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Chapter 117: Bloodshed and broken soul, the name of the sword is Dragon Roar!

"This is...a dragon shadow?"

Everyone only saw a dragon shadow roaring into the sky, and the Broken Soul Canyon was blocked by the fallen boulders.

   "It doesn't look like a dragon shadow, but it looks like the light of a sword!"

    There was a mercenary with a trembling voice, as if he was a little scared.
With so many people, even if he has extraordinary means, he will not be able to fly today! "

  "The boss is right."

  A bearded mercenary said: "One of us can drown him with just a spit of spit!"

With that said, he rolled up his sleeves, carried the bloody knife, and walked towards Fang Chen: "Today, let me teach you a lesson and let you know the consequences of offending my Sirius mercenary group!"
  "As soon as Chen Big Beard takes action, that kid will suffer!"

  "That's not the case, Chen Big Beard is at the peak of the Body Tempering Realm. In our village, He is also one of the best masters!"

 "I don't know if that kid can catch Chen Big Beard's move!"

 "I'm so embarrassed!"

  Under the gaze of all the mercenaries, Chen Big Beard walked forward with a grin, and when he was still a few meters away from Fang Chen, he suddenly shouted coldly and burst out.

 The bloody knife in his hand suddenly shot out sharply and struck Fang Chen.

Fang Chen stood there, unmoved.

 Just the killing intent in his eyes became more and more fierce.

  "That boy was so frightened!"

   Countless mercenaries laughed, thinking that Fang Chen was dead.

 However, just when the bloody knife was about to hit Fang Chen, a golden sword energy passed through Chen Bearded's chest.

  "Plop!"

  It was not until Chen Bearded fell heavily to the ground that the mercenaries reacted.

   "How is it possible? Chen Dabeard is dead?"

   "Did you see it clearly? That is really a sword light!"

   "He...he can actually control the flying sword?"

 The expressions of all the mercenaries changed drastically, and they looked at Fang Chen in shock.

   To be precise, he was looking at the golden sword floating beside Fang Chen.

 "Control a flying sword?"

 Wenshan's face changed wildly, and he lost his voice: "Are you a sword cultivator?"

 As soon as these words were spoken, all the mercenaries felt that their limbs were weak, and they almost collapsed on the ground.

 The white-haired boy in front of me is actually the legendary swordsman?

 "Fire the arrows, everyone, let me fire the arrows!"

 Wenshan, who woke up, roared loudly, his face slightly pale

 The mercenaries were just waking up from a dream, and then they remembered to bend their bows and nock arrows, and the arrows were whistling towards Fang Chen.

Looking at the incoming arrows, Fang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured softly: "I have sharpened my sword for ten years, but I have never tried the frost blade. Today, I will show you my sword. Who has any injustice?"

In his mind, he thought of everything he had with Qingyi, and the aggressiveness of the Sirius mercenary group.

  A touch of grief and murderous intent rose in my heart at the same time.

 In the Sword Palace, the astonishing Hongmeng Sword Qi was continuously poured into the golden sword.

  What is surprising is that there is a black dragon shadow emerging from the golden sword.


Not only that, the golden long sword once again bloomed with dazzling sword energy, passing through the crowd of mercenaries.

  "Puff, puff, puff!"

  The golden sword light was like a peerless weapon, piercing the body of a mercenary with ease.

 In just a few breaths, five or six mercenaries were killed by the golden flying sword.

  "It's really a flying sword!"

  Looking at the mercenaries who kept falling to the ground, Wenshan's eyes turned red with anger.

 These are the elites in the village.

 Now that he has breathed so much, he will definitely be severely punished.

 The most important thing is that Fang Chen turned out to be a sword cultivator who gave birth to his natal flying sword!

  "Brothers, you are just a dead man, fight him!"

 Wenshan held a bloody knife and said with a splitting gaze: "As long as I get close to his body, I can kill him with one knife!"

 Why is the sword cultivator so terrifying, claiming to be invincible in the same realm?

 This is because they can control flying swords and kill people's heads thousands of miles away.

  "Yes, they are all men with their heads hanging on their waistbands begging for food, I'm afraid of his eggs!"

  One of the mercenaries roared angrily: "Fight him!"

  The remaining mercenaries were all aroused, and they roared and rushed towards Fang Chen brandishing their blood knives.

  Fang Chen's expression did not change at all.

 On the contrary, the sword technique in his hand activates faster.

  「Chi chi chi!”

 In the canyon, the golden sword light was released to the fullest. Under Fang Chen's control, there was no trace at all, but the speed was extremely fast.

 The mercenaries who rushed towards Fang Chen were either pierced by the sword energy between their eyebrows, or pierced through their throats or chests.

 They are all killed in one hit!

 The most exaggerated one is a mercenary trying to use the boulder as a bunker to hide himself behind.

 But the next moment, the golden sword light directly penetrated the boulder and passed directly through the mercenary's face.

  "Uh..."

  This mercenary looked at the sword hole in the boulder in disbelief, and fell to the ground with a plop, his face full of despair and fear.

 Screams echoed one after another in the canyon, and blood and corpses were mixed together.

 Bloody and cruel.

  "Devil, he is the devil!"

  A mercenary was so frightened by Fang Chensha that he fell to the ground and shivered, holding his head and screaming.

Wenshan's limbs were also weak, his lips were trembling, and he slowly backed away.

 Fang Chen naturally would not let him go. With a move of the sword, all the golden sword light gathered in one place, condensing into a golden long sword.


 Just when Wenshan was about to be killed with a sword, a disheveled figure flew down from the cliff like a wild beast, and punched the golden sword light.

       

      

   The golden long sword trembled slightly and shifted in direction, leaving a deep sword mark on the cliff beside Wenshan.

 And the beast-like figure also flew out and landed heavily on the ground.

 This is a figure covered in blood, like a wild beast lying on the ground. The bloody and ferocious aura can be clearly felt even from a long distance.

  "Beast slave?"

  Wenshan was overjoyed to see this person.

  "Beast slave, kill him quickly!"

  Beast slave is a strong man in the half-step spiritual sea realm. Even if Fang Chen is a sword cultivator, he is definitely no match.

 The beast slave lying on the ground looked up at Fang Chen, revealing a bloody face.

His facial features seemed to have been eaten by wild beasts, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying.

  "Roar!"

  The beast slave let out a low roar from his throat, got down on all fours, jumped up with the help of his strength, and threw himself at Fang Chen.

 His speed is so fast that even the naked eye cannot lock it.

  "Half a step into the spiritual sea realm?"

 Fang Chen opened his fingers, and the golden long sword suddenly roared towards him and fell into his palm.

  Fang Chen's arms were slightly heavy, as if the weight of the sword was not light.

 Held the golden sword in hand, Fang Chen narrowed his eyes, and Hongmeng Sword Qi poured into it.

  「Buzz!」

The golden sword light bloomed on the long sword, like a dazzling scorching sun, and like an ancient dragon, erupting at this moment with terrifying power that dominated the sky and the earth.

 「Kill!」

The qi, blood and spiritual energy all over his body were flowing together. Fang Chen's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his figure disappeared from the place like an afterimage.

 Two afterimages collided with each other, one was like a bloody ferocious wolf, and the other was like a golden dragon.


 "What kind of sword is this?"

 A hoarse voice sounded, as if he rarely spoke, which seemed a bit weird.

  Fang Chen put away his sword and stood up.

"This sword is called Dragon Yin!"