Can three million swords kill a person?

This issue is worth exploring.

The so-called practice brings true knowledge.

Chen Xia stood in the sea of ​​swords where three million flying swords gathered, looked at the bronze armor in front of him, waved his hand and said.

"You listen to my explanation first."

The bronze armor did not reply, and the rusty hand armor raised the bronze sword in his hand, pointing at Chen Xia.

The sword sounded clear and loud.

The green bronze sword actually burst out with a white sword light, shining with extraordinary momentum.

It is a armor that can't talk to people, just draws a sword.

Take a sword and take a sword, this is the rule.

Chen Xia took out all three million flying swords in the sword forest, and naturally he was beaten by three million swords.

This is called conforming to the rules.

As for whether Chen Xia can withstand it, this is not something he should care about in his armor.

Flying swords in the sky were surrounded by crazily, surrounding a pile of storms like sword blades condensed, with extremely terrifying images.

The sword forest is very lively.

It will naturally attract people to watch the fun.

The fisherman came the fastest, standing above the sky, looking down at the sword forest, frowned slightly, and murmured.

"Are this Jianlin crazy or am I crazy?"

Three million flying swords in the sword forest were all out, and even the top sword cultivator could not create such an image, but Chen Xia, who knew nothing about flying swords, did it.

If you say there is nothing wrong with it, the fisherman will definitely not believe it.

But the fisherman doesn't know what's wrong with it.

More and more people were watching the fun, most of them were elders. Looking at this scene, they looked surprised and their tone was full of praise.

"I, Cangtian Sword Sea, can actually produce such a person. If I can grow up in the future, I will definitely be able to take on the big figures of the sect!"

"The talent of a saint should have his place in the future."

The elders highly praised Chen Xia and felt that this son should be the mainstay of the Cangtian Sword Sea in the future.

They didn't know that if Chen Xia was following it, he would become the Emperor's life-extending medicine.

The fisherman listened quietly, his expression dimly and could not see the changes.

"It is a great honor for you to have such a disciple, and it is protected by the way of heaven." The little elder on the side smiled and complimented the fishing man.

The fisherman's head problem was not visible, and he only responded gently, "Yes."

Seeing that the fishing man was not in high spirits, the little elder did not dare to continue disturbing him and stepped aside to watch.

Chen Xia's talent is indeed the only one who has seen these elders in their lives.

He can gain the recognition of three million flying swords at the same time, and even be cut by the sword servant three million swords.

It can be said that it is unprecedented, and there is probably no one to come later.

What they want to see now is how Chen Xia deals with the situation of these three million flying swords.

It's impossible to really resist three million swords, right?

Chen Xia thought so too. He looked at the flying swords in the sky and fell into deep thought.

Is it luck?

Chen Xia was not very clear, and it was also possible that he really had the talent for swordsmanship. After all, he had interrupted many flying swords under his fist.

There is a very special fate between him and Fei Jian.

I remember the first time I met, I must have been in Weixi Town.

That was the first time Chen Xia saw Fei Jian.

It was also the first time he knew that it was so easy to break a flying sword.

In short, I still have to thank Yang Gang.

Chen Xia is now mature, not the young man who was a decades old. If the past happened again, he would have been gentler to Yang Gang.

Well...it should be?

Chen Xia was not very sure, and his thoughts were a little far away. No wonder those who lived for a long time became nostalgic.

Because there are so many things to miss.

I will think of it inadvertently.

But now I don't have time to think about it anymore.

Because the sword is coming.

The overwhelming sword energy rolled over, like a violent wave, and just by facing him, he felt the weight of thousands of pounds.

Chen Xia couldn't stop this sword.

It's too fast.

A sword sounded!

Three million flying swords circling in the sky, and the sword intent suddenly stopped!

Chen Xia flew backwards for three thousand meters, and with his left foot, he pulled out a thousand-meter gully to stabilize his body.

He looked up, his eyes were like water in the deep stream, reflecting the green sword blade.

The second sword is here.

There is really no room for nothing!

The elders in the stands discussed curiously as they watched.

"If the Sword Master really counts according to the realm, what level should he count as?"

An elder responded: "It's like the second and third levels of the Overturned Sea Realm. It's mainly transformed by the will of the saint, so it's more powerful. There's the true intention of the saint to protect him."

"In this way, wouldn't it be considered the fourth or fifth level of the Inverted Sea Realm?" A confused voice sounded.

"The killing power should be about the fourth or fifth level of the Inverted Sea Realm, but the bronze sword in its hand occupies three levels, and this armor is at most the strength of the First level of the Inverted Sea Realm."

A sage of will of the saint, the seven-part sword, and the three-part armor.

The reason why we need to transform armor should be that we need to use armor to hold a sword.

A powerful sword, if no one uses it, it will not be powerful.

"This Chen Xia is really going to be hit by three million swords?"

The elders still felt that this number was too exaggerated, and their eyes quietly looked at the fisherman from time to time, trying to see something.

The fisherman had no expression on his face, but just looked quietly, which was completely different from his previous performance.

The elders did not dare to ask, so they could only discuss it themselves.

"If you have to be beaten by three million swords, you can't even get three million swords even if you have 30,000 lives."

"Besides, if you really want to cut three million swords, even if Chen Xia can withstand it, the will of this saint cannot withstand it!"

In fact, the elders all knew that it was impossible to resist three million swords.

So Chen Xia only has one way to get out.

Kill the Sword Master!

But in fact, there is another way.

Chen Xia quickly thought of it with extraordinary thinking, and it happened to be when he was hit by the third sword.

He flew backwards to the gate of Jianlin, and jumped up with one palm in the middle, standing in front of the huge bronze door. The whole process seemed to be designed and very smooth, and waved his hand to the sword servant.

"Then let's stop here, it's impolite to cut it again."

He is about to run away.

Chen Xia's figure flashed, stepped out of the bronze door, stood outside, and immediately realized what it means to take a step back and broaden the sky.

He is not a sword cultivator, so he doesn't need the blessing of flying swords. If the fisherman hadn't called him over, Chen Xia would probably never have stepped into this sword forest in his life.

Three million flying swords, whoever loves to take whoever wants to take, he won’t take anyway.

The elders in the stands were a little shocked, and they really didn't expect there was such a way out.

Since ancient times, monks have faced difficulties, so how could they retreat?

Can this kind of mind become a seedling of the great emperor?

Chen Xia only wants to answer this question from the elders.
To be continued...