has his own reasons for doing this, and I wouldn't dare to speculate on his thoughts."

"The Pavilion Master is indeed very strong!"

Zhang Zheng spoke up and affirmed Chen Xun's strength.

Chen Xun did not deliberately conceal his spiritual power, so Zhang Zheng could now clearly see the vast spiritual power like the ocean lingering around Chen Xun.

As Zhang Zheng's voice rang out, Wang Quan Baiye and others also looked at Chen Xun in the air.

Now they can see!

The spiritual power lingering around the Pavilion Master was not released by Chen Xun on his own initiative. It was simply the spiritual power between heaven and earth that automatically lingered around him.

Under everyone's gaze.

Chen Xun stared at the fist right in front of him without changing his expression. His figure seemed so small under the fist made of poisonous mist.

It is hard to imagine how Chen Xun would deal with Huandu Qingtian's Ten Thousand Poisons Shocking Fist.

Even if we compare it to a mayfly shaking a tree, it's no more than this, right?

Chen Xun could clearly feel the power contained in Huan Du Qingtian's punch.

If an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator came, he would also find it troublesome to face the poisonous fog of Huan Du Qingtian.

However, not including himself...

Looking at the giant purple fist that was getting bigger and bigger in front of him, Chen Xun's eyes suddenly became sharp.

At the same time, his right hand grabbed in the air, and a long sword with a faint green glow appeared and was caught in Chen Xun's hand.

"What kind of magic weapon is that in Pavilion Master's hand?"

Li Quzhuo, who had retreated to a slightly safer position, looked at the shadow of the long sword in Chen Xun's hand, which was constantly emitting a terrifying aura, with an expression of great interest.

"That's not a magic weapon." Li Zizai and Wang Quanbaiye spoke in unison, almost at the same time.

Hearing the two people's certainty, Li Quzhuo was slightly surprised. "It's actually... not a magic weapon? Am I blind?"

There was a hint of surprise in Li Quzhuo's tone.

Li Ziben was Chen Xun's apprentice, and he must have stayed with Chen Xun longer than any other member of the masked group present.

Staring at the shadow of the long sword in Chen Xun's hand, he had only one guess in his mind...that thing was not a magic weapon...

But...the intention of the sword!

Only when a state of mind is practiced to a certain level can it be used to turn the virtual into the real.

We can also see some clues about Wang Quanbaye, who has been practicing sword since childhood and has a unique talent in swordsmanship.

This thing...he had seen it from his master.

As expected, Pavilion Master Chen can do it too! This is not surprising.

(Sword Skill [Orange]: Minor Achievement)

Speaking of the sword of heaven and earth?

Actually, he can!

The only difference is... he doesn't use a sword.

But use a knife!

Chen Xun stood in the air as if he was walking on flat ground, and his face did not show much emotion when facing Huan Du Qingtian's punch.

He held the hilt of the knife in his hand backwards and slashed forward.

hum!

As Chen Xun swung the knife, a deafening sound of the knife appeared in everyone's ears.

This knife seemed to make the surrounding space sticky, and everyone's actions were restricted because of this knife.

Time...seems to have stopped.

A green slash that was no weaker than Huan Du Qingtian's punch extended from the long sword with green light in Chen Xun's hand.

The ultimate sword intent, a sword intent without any impurities.

It instantly swept across the front of the giant fist and slashed fiercely into the Ten Thousand Poisons Fist in front.

What is shocking is that the Ten Thousand Poisons Fist is getting smaller and smaller like a shrinking sponge.

There seemed to be a huge vortex at the center of the sword light, and in the blink of an eye, the Ten Thousand Poisons Shocking Fist was swallowed up by the vortex and ceased to exist.

Finally...the knife did not chop towards Huan Du Qingtian but flew straight into the sky.

The wind was howling, and the next second, the clouds in the sky were cut open by the green blade light, and the white clouds scattered. The sky that was originally full of clouds was now a clear blue!

This amazing sword intent!

My giant fist was... so easily... chopped into pieces?

Is this the power a demon should have?

The residual power of the sword blew the ornaments on the edge of Huandu Qingtian's hat, and it was not until a long time that the expression of astonishment on Huandu Qingtian's face gradually calmed down.

not good!

After being stunned, Huan Du Qingtian suddenly reacted and stared forward, but Chen Xun's figure had already disappeared from the spot and was nowhere to be found.

Where! ?

For the first time, Huan Du Qingtian experienced again how he felt when he was weak and faced those powerful demons.

It’s the same feeling as now, where I’m scared and can’t see or understand the other person clearly!

"father!"

Huan Du Luolan's anxious and frightened voice suddenly reached Huan Du Qingtian's ears.

what!

Huan Du Qingtian was about to turn around when he felt a chill on his neck.

He didn't dare to move anymore and could only swallow nervously, a drop of cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Without even looking, he knew who was holding the object against his throat.

"I... am defeated... and please... please don't hurt my daughter!"

At this moment, Huan Du Qingtian was overwhelmed with thoughts, and finally he could only raise his hands in submission and admit defeat, pretending to be willing to be slaughtered by Chen Xun.

His attack, which contained the power of heaven and earth, was easily resolved by the opponent.

Moreover, the opponent's speed was so fast that even he, the Poison King, couldn't see clearly.

Huan Du Qingtian didn't dare to guarantee that he could capture Chen Xun, nor did he dare to be too confident... Perhaps even if he used his power, the other party might be able to resolve the situation easily.

Not to mention here... and his daughter.

So Huan Du Qingtian didn't dare to gamble. As the Poison King of the Southern Kingdom, he might not be qualified now... but as a father...

"Really? The Poison King's intuition is working now? It would be great if he could just be polite like this! ... Is it appropriate to just throw poison mist without saying anything?"

Behind Huan Du Qingtian, Chen Xun held a knife across Huan Du Qingtian's neck. As long as the opponent made the slightest movement, he could cut the opponent's neck in the first time... It would be useless even if he turned into poisonous mist.

"Senior! Please forgive Lord Poison Emperor... He just didn't have time to stop, so..."

Poison Lady was about to speak, but was glared back at by Chen Xun with a cold look.

"Shut up! I'm not blind!"

Chen Xun, who originally had a smile on his face, now looked completely dark and indifferent.

Chen Xun is not stupid. If it weren't for the absolute strength he just demonstrated, how many people would still be polite and cautious when talking to him?

"You're still useful here in the Southland... I'm the 'winner' now, but you don't have the final say..."

Chen Xun said calmly, and dropped the knife from Huan Du Qing Tian's neck.