He stepped out, and the sword energy under his feet floated, leading him to draw an arc in the air, gently swept past several troublemakers who were in trouble, and then approached the sword king's corpse.

At this time, someone was about to arrive at the corpse of the Sword King.

A great body refiner can turn into rivers, lakes and seas, and a hair can turn into a vast mountain. Although the corpse of this Sword King is not that exaggerated, it is as big as a hill after its fall.

The closer you get to the Sword King's corpse, the greater the oppression you feel. It's like facing a giant elephant. Although it doesn't move, the breath it emits also makes people feel palpitations.

"The Divine Sword is mine!" With a roar of excitement, the figure flew over it, spreading his five fingers and rushing towards the big sword.

However, just as he was about to touch the great sword, a figure stepped on it slowly, leisurely surpassing him and took the lead in front of the sword king's corpse.

The sudden change caused the man's pupils to suddenly shrink, but this only surprised him and could not stop him from his desire to seize the great sword.

However, just as he was about to go further, a trace of ink was engraved in the void in front of him.

A faint sense of tearing came out from the ink marks. He hurriedly retreated, but a corner of his robe was still cut off.

The man was shocked, changed his color and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

Chu Tian waved his hand, but he was not interested in answering his questions.

This made him go from being surprised to become angry and embarrassed. How could he be a mediocre person who could live to the sixth Xuantian? It was the first time he was ignored so much!

"Arrogant and want to walk away from my nose? Let me die!" He shouted loudly, and released a surging palm force, rushing towards Chu Tianming's back.

But Chu Tianming ignored him at all.

Because someone helped him break the back - a figure flashed in wind and thunder.

The person who came flicked his hand and the surging palm power dissipated. Then, his fist was reflected into the eyes of the person who took action, and a low shout came with the fist.

"roll!"

Before the sound of rolling sounded, the fist wind was already coming to his face. This punch did not entangle any fancy aura, but only the wind that compressed to the extreme made his face distorted. Before his entire person could be hit, his momentum had dropped sharply.

"Little Crazy..." He finally realized who the person was, but it was too late.

When the fist came, he shot out, and blood was sprayed in his mouth, like a kite with broken strings, stumbled into a fragment of a continent, life and death were unknown.

Chu Tianming came to the corpse of the Sword King. He was almost the first to arrive, and there were Ling Yuhang, Qingmang Jianzi and others.

"Chu Tianming."

As soon as he saw Chu Tianming, Ling Yuhang squinted his eyes and spat lowly. The so-called enemy was extremely jealous when they met. He almost died under Chu Tianming's hands, but now he naturally wishes to kill Chu Tianming immediately.

Chu Tianming ignored him and looked at the great sword held in the hand of the Sword King's corpse.

"Young Master." With a soft call, Lin Feng also came.

"Fellow Daoist Chu is a talented man." Qingmang Jianzi looked at Lin Feng without a trace, and then whispered.

Chu Tianming still didn't say anything, as if nothing could disturb him from watching the great sword, and it seemed that there was a shocking secret in this broken great sword.

When Chu Tianming didn't speak, Lin Feng naturally wouldn't ask more. He just stood by Chu Tianming's side slowly, like a solid guard.

There were more and more people around, and Chu Tianming was becoming more and more ecstatic.

After seeing Ling Yuhang, Qingmang Jianzi, and Lin Feng arrive, no one takes action again, and everyone quietly watches. Because they all know that at this time, anyone who stands out will become the target of public criticism.

Just as everyone was in a stalemate, Chu Tianming moved.

When he moved, he immediately attracted countless attentions. These people remained silent, but they were restless in their hearts and couldn't help but want to attack Chu Tianming.

Chu Tianming turned a blind eye to these people who were ready to move.

"Follow me." He said lightly, then jumped down from the continental fragments and jumped directly to the gap of the broken sword.

Seeing this, Lin Feng quickly followed.

When Chu Tianming moved, many people held their weapons tightly, but at this moment, two figures flew out first and rushed towards the gap in the big sword with Chu Tianming and Lin Feng.

These two people are undoubtedly Ling Yuhang and Qingmang Jianzi. If these two people don’t move, the others will not dare to act even if they are moved.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, it's not good to eat alone." Qingmang Jianzi smiled faintly, and an illusory sword appeared in his hand, slashing at Chu Tianming from the air, trying to stop him.

On the other side, Ling Yuhang stepped on a sword light and quickly flew out, bypassing Chu Tianming and taking the gap in the big sword.

In his opinion, since Chu Tianming understands the formation, he can naturally see some clues about the corpse of the Sword King. Since this is the case, instead of wandering around by himself, it is better to wait for Chu Tianming to discover the mystery and then plunder it himself.

This is not the first time he has done such a thing, and he is familiar with it.

But at this moment, a trace of ink splashed over and blocked it like a mountain.

"Take me a trick!" Ling Yuhang sneered, the sword hanging on his waist was unsheathed, and then a silver arc flashed by, slashing on the ink mark.

The silver arc and the ink scars collided, and a loud "clang" sounded, but Ling Yuhang's expression became solemn in an instant.

He felt the huge force coming from his hand, and the terrible power almost knocked his sword out of the tiger's mouth.

The sword cultivator's sword is the foundation of his lifeline. If the sword cultivator loses his sword, it will be almost the same as losing his life.

He was forced to retreat, but found that Chu Tianming had fallen into the gap.

The Qingmang Sword on the other side was blocked by Lin Feng.

With one punch, Lin Feng directly ignited the fire of the life furnace, and threw the thunder needle towards Ling Yuhang with a smile, shouting, "Big! Long!"

The thunder pin surged in the storm, and in an instant it turned into a huge stone pillar, sweeping towards Ling Yuhang.

The strong wind blew on his face, and Ling Yuhang was surprised and his body was blocked.

"Get out!" He snorted coldly, and black light filled the ancient long sword, and a sword flower swept open the stone pillar. But in this way, he had lost Chu Tianming's trace.

Not only did he stop Qingmang Jianzi and Ling Yuhang, Lin Feng swept his backhand and swept out the thunder needle. The fan covers so wide that it almost blocked everyone's way out.

"Little madman, are you going to be enemies with all of us?" Someone shouted and furiously.

"You're afraid you're tired of living!" With Ling Yuhang and Qingmang Jianzi in front of them, everyone was in anger, and no one was concerned about the reputation of the little madman Lin Feng, and wanted to join forces to suppress him.

Lin Feng smiled heartily, and his blood was swelling. He held the thunder needle in his hand, trying to resist the heroes.

"Come on! Let me Lin Feng meet you for a while!"
Chapter completed!