Chapter 248 The iron-clad green pheasant!

"Sword Palace?"

Chen Zhixing stood in front of the black hall, raised his head and looked at the vague ancient characters on the plaque of the palace. It wasn't until he looked at it for a long time that he recognized that the ancient characters on the plaque were the word "Jiangong".

Without any hesitation, Chen Zhixing pushed the door open and entered.

Without any resistance or restrictions, Chen Zhixing walked in easily.

A puff of turbid air hit his face. Chen Zhixing gently covered his nose and fanned himself, then raised his eyes and looked forward.

sword!

There are swords everywhere!

Swords of different shapes, with their tips pointing downwards, were hung densely in the hall!

"oh?"

Chen Zhixing raised his eyebrows slightly and casually grabbed a sword in front of him.

The divine sword, which originally seemed to be extremely sharp and imbued with celestial brilliance, turned into quicksand inch by inch when it came into contact with Chen Zhixing's fingers, slipping from his fingers.

There was only a faint sword intention left, soaring like a firefly and swaying in the air.

"what the hell.\

,"Chen Zhixing took back his hand, with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

These swords may have been magical weapons that cut the sky and divided the sea countless years ago, but under the erosion of time, they have long since deteriorated, and the materials inside have lost their power.

Only the military energy and sword intention contained in the sword have been preserved despite the passage of time.

However, pure military energy and sword intention were of no use to Chen Zhixing.

"However, it's of no use to me, but it can be of great benefit to some people."

Chen Zhixing flipped his right hand, and an ebony sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Ahem."

Chen Zhixing looked at the ebony sword gate that was already covered with dust. He cupped his fists and coughed in embarrassment. Then he lightly tapped the sword gate with his fingers and called out in a low voice: "Mr. Qingzhi?"

There was no reaction in the sword gate.

Boom boom.

Chen Zhixing knocked again and said, "Mr. Qingzhi, why don't you come out for some air?"

There was still no response from the sword gate.

"It seems that Mr. Qingzhi is still sleeping, so let's not disturb Mr. Qingzhi." Chen Zhixing raised his voice a few decibels and said loudly.

As soon as this was said.

"Three years! Do you know how I spent these three years?"

An angry female voice instantly sounded from the ebony sword gate.

"It seems that Mr. Qingzhi is very sober."

Chen Zhixing laughed dryly and said that the last time he used the Qing Pheasant Sword was when he won the inheritance of the female swordsman in Tianchuan Mountain.

Later, after he stepped out of his own way of swordsmanship, he rarely used the Blue Pheasant Sword again.

Calculating the time, the Qing Pheasant Sword has been sitting in the storage ring for three years and gathering dust.

"Asshole! If I had known this, I might as well have been destroyed by you in the first place! Woohoo~~!"

The Qing Pheasant Sword Spirit's voice was angry, and a faint cry of extreme grievance could be heard.

What a bully!

He was living well and drinking spicy food outside, so he locked her in a dark box for three full years!

Three years!

God knows how she survived these three years?

Is this something a human can do?

"Hahaha, I'm really sorry."

Chen Zhixing was a little amused and immediately apologized.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

“In the end, I didn’t get a single sword, but only ashes for three years!”

"Liar! A big liar who only knows how to draw cakes!"

Qing Pheasant felt extremely aggrieved. If he hadn't thought that he couldn't defeat Chen Zhixing, he would have wanted to strike this heartless man with a sword right away.

Chen Zhixing couldn't help but smile and opened the sandalwood box. He saw that the Qing Pheasant Sword, which was still "menacing", suddenly turned over and faced him with the back of the sword.

"Okay, stop making trouble, I'm bringing you some delicious food."

Chen Zhixing stretched out his index finger, gently scratched the hilt of the sword, and chuckled.

"Don't pull me!"

The green pheasant, with its iron bones clanking, said bitterly:

"Don't eat! Even if I starve to death, I will never take another bite of your food!"

"real?"

Chen Zhixing blinked his eyes, and then said with regret in his eyes: "That's a pity, these are all magical weapons condensed by true immortals countless years ago."

He didn't wait for Chen Zhixing to finish his sentence.

Clang——! ! !

The Qing Pheasant Sword, which was originally lying in the sword gate, instantly turned over and stood upright.

"What? A weapon condensed by a true immortal?"

"Where? Where?"

With a hurried voice.

Qing Pheasant Sword quickly looked to the left and then to the right.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Zhixing heard the sound of swallowing saliva.

“So much food!!”

At this moment, the entire blade of the Green Pheasant Sword was glowing.

Chen Zhixing laughed dumbly, waved his hand and said, "Go, it's all yours."

"okay!"

The Qing Pheasant Sword rushed out of the sword gate with a hiss, but soon turned around again and hung in front of Chen Zhixing again.

"It's not that I'm spineless, but it's useless for you to hold these anyway, so I'll just show my kindness and help you destroy them!"

"Ah? Right, right." Chen Zhixing nodded and gave Qing Pheasant a step up.

"Then I've started?"

"You're welcome, please help me destroy them."

"Okay!"

In an instant, the Green Pheasant Sword suddenly passed through a rusty black ancient sword with a ferocious shape.

The black ancient sword turned into a puddle of powder the moment it came into contact with the Qing Pheasant Sword.

An invisible force of sword intent suddenly poured into the sword body of Qing Pheasant Sword.

The rank of the Green Pheasant Sword has increased at a speed visible to the naked eye!

It only takes half a stick of incense.

Qing Pheasant Sword has completely recovered from the peak divine warrior to the real warrior.

"Hiccup~~~it smells so good!"

After the Qing Pheasant Sword absorbed the sword energy of the soldiers, it immediately rushed forward again and rushed towards the other ancient sword.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang! !

Time passed slowly, and the Qing Pheasant Sword's rank skyrocketed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With just a cup of tea, the Qing Pheasant Sword's rank was raised to the third level of Shingo!

However, only one-tenth of the ancient swords in the entire Sword Palace were consumed!

"come out!"

"get out!!"

"Who is inside? Come out obediently and give me the Immortal Martial Order, otherwise don't blame us for coming in!"

At this moment, loud noises sounded outside the hall.

"Is someone here?" Chen Zhixing frowned.

He guessed that someone would come, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

"Do you want me to try to deal with them?"

The Qing Pheasant Sword Spirit, who was intoxicated by the constant absorption of military energy and sword intent, stopped and looked at Chen Zhixing.

"No, just feel free to improve yourself and leave everything to me."

Chen Zhixing smiled at Qing Pheasant Sword Spirit, then turned around and walked step by step towards the outside of the hall.

In the dim passage of the main hall, the smile on Chen Zhixing's face slowly faded, and a bone-chilling murderous intent began to show in his eyes.

It seems that if you don't kill this group of people, they will be afraid. If you kill them, they will be afraid.

He will never have peace! !

Crunch.

The door of the Sword Palace slowly opened outward.

"Coming, coming, finally out!"

"Let me see which unlucky guy is the first to get the Immortal Martial Order!"

"Today I will teach this person a lesson. If you have the strength and pick up the Immortal Martial Order, you are the lucky one. If you don't have the strength, the Immortal Martial Order is not a blessing, but a life-saving talisman!"

"Who could this person be?"

In an instant, more than a dozen young geniuses perked up and looked towards the main hall.

One after another looked at them with either excitement, interest, or indifference.

I saw a slender figure wearing a white shirt, a handsome face, and a pair of narrow eyes, walking out of the darkness of the hall step by step.