Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 1230 Chen Niba?
All the cultivators on the Tianwu side were stunned again.

Another sword!
Two people in a row were unable to take the other's sword!
You know, the combat power of the previous Saint King of the Ministry of War was definitely outstanding, but he was still defeated.

Could it be that the Tianwu Continent has really declined and is so different from the Zhongtian Continent?

Commander Sun's face turned completely dark.

The other Saint Kings in the Ministry of War were also extremely angry.

"Haha, the martial artists in Tianwu Continent are so vulnerable. I am greatly disappointed."

Chen Wu Ji laughed loudly with a sword in hand, looking at the Tianwu practitioners provocatively.

"His sword skills are so strong, he is obviously a sword prodigy!" Ying Tianzhu and Bingyu said in surprise.

Bai Yinglan was furious. She was now at the second level of the Saint King realm. If she advanced to the third level, she might be able to defeat this official.

Ye Xuan frowned slightly. He wanted to fight and kill this man, but his cultivation level was not at the same level as his.

Some other powerful Saint Kings in Tianwu also had grim expressions on their faces. Unfortunately, their cultivation had already surpassed the third level of Saint King, so they were unable to go into battle.

"Hehe, Brother Sun, two of you have already died. Do you still want to send people to fight?" Fang Linji said with a smile.

Sun He's face darkened and he looked back, "Who is willing to fight?"

The Tianwu cultivators fell silent. Those who were at the third level of the Saint King Realm, who were caught in the gaze of Commander Sun, lowered their heads and remained silent.

The previous Saint King of the Ministry of War was already extremely powerful, but he was unable to withstand a single sword from the other party. If they were asked to fight again, there would be no confidence that they could win.

Once defeated, the opponent's sword will kill the challenger, so who would dare to fight easily?

Although I feel angry and humiliated, it is nothing compared to my life.

"Well, let me, an old man, go and meet him."

Suddenly, a sigh was heard.

Everyone looked and saw a white-haired, shabby old man slowly walking out.

He was hunched over and trembling, looking like he was about to die in old age.

"Great Elder! Are you going to fight?"

"Grandpa, no!!"

Several people around the white-haired old man suddenly exclaimed.

The old man waved his hand to stop the people from dissuading him.

"Haha, I was also a swordsman who traveled the world with my sword. Since I met a swordsman who challenged me to a fight, how could I not accept it? Swordsmen like me would rather die in battle than live on our knees!"

When the old man said the second half of the sentence, the fierce aura on his body suddenly burst out, the Tianwu group of cultivators were moved, and even Ye Xuan was shocked.

As sword cultivators, we would rather die in battle than live on our knees! !
"Okay! Brother, no matter whether we win or lose this battle, you are the well-deserved Sword Keeper!" Although Commander Sun's cultivation is much higher than the old man, he still treats him as an equal.

The old man nodded, and walked towards the center of the field step by step amid the tragic expressions of his clan’s younger generations.

"Haha, is there no one left in Tianwu? They actually sent an old man who is about to die to fight!?"

The Zhongtian group of cultivators saw an old, skinny, and shabby old man staggering out, and they immediately burst into laughter.

They saw that the old man was wearing a wide and long Taoist robe and a Taoist hat on his head. His eyebrows were long and thin, with the corners of his eyebrows curled up, like a mourning brow. The corners of his mouth drooped, as if his wife had just died, and his face looked very sad.

The old man held a wooden sword in one hand, and his whole body was like a kite in the wind, ready to be blown away by a gust of wind.

The old man walked to the center of the field, bowed, and said breathlessly: "In... down below, Chen Niba..."

Before he finished speaking, the Zhongtian group of cultivators burst into laughter: "I don't even have the energy to speak! Chen Niba, what a scary name!"

"Hey, old man, is your wooden sword okay? Is it for your grandson to play with? You should just go back and lie down instead of embarrassing yourself here!"

Chen Niba ignored them and said slowly to Chen Wuji: "Little Chen, I don't have any weapons. This wooden sword in my hand is barely presentable. We are from the same family, so you can draw your sword."

Chen Wu Ji looked puzzled, feeling that something was wrong.

All of Chen Niba's clansmen looked strange.

Ye Xuan was stunned, then he said speechlessly, "Chen, your dad?"

"You're looking for death!" Chen Wu Ji's face darkened, and he suddenly realized that the other party was taking advantage of him.

Chen Wu Ji swung his sword, the sword energy was overwhelming, and it was three times sharper than the previous two swords!
"Ahem, as a swordsman, you get angry too easily."

When Chen Niba saw the sword energy coming, he did not forget to say something. At the same time, he bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the wooden sword.

In an instant, the wooden sword suddenly came to life and began to twist itself, as if it was desperately sucking Chen Niba's blood. Chen Niba's face became more miserable and old, and his eyebrows drooped even more.

Lin Zejie was well-informed. When he saw the true appearance of the sword, he was immediately shocked and exclaimed, "Nine Yin Tong Wood Sword!"

Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Tongmu, could it be made from the wood of the Tongtian Divine Tree?

As the Nine Yin Tong wooden sword in Chen Niba's hand was stained with blood, a sharp and cold scream suddenly came out of the sword, like the cry of an owl at night, which made everyone on the field shudder and their hair stand on end.

The Nine Yin Tong wooden sword struggled hard in Chen Niba's hand, like a mad ghost trying to pounce on its target.

Chen Niba shouted loudly and swung his sword to meet the silver sword energy that was rushing towards the sky.

When he swung his sword, the sword energy twisted like a snake, and ferocious and hideous faces kept appearing within it.

boom!
The two sword energies collided in the sky, but neither dissipated. The wooden sword of the old man who called himself "Chen Niba" continuously released gray-black smoke, which transformed into ghosts and evil spirits one after another, rushing towards the opponent's silver sword energy like a tide.

Chen Wu Ji's expression also turned ugly, and the sword energy in his body continued to be poured into his own silver sword energy.

At this moment, everyone on both sides looked up and watched the two sword energies fighting in the air.

Chen Wu Ji's sword energy is like a silver sun, and Chen Ni Ba's sword energy is like a ghost moon.

But just when the Tianwu side thought that the old man might win.

Chen Wuji suddenly sneered, "You old fellow, you first angered me with your words, causing my sword intent to show a flaw, and then you used your blood and essence to strike out with your strongest sword, hoping to achieve a surprise victory. But you are too old, and now I will send you to the west!"

Wow!
The next moment, Chen Wu Ji also spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned slightly pale, but his sword energy surged in power and shone brightly, like a real silver sun, tearing apart all the old man's sword energy, and fell down with a bang, completely submerging the old man's figure.

"Great Elder!!"

"grandfather!!"

The old man's clansmen and descendants cried out in grief, and many of the Tianwu people, including Commander Sun, also sighed.

Ye Xuan's face was as gloomy as water, and the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger.

(End of this chapter)