"Are we cracking the swords, is it so bad?"

Luo Zhener whispered, the voices of those around him are not small, she naturally hears clearly. Even the eight elders of the Splendid Swordsman's face are extremely unsightly. Also, Duan Zhenghui and Zhuang Xin can still look as usual.

However, if you look carefully, you will find that Duan Zhenghui’s Zhuang Xin’s eyes are not calm. They hide well and can’t see anything on the surface. As the lords and deputy patriarchs of the Sword of Heaven, they will only feel more humiliating.

"Nothing, this year will reverse the situation, rely on you!"

Zhuang Xin whispered, but his eyes were extremely firm. The disciples of this session are indeed extremely excellent. Whether it is Lingdao or Aolong, they are among the best. Zhuang Xin asked himself, when the true atmosphere is at its peak, it is not the opponent of Lingdao. When it is at the peak of the situation, it is not the opponent of the proud dragon.

"The sovereign, the deputy, the elders, rest assured, we will work hard!"

All the swords are also bloody, only to defeat the opponent, only to not have the bottom, can have a palace in the fighting palace. For example, if the Zhenwu Jianzong is at the bottom, then the Zhenwu Temple will be changed into a cracked temple. The next time the Fighting Sword Conference, the disciples of the Sword of Heaven will be able to stay in the Temple of the Splendid Heaven, and the disciples of Zhenwu Jianzong can only live in the inn.

"Ok!"

Duan Zhenghui nodded, and then walked toward the east side of the fighting palace. To the east of the Doosan Palace is the Ansan Temple. At the outer door of the Anshan Temple, there are naturally many seats. Here is the big man who is sitting in the major forces. As a sect of the Sword of Heaven, Duan Zhenghui naturally wants to go.

Zhenwu Jianzong, Xuanwu Jianzong, Epee Gate, and Anshan’s big man will all sit here. As for the south, the west, the seats in the north are for others to watch. There are a lot of audiences at the Fighting Swords Conference, and the big Sword Palace is crowded.

In fact, other disciples of the Swords of the Splendid Swords also came a lot, but they and Duan Zhenghui and others are not all the way. In the same way, the martial arts gate, the disciples of Xuanwu Jianzong and Zhenwu Jianzong, there are also many people watching the battle under the sword. Almost all of Anshan’s children are on the field.

At the beginning, in order to build the fighting palace, Anshan directly drawn a region of a thousand miles. Such a vast area is bigger than a city, enough to see Anshan’s attention to the Fighting Sword Congress.

"Hey, isn't this a paragraph master? It looks good, it seems that the hotel was very comfortable recently!"

"That is of course, the inn in the county town, that is a first-class one. Duan Zong main wealth is thick, definitely live the best inn!"

Duan Zhenghui just arrived, and the sound of two yin and yang sounds was heard in the field. The Emperor Zhenwu is a lean middle-aged man who is extremely tall and looks like two meters. The Xuanwu Swordsman is a middle-aged fat man with a bare head and no hair.

Every day, the Sword of the Swordsman’s Swords Conference is at the bottom, but it is quite easy for the Zhenwu Jianzong and Xuanwu Swordsmen. Zhenwu Jianzong and Xuanwu Jianzong are only the ten powers. They naturally have no ability to fight with the Epee Gate and Anshan.

However, the strength of the Swordsman is even worse. As long as there is a bottom, the Sword Palace is a palace with them. When Anshan built the sword palace, he thought about everything. He just offended a bottom. Naturally, there was nothing. If he is offended by three forces, then Anshan will certainly not be good.

"Beyond the two lords, how can you be comfortable!"

Duan Zhenghui smiled and said that after becoming a sovereign for so many years, there is no problem in disguising himself. Even if I can't help but scream at the two masters, it is also a smile on the surface, like an old friend who has not seen for many years.

On the side of Zhuang Xin, he was coldly watching the Emperor Wu Zongzhu and the Xuanwu Swordsman. In his heart, he even sneered, and it used to be a thing of the past. This time, the sword-swording conference, the cracked swordsman will never bottom out.

Whether it is Aolong or Lingdao, Zhuang Xin is looking forward to growth. He has confidence in Aolong and Lingdao. As long as the proud dragon and Lingdao are in, then the cracked sword will never bottom out. The strength of both of them has already conquered everyone.

"This time, I hope that you will not be at the bottom of the sword fight. Every year is your bottom, we are all embarrassed!"

The martial artist of Zhenwu Swordsman sarcastically said that in fact, anyone can see that he still believes that this fight sword conference is the bottom of the cracked sword. Xuanwu Jianzong nodded in deep thought, and they made it clear that they were sarcasm.

"The three lords are so happy, I didn't expect to be so happy!"

In the distance, the epee doorpost clock was too pale and slowly came over. When Ling Dao saw Zhong Tai Cang, it was the pupil shrinking. It seems that Zhong Feifei did not lie. She and Zhong Tai Cangmei are indeed very similar. It is estimated that it is really the daughter of Zhong Tai Cang.

"If the Lord of the Epee knows that I killed his daughter, I am afraid he can't laugh out?"

Ling Dao’s heart was dark and awkward, but he was also alert. The Epee Gate is a nine-product force. After such a long time, who knows if it has found out anything. Even if the corpse has been destroyed, Lingdao must be careful.

Now Lingdao has not yet resisted the strength of Zhong Tai Cang, let alone against the entire Epee Gate. Killing Zhong Feifei, he naturally does not regret, such a monk, even if he is given another chance, he will still kill it.

"I have seen the Lord of the Clock!"

Whether it is the Emperor of the Emperor Wu, or the Sect of the Xuanwu Swords, or the Sect of the Sword of Heaven, when you see Zhong Tai Cang, you must salute. First, Zhong Tai Cang is the head of the nine-power, the status is higher than them. Second, Zhong Tai Cang is one level higher than them. This is the respect for the strong.

"Duan Zhenghui, it is said that you are shooting against my disciples, can you have this? Your courage is not small!"

Even in the presence of so many people, Zhong Taicang did not intend to give Duan Zhenghui a half face. The nine-product power is above the power of the ten products. He is a higher level than Duan Zhenghui. Naturally, he does not have to consider the feelings of Duan Zhenghui.

"What? Duan Zongzhu, you actually shot a disciple at the Epee Gate, is it too much?"

"It’s just shameless. As a lord, I’m a disciple at the Epee Gate. It’s no wonder that the Swordsman’s Swords Conference is at the bottom. Is there a master like you, can you crack the sword?

The martial arts sects of the Emperor Wu and the sect of the Xuanwu Swordsmen are all like chicken blood. They are the hurricane, the oil on the fire. If Zhong Tai Cang wants to deal with Duan Zhenghui, they will definitely not stand by and watch the stone.

"Duan Zhenghui, why don't you talk? Is this true?"

Zhong Tai Cang eyes are cold and grim, and the face is majestic, as if a superior is teaching the next person!