Chapter 1194 - qing hou's puppet

Immemorial Sword Venerable Chapter 1194 qing hou's puppet

However, from time to time, when he looked at the peak, his heart was filled with hatred.

“Fang Chen, you’re dead for sure.”

It was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands, even if Princess Xin were to appear, it would be to no avail.

Thinking of this, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

Fang Chen’s insights in the Martial Dao were very unique. After listening to it for a long time, he had benefited a lot from it.

As for the Princess Xin, her beautiful eyes flickered as she stared at Fang Chen with curiosity.

She wanted to know where this guy had come from.

Why didn’t he hear any sound of the wind before this?

The insight that he had towards the Martial Dao that came out of his mouth caused Princess Xin to be shocked.

“Princess Xin, your cultivation has already reached the peak of the Ninth level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm, but you must not take the first step, otherwise you will regret it.” Fang Chen looked at Princess Xin, and warned him solemnly.

Aren’t the last three steps of Heavenly Dipper Realm something every martial artist should experience?

Although he already knew that Bloodsword Saint was just an alias Fang Chen used, Qing Hou was already used to calling him Bloodsword Saint and did not change his name.

Regarding this, Fang Chen did not say much.

Fang Chen explained everything that the basovaginal progenitor had told him in a simple manner.

Princess Xin and Qing Hou were enchanted by the conversation.

However, at this moment, Ou Ruochen spoke.

His face was filled with a mocking smile.

Those with extraordinary talent sought out the limits of their strength, and as a result, directly entered the Stellar Realm through the Ninth level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm.

Princess Xin was very curious about Fang Chen’s point of view. What was in this fellow’s head?

Zhu Mo was the first to lose control of himself, and he quickly stood up.

This scene angered Zhu Mo even more. He stepped forward, stared at Fang Chen with his pitch-black pupils, and coldly said: “If you’re a man, then you should fight me fair and square.”

Fang Chen laughed, had he finally couldn’t hold it in anymore?

“Brat, today, I will let you know the consequences of offending me, Bamboo Ink.”

However, Lei Yan spoke up.

With that, Lei Yan walked in front of Fang Chen.

He was more muscular, and when he stood with Fang Chen, he was instantly one head taller than him.

The good exchange was being disrupted by this kid.

If he couldn’t use it now, it wouldn’t be too good if Ou Ruochen found out about it.

The sixth level of the [Heavenly Demon] sword-art was capable of slicing through the heavens.

Whoosh …

“What sword technique is this?”

Lei Yan was shocked, but he still attacked.

Lightning appeared in his hands as he clenched his fists tightly.

Lei Yan’s fists bombarded the six sword lights.

Instantly, the five sword lights in front were shattered.

At this moment, Lei Yan’s face was filled with a disdainful smile.

“Talking nonsense trash.”

A massive crater appeared on the ground. Lei Yan’s body was smashed deep into the ground.

Fang Chen held the Star-Hidden Sword in his hand and turned to look at it.

“Wasn’t it very arrogant just now?”

He felt a sense of lingering fear. If he had attacked first, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

He didn’t think that he would be able to defeat Lei Yan.

Under Fang Chen’s attentive gaze, the ancient iron lowered its head and fell into silence.

His face was burning, as if someone had slapped him.

Lei Yan’s defeat caused Zhu Mo and the others to turn serious.

Facing Zhu Mo’s provocation, Fang Chen did not attack.

Qing Hou, who was behind him, stepped forward.

Qing Hou made his move.

Everyone present was extremely shocked.

The person they disregarded the most was actually the strongest.

Thirty Ninth level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm puppets, just this level of skill was enough to be considered outstanding amongst the younger generation.

Zhu Mo roared as he fell into madness.

However, the result was the same.

The thirty puppets once again threw the ink and bamboo down the mountain.

This time, Zhu Mo clearly recognized the reality. He lowered his head in shame and quickly left the place.

The crowd looked at each other in dismay.