I Have Countless Swords

Zhang Tianjian, the general of the Nanhan Dynasty, has reached the fifth floor of the Inner Core Realm.

He was wearing a blue brocade robe, with a white cloth made of silk tied to his forehead, his black hair was loose, his body was tall and straight, his face was cold and arrogant, his hands were wrapped around his chest, and his left hand was holding a scabbard.

He glanced at Huang Feng Shijie fiercely, and snorted slightly.

Huang Feng's Seventeen Fierce is a demon that was chased and killed by the major dynasties. If it wasn't for the purpose of robbing the Heavenly Vault of Dragon Eagle, he would have taken action long ago.

When he thought of the dragon eagle in the sky, his heart suddenly became hot.

If the Vault of Heaven Dragon Eagle were tamed, the Nanhan Dynasty would definitely be stronger in warfare.

Throwing these monsters into the battlefield is definitely a war killer!

Huang Feng Seventeen Fierce also noticed Zhang Tianjian.

They sneered and deliberately spoke loudly to mock Zhang Tianjian.

"I didn't expect that the generals of the dignified dynasty would come to fight with us."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Zhang Tianjian is a strong swordsman. Although he was rejected by the Sword Emperor, he is still very powerful."

"Hahaha, he believed that he was extremely talented in kendo, but he was despised by the Sword Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty and had no talent for kendo."

"You guys are going to die, you don't want to hit someone in the face!"

"I don't know if Jianxiu's meat is delicious."

Zhang Tianjian's face became more and more ugly when he heard this, and there was a faint tendency to draw his sword.

Being rejected by the Sword Emperor was the most shameful thing in his life.

Fifteen years ago, he understood the meaning of the sword, swept the enemy country, and his reputation spread far and wide, which made his self-confidence inflate, so he went to worship Zhou Jianhuang.

However, the Great Zhou Sword Emperor rejected him in front of everyone's eyes, and said that his kendo talent was not enough, and it was difficult to become a great weapon.

After that, he returned to the Southern Han Dynasty in a disheartened manner and became a general.

But this matter has become his laughing stock, even after fifteen years have passed, people still mention it from time to time.

He didn't dare to hate the Sword Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, after all, that person was above the dynasty.

But he is not afraid of Huang Feng's seventeen fierce.

In his eyes, the seventeen murderers of Huang Feng are already dead.

Seeing that Zhang Tianjian was about to explode, Huang Feng's seventeen villains began to change the subject.

They are still very afraid of Zhang Tianjian, but they don't want people to take advantage of the fisherman.

Time continues to pass.

The roar of the Sky Dragon Eagle began to weaken, and even the demonic aura that enveloped the woods also weakened.

Finally, someone couldn't help it.

The man, shaped like a swallow, jumped up from the woods, stepped on the mountain wall as if walking on the ground, and rushed towards the top of the mountain.

Seeing this, other people also acted one after another, including Zhang Tianjian and Huang Feng's seventeen murderers, all rushing towards the mountain.

In order to compete for the Heavenly Vault of Dragon Eagle, Huang Feng's seventeen murderers were all dispatched, leaving none of the two guards Zhou Xuanji.

In the woods.

Zhou Xuanji raised his neck, and through the gap in the leaves, he saw a famous monk rushing towards the peak, someone flying with his sword, and someone galloping along the mountain wall.

"Have Huang Feng's seventeen murderers all gone up?"

Zhou Xuanji asked in his heart, the ability of the Sword Spirit is not only to help him explain how to use the Supreme Excalibur system, but also to help him guard against the situation around him, and even speculate on the other party's emotional fluctuations.

"There is no trace of them within a radius of 500 meters."

Sword Spirit replied quickly, and Zhou Xuanji immediately called out the Red Dragon Sword.

The Divine Sword in the Supreme Excalibur system can be driven by spiritual power, which is perfect.

His mind moved, and the Red Dragon Sword cut off the red rope on his body as easily as cutting his hair.

Xiao Jiangxue breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, tried her best to remain calm, and said in a low voice, "Let's run."

Zhou Xuanji nodded, then jumped up, jumped onto the Red Dragon Sword, and then stretched out his hand to pull Little Jiang Xue up.

Flying Swordsman!

Zhou Xuanji didn't know how to master the sword, but he could easily do it with his mind.

For the past two years, he has not only cultivated with Qi.

He transported his spiritual power to the soles of his shoes, connecting himself to the Red Dragon Sword tightly, hugging Little Jiang Xue at the same time, and began to travel through the woods.

The flying speed of the Red Dragon Sword is not fast, not to mention the powerhouses in the inner core realm, ordinary cultivators in the foundation realm can easily catch up.

"what-"

Before the two of Zhou Xuanji flew out of the woods, a scream came from above the woods.

The gust of wind followed, blowing the woods tossed and dusty.

Zhou Xuanji hurriedly controlled the Red Dragon Sword to fly up, he didn't want to be crushed to death by a tree.

The leaves turned into blades that cut on Zhou Xuanji and Xiao Jiangxue.

Zhou Xuanji was fine, he had practiced the Golden Body Art, his body was stronger than ordinary people, but little Jiangxue was not good. When they flew out of the woods, little Jiangxue was already bruised and had a few small cuts on her cheeks, almost disfiguring her face.

Zhou Xuanji didn't care to comfort her, Yu Jian fled.

He looked back and saw a giant eagle soaring under the clouds.

Sky Dragon Eagle!

The feathers on its body are brown, and its wingspan is ten feet. On its head, it has a pair of dragon horns and a dragon tail. The black dragon scales shimmer in the air.

Huang Feng's Seventeen Fierce cast a spell while riding a mount, attacking the Sky Dragon Eagle.

Zhang Tianjian and other monks were also flying in the air, besieging the Sky Dragon Eagle.

Facing their siege, the Sky Dragon Eagle was quickly injured, and blood spilled from the air.

Zhou Xuanji is not known for the next battle situation, he is struggling to fly, escaping from this place.

The cold wind was biting, and Xiao Jiangxue hugged Zhou Xuanji tightly, even though she was in pain, she didn't cry out.

Zhou Xuanji only slowed down after he crossed the top of the mountain and got away from the Dragon Eagle.

He looked back at Xiao Jiangxue and said guiltily: "Wait a minute, when we get to a safe place, I will help you heal."

Little Jiang Xue nodded and said with a smile, "I'm fine."

Zhou Xuanji sighed without saying much, and continued to move forward with Yu Jian.

It took about two hours to fly.

The Chilong Sword fell in a valley, surrounded by mountains, with many flowers and trees at the bottom, making it easy to avoid the figure.

After landing, Zhou Xuanji put the Red Dragon Sword in the Supreme Vault, and then took out the elixir to rub the wound for Xiao Jiangxue.

These elixir are all from Ye Feifan of the Lihuo Demon Sect. He once asked Chou Baili about the names and efficacy of these bottles, but he didn't want to eat them as poison.

During the process of rubbing the medicine, Xiao Jiangxue's face kept twitching, and she gasped from time to time, which made Zhou Xuanji tremble with fear, more nervous than giving himself the medicine.

After a stick of incense, Xiao Jiangxue's wounds were all healed, the blood scab was wiped away, and the delicate skin was exposed again, leaving only small red marks.

"Good medicine!"

Zhou Xuanji sighed.

"It's really good medicine, it's mine."

Ye Qiniang's voice suddenly came from above, making Zhou Xuanji and Xiao Jiangxue jump up in fright.

When they looked up, they saw Ye Qiniang, whose clothes were torn and covered in blood, standing on the mountain wall, nearly thirty meters high from the bottom of the valley.

Zhou Xuanji's face sank, he still underestimated the flying speed of the inner core cultivator.

But what about Qiniang's mount?

Why are the other sixteen murderers not here? Are they all dead?

Ye Qiniang slowly slid down the mountain wall, her breath was unstable, and she didn't even fly in the sky, which made Zhou Xuanji's eyes light up.

Is this wicked woman seriously injured?

The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who does the heaven bypass!

It's my turn to kill!

Zhou Xuanji narrowed his eyes, killing intent in his heart.

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