One Sword Nine Ya

Chen Weichen looked at the water pool again.

There is a vague attraction in the center of the pool, calling him to go there.

Maybe not just waterholes.

The entire Star Luoyuan resounded with a faint hustle and bustle, undulating like waves.

—Come back, come back.

Lightning flashed past, tearing apart the dense night.

The sound of cloth rubbing and footsteps sounded softly behind him, and the devil emperor's laughing voice was a little hoarse: "The guest came from afar, and I haven't asked yet, who are you—are you a human?"

Chen Gongzi usually thought that his ability to pretend to be mysterious had reached the peak, but he never thought that he would meet someone who was evenly matched today.

He half-closed his eyes, and gently slid his fingertips across the edge of the sword, his movements were gentle and chilling.

"In 20 years, you were the No. 20 three people who wanted to kill me, and you were the first person to reach the top of the mountain." The Devil Emperor looked up at the sky: "It's a pity that you are not the one I want to wait for."

Chen Weichen smiled very lightly: "If you can't wait for a long time, you must be lonely."

"That's right," the Devil Emperor sighed, "I sensed that someone was going up the mountain, and I thought the person I was waiting for had finally arrived."

——I let him down.

Chen Weichen didn't answer, the sword light in his hand was rustling, and he pulled a cold sword flower, approaching the neck of the devil emperor in a blink of an eye.

The Devil Emperor was not surprised, a pitch-black flute in his hand, he struck across in an instant, his figure was treacherous, and he leaped back a few steps like a wave on the water, and the flute blew out murderous syllables.

The air around was stirred by the music, and when it came to Chen Weichen, it was the magic sound that pierced through his ears.

Chen Weichen tapped the sword with his fingers just like what Ye Jiuya did that day, the clang of the sword was accompanied by the sound of the cold flute.

Just at this moment, a bright white light from the sky illuminated the Devil Emperor's face, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a wicked smile: "I am a Demonic Daoist, but I am holding the Devil-Breaking Sword, so I underestimated this Brother."

After all, the figure in the deep purple robe jumped up high, using the flute as a sword, and attacked Chen Weichen like a snake.

He used the flute, if Chen Weichen was facing each other with a fan at this time, it would be an elegant thing, but Mr. Chen's cultivation is actually superficial, and he had to use Ye Jiuya's cultivation in the sword in his hand to do it.

Besides, according to that person, the sword energy is freed from physical restraints, and it is a realm higher than before.

Mr. Chen used the sword, while moving clouds and flowing water with a bit of the evil nature of the sword, while the devil emperor's moves were extremely fast, extremely weird, and his ability to change unpredictable was very good.

A strong wind blew up on the top of the mountain, and in the blink of an eye, only the sleeves of clothes could be seen flying.

After more than a dozen moves like this, Chen Weichen narrowed his eyes slightly.

The devil emperor's style of play always has a sense of restraint. His realm is comparable to that of the third heaven of immortality, but he only has the combat power of the peak of the second heaven.

There was an obvious flaw in his changing figure, if the Devil Emperor could use his left arm to block hard and suffer a minor injury, he would be able to attack the empty door on his right, and the winner would be determined.

The Devil Emperor only defended but not attacked, preferring to turn the offensive with his right hand into a gesture to block the sword.

If it's not a special habit of not wanting to get hurt, there is a reason why you can't get hurt.

After Chen Weichen discovered this, he tried more deliberately.

He just used the flicking sword he learned from Ye Jiuya, and now he changed to the Nanhai sword platform. The moves are complicated and dense, and the silver light shrouds his head and face. It is not easy to decide the victory. not difficult.

The Demon Emperor's moves changed several times, and with the sound of the flute to break the momentum, he blocked the stormy attack, took a few steps back, and glanced at Chen Weichen, with a lazily stretched voice: "Tired, no Hit—admit defeat."

"Admit defeat...give me the seat of the Devil Emperor?"

"If you want, you still have to fight." The Demon Emperor sighed softly, "But I don't think your sword qi and sword moves are like those who want to take my life and monopolize the spring water."

"Coincidentally," Chen Weichen laughed, "I'm the one who came to monopolize the spring water."

The Demon Emperor looked at him carefully again, with a gorgeous laziness in his eyes: "You are very suitable for my eyes, but you can talk to me about the way and compare swords, but the spring water can't— If you really want it, you have to die."

Chen Weichen also only looked at him indifferently, and took a few steps forward, with the point of his sword resting on the Demon Emperor's slender neck: "What is Your Majesty hiding?"

The Devil Emperor smiled indifferently: "Just come here."

The neck is quite fair, and when you get close, you can vaguely see the light blue blood vessels.

Blood vessel.

He felt a trace of Qi flowing.

The Devil Emperor said: "Really want it? Regardless of the consequences?"

Chen Weichen let out a "hmm".

The Devil Emperor waved his hand: "I am kind-hearted, you can explain the funeral."

Chen Weichen didn't say a word, the sword edge moved forward, cut the neck, and the blood flowed along the sword body into a bright red line.

The circulating luck poured out.

—exactly what he wanted.

From the Devil Emperor's "Thinking about it" when he was about to touch the spring water, and even earlier, Chi Juntian's sentence "Take care of the creation of the devil world", clues to what the real Jiuyou Tianquan is.

The whale salamander Jiaolong died, condensed into the incense of death, and burned the wealth and wealth of the dynasty with a fire, leaving splendid ashes.

And Jiuyou Tianquan is just a pool that exists quietly, something must happen to it, and a huge cause and effect must be involved in order to bear the ups and downs of luck.

For example, helping demon cultivators from generation to generation—these people who were against the sky and deserved to die escaped the thunder of heaven.

Just now he soaked the grass leaves in the spring water, and the grass leaves dissipated into traces of turbid energy and demonic energy. It is precisely because of this that the spring can change the destiny and take away the good fortune - You Shuihou took the bottle containing the spring water with him, but he didn't drink it, probably because he was afraid that he would bear it. Can't stand such strength.

And since the devil emperor can be the leader of the devil world, if he can't bear it, no one can bear it anymore.

Presumably, he has monopolized the Jiuyou Tianquan over the years, and he has obtained great benefits from the spring water—for example, his flesh and blood are fused with the spring water, and he has achieved a cultivation base that is not afraid of divine punishment.

The blood flowing out from the sword became the real Jiuyou Tianquan.

As the blood dripped, he took out the jade bottle that Marquis Youshui had offered earlier, emptied the spring water, and caught the dark red blood.

The Devil Emperor didn't move and let him do whatever he wanted, and even licked his lower lip ambiguously after the matter was over: "What are you going to do?"

"Promise to one person." After taking the blood, Chen Weichen kindly wiped the remaining blood on the wound for him, probably because the body soaked by Tianquan was gifted, and it stopped bleeding after a while.

Mr. Chen said sincerely: "Brother Xing, thank you very much."

"I told you just now that Star Luoyuan is the end of heaven and earth." The Devil Emperor looked at the sky.

"Yes."

Devil Emperor: "Beyond that star Luoyuan..."

Chen Weichen remained expressionless: "Probably outside the world."

"That's right, I think so too," the Devil Emperor nodded, "You can also see that the Jiuyou Tianquan is formed by the condensation of mist in the Star Luoyuan, and it should be something outside the sky—it can resist the heavens, probably because this."

Chen Weichen looked at him.

"You are a very interesting person, and your realm can be compared with mine. I am against the Dao of Heaven alone, and I am very boring. I thought I could be a close Taoist friend with you," the Demon Emperor sighed, "But you want spring water ——It’s okay to ask for spring water, but also to cut my neck to get blood, so I have no choice but to feel sorry for you.”

Chen Weichen narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw the devilish turbidity around the Demon Emperor crazily entangled and gathered, his dark eyes were like abysses.

"I've stayed with Jiuyou Tianquan... for 20 years, and I have provoked some amazing things," his voice began to become intermittent, "You...be careful."

After he finished these words with great effort like a dying person, his eyes closed suddenly, and the energy around him was spinning wildly, and then he opened them again in an instant, his eyes were no longer white, they were all dull black.

Those dark red lips evoked a cold smile, his figure was as treacherous as lightning snakes in the sky, his five fingers formed into claws, and he slashed towards Chen Weichen in the air.

Chen Weichen immediately crossed his sword, but the pampered mortal body finally held back, far less agile and agile than those immortal cultivators who entered the Tao with martial arts.He was able to split moves with Ye Jiuya, and he was able to draw with the Devil Emperor just now with the unparalleled sword in his hand, but he didn't have time to change his moves at this moment that the naked eye could no longer catch-the Devil Emperor was originally extremely fast. The time was faster, and I don't know what it turned into. The turbid air around him was ten times better than the thing encountered in Jinxiu City.

Chen Weichen was strangled by the neck, and the pale fingers were so strong that he was lifted up effortlessly.

There was a sharp pain of suffocation in Chen Weichen's neck.

The Devil Emperor tilted his head stiffly, with a strange innocence in his movements.

Immediately, like falling to death a small animal that had no power to resist, with one hand, he slammed him hard to the ground.

Chen Weichen's back was in severe pain, his internal organs were stirred together, and bloody smell rose from his throat immediately.

He leaned on the ground with his sword, barely stood up, and wobbled a few times before stabilizing.

"Not dead." The Devil Emperor's voice was hoarse and stiff, and he walked towards him step by step, with loose black hair and wide robe sleeves fluttering, accompanied by thunder roaring in the sky, like a ghost demanding his life.

At this time, his strength was much higher than before, and his body was also much taller. His complexion was pale and ashen, and he looked down at Chen Weichen from a high position. The rage in his eyes was slightly lessened, and his voice was deep and low: "You are..."

At this time, Chen Weichen felt pain everywhere in his body, only the sword in his hand felt cold and peaceful, which suspended the clarity of mind and prevented him from losing consciousness.In this situation, You smiled soberly, affected the injuries on his body, bent down and coughed a few times, blood flowed from the corners of his lips, and he reached out to wipe it away.

He raised his head and looked at the completely changed Demon Emperor, his voice was weak and hoarse, but with a certain indifference that he was sure of victory.

"It's also a shameful thing." He coughed a few more times, his voice broken, "This...brother, let's meet...Why are you in such a hurry."

The Devil Emperor raised his hand, and slowly pointed his finger between his brows.

Chen Weichen used up all his remaining strength to strike his sword straight at his heart. The Demon Emperor immediately crossed his arms to block it, but half of his arm was sliced ​​off by the sword light. On the grassland, green grass and white flowers were completely dissipated into black air, exposing rocks and soil.

The Devil Emperor frowned, and his other arm was as fast as lightning, grabbed his neckline, lifted his whole body up again, walked a few steps, and came to the side of the spring pool: "You can't stay in the world for long."

Chen Weichen coughed up a big mouthful of blood again, trying to break free from him, but he had no strength left: "Fuck me to death."

Unmoved, the Devil Emperor let go, and Chen Weichen fell into the water.

He snorted, caught off guard and choked on the water again, the pain a hundred times more severe than before when his body touched the spring water, even worse than when Ye Jiuya forced the bone replacement before.

His consciousness was drowsy in the throbbing pain, without any strength to thump, the spring was submerged, and his whole body sank. In the end, he only vaguely saw the thing transformed into the Devil Emperor also wading into the spring pool.