In the hall, there are only Chen Luoyang and Emperor Jian of Jian.

A group of masters of the Demon Sect are waiting outside the hall at this moment.

Everyone looked serious.

Elder Mingjing looked at Xiao Yuntian and Lao Shou and said softly: "Three years ago, I saw the Sword Emperor. Now he is very different from before."

Everyone in the Demon Cult looked at Elder Mingjing.

Elder Mingjing said slowly: "The Sword Emperor at that time was terrifying and thrilling. His sword spirit seemed to be even more powerful than the Sword Emperor."

The masters of the Demon Sect looked at each other and thought about the middle-aged man who had just entered the hall.

"Most people in the world learn swords. They have superb sword techniques, clever changes, and full of sword energy, but they still stay at the level of 'Sword is a sword, I am me.'. Only by condensing their own sword intent, Zhuoran's master of swordsmanship has exceeded the barriers. When people and swords are united, swords are me, and I am also a sword." Lao Shou's white eyebrows trembled slightly.

"The previous Sword Emperor has reached its extreme at this level." Xiao Yuntian, who was shrouded by the wind, said: "But now, his sword has entered another level. Once upon a time, only the level reached by the Sword Emperor in the Great Land of China. The sword is me, and I am still me."

Elder Mingjing nodded: "Yes..."

King Kong grinned: "The Sword Emperor can't beat the leader, let alone him?"

The other people still looked solemn, and their expressions were not relaxed.

The injury of his own tutor is much lighter than expected by everyone inside and outside the tutor.

If it weren't for this, the Southern Expedition and Demon Alliance would not have kicked the iron plate and was defeated by them. Now they are faintly in a dilemma.

However, fighting with the Sword Emperor was not without any effect after all.

The leader of his own is in good condition and is more than expected, but he is still somewhat different from his peak condition.

It may take a little more trouble to recover completely.

At this time, it is not a good thing to encounter a strong man like the sword emperor Wang Jian.

The Black Emperor Xiuzhe was extremely powerful, but had major flaws beyond everyone's expectations. As soon as the Mingmen was taken, he was immediately defeated.

After all, Master Maha Mingjue lost his courage as before. He manifested the Pure Land of Sanskrit and suppressed his opponents under Emperor Wu. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is equivalent to an Emperor Wu, but he cannot confront the real Emperor Wu.

However, at this moment, the sword emperor Wang Jian in the hall is different from the two of them.

This is a real martial emperor.

It is hard to expect him to be like Xiuzhe, who has the weakness of defeating his martial arts with just one blow.

If you put your hope on this, hope will be too slim.

Everyone in the Demon Cult is still full of confidence that their sect leader can achieve the final victory.

But the problem is that even if an opponent like Wang Jian, who is injured, is probably not easy to win even if he can win.

It's fine if the energy is lost.

If the injury is aggravated, or the old injury has not healed, the consequences will be unpredictable.

This is something that must be avoided whether it is for the leader or the Demon Sect.

Otherwise, the Southern Expedition and Demon Alliance would rekindle their fighting spirit.

There may also be a turmoil within the Demon Cult.

Looking further, the alien clan leader will not know when he will go south...

As long as you think of these, everyone in the Demon Cult will feel solemn and cannot feel relaxed.

"Make a bet." Zhang Tianheng looked unruly: "Look at how many moves the leader will win?"

"The master's magical skills are beyond the world, there is no doubt about this." Xiao Yuntian said softly: "But, if people do not have long-term plans, they will have immediate worries. You cannot just look at the present."

While the few people were talking, a shadow suddenly flashed in the air and someone got on the Six Dragon Emperor Chariot.

It is Su Wei and Su Ye brothers.

Seeing that everyone else was waiting outside the hall, Su Wei's face suddenly became gloomy: "Sword Emperor?"

Zhang Tianheng nodded: "Yes, the leader sees him rightly. The person who comes may be bad, but there seems to be no sign of taking action yet."

"It is a sin for us to try not to bother the leader and startle the leader's sage. "Su Wei said, "I will go in with my second brother."

After a moment of hesitation, the other masters of the Demon Sect nodded.

Su Ye's strength is beyond the ordinary Martial King.

Even if he is not Wang Jian’s opponent, Wang Jian will find it difficult to let go of his actions with the leader.

With Su Ye coming up, most of the other party retreated when he saw the difficulties.

Su Wei was about to try to take his brother to ask for a meeting, but the closed door suddenly opened.

A man in a civilian dress with empty hands slowly walked out of it.

It is the sword emperor Jian.

He looked at the Demon Cult in front of him and nodded: "I'll spare you today."

Then he walked through the crowd, left the length, got off the imperial chariot, and disappeared.

Su Ye watched his back and blinked his eyes: "He lost to his senior brother."

In fact, without saying that, the Demon Cult will not misunderstand that Wang Jian is the victorious survivor.

Anyone can see that the man in a civilian dress is still calm and calm, but compared to when he came, a deep dusk aura was clearly revealed.

It's not a question of decadence or depressedness or despair.

But it was obvious that he had just suffered a setback.

For such a strong man who is already the Martial Emperor, being able to make people notice his mental state so easily is enough to show that he had definitely suffered a big blow before and his mood was obviously shaken.

Su Wei looked at Zhang Tianheng.

Zhang Tianheng opened his mouth and said after a while: "There is indeed no movement inside."

King Kong looked at him blankly: "...a move is useless?"

Everyone in the Demon Cult looks at me, and I look at you, and I can't get back for a while.

At this time, Chen Luoyang's voice sounded in the hall.

“Everyone comes in.”

Everyone woke up as if they were dreaming, but they were still confused and quickly followed the order to enter the hall.

On the steps inside the hall, Chen Luoyang had just relaxed.

He was lucky, and with his previous preparations, he successfully fooled the sword emperor away.

After Ying Qingqing's bronze dagger was "consecrated" by the Ying Qingqing, Chen Luoyang often played with the dagger.

After witnessing the sword light flashing at that time, Chen Luoyang carefully pondered it, so he could now inspire a flash of spiritual light on the sword.

However, it is limited to this.

If you want more, there is no more for the time being.

In fact, after seeing Chen Luoyang's demonstration with his own eyes today, if Wang Jian is given some time and carefully studying and contemplating this bronze dagger, he will be able to do what he had just done.

But the dagger naturally couldn't take it away for him.

He couldn't know that Chen Luoyang was actually just so many tricks.

This cognitive deviation will lead to Wang Jian himself making up for many things, so that he will eventually get himself in.

Moreover, he has little chance of getting out.

Chen Luoyang was almost certain that with the other party's style, he might have exchanged experiences with the Sword Emperor, but he would never ask about this matter.

This is a "sword" handed to him by Chen Luoyang. He can only answer it by himself and will not ask others for advice.

Even if everyone in Jiange knew that Xiang Ping had a bronze short sword, it would be difficult for Wang Jian to meet the news.

Even though there was really bad luck, someone in Jiange raised the short sword in front of Wang Jian, and Chen Luoyang passed the most urgent level today.

Next time we meet, it’s not certain who will deal with it...
Chapter completed!