An uninvited guest.
It refers to a guest who entered the house without the host's consent, and the visitor is up to no good.
There was such an uninvited guest standing in front of Chen Xia.
"Who are you?" he asked in puzzlement.
The dual sword cultivator did not speak, but kept waving the two swords in his hands, occasionally stopping for a brief moment, allowing a glimpse of the appearance of the two flying swords.
One was crimson, the other orange-yellow.
The crimson was like the rainbow spanning the sky, the orange-yellow like the setting sun over the sea.
"Two Demigod Swords." Chen Xia squinted, and behind him, over a thousand flying swords turned their blades, directly pointing at the dual sword cultivator.
"More doesn't necessarily mean better." The dual sword cultivator said lightly. His words were very plain, without any inflection, and even his expression was so calm, without causing any ripples at all.
"Who knows?" Chen Xia tugged at his collar, loosening his clothes a little to facilitate later combat, then grinned and said, "Anyway, they've been pretty useful so far."
Buzz!
The harsh cry of swords!
Coming from the front.
The entire galaxy seemed to move, and the rainbow brought by the orange-yellow sword light became a line.
Chen Xia was at the center of the line, so it was as if he was pierced through.
The dual sword cultivator held the swords, standing at the very end of the sword light, shaking the swords slightly.
The entire connected sword light trembled, and the void was torn apart.
He turned his head slightly, his gaze still cold, but after a moment, there was some surprise.
Chen Xia was at the very center of the sword light. His right hand contained both pure white and dark purple thunder, just grabbing the sword light that had become a line, then suddenly squeezed, extinguishing the sword light.
After letting go, rubbing the residual sword light on his fingers until it was completely dissipated, he laughed and said,
"This move you use to slaughter low-level cultivators doesn't seem to work very well on me."
The dual sword cultivator turned his head and turned around, finally stopping the rotating dual swords, slanting them downwards to point at the starry sky below, his expression cold, but finally spoke.
"Supreme Realm, Jian Er."
This was his self-introduction.
Chen Xia shook his head, stretched out his right hand with the dark purple heavenly thunder flowing around it, causing a dense crackling sound, and said,
"I'm not really interested in who you are, what exactly are you here for?"
"To kill you." Jian Er stated bluntly.
"Many people want to kill me, why do you?" Chen Xia asked again.
Jian Er also very straightforwardly answered, "Divine abilities, spirit stones, elixirs."
"A lot?" Chen Xia asked with interest, really wanting to know if he was worth anything.
"Not a small amount." Jian Er's words were very concise.
"Phew." Chen Xia breathed out, then laughed again, "That puts my mind at ease."
At least he wasn't some cheap good.
Buzz!
The fierce sword intent emerged again, the crimson flashed first, like a rainbow piercing the heavens and earth, no one could see the sword light clearly.
But the sword had arrived.
By the time the sword light appeared.
A faint trace of blood had appeared on Chen Xia's chest, a very faint mark, not thick or heavy.
First came the smell of blood, then the blood flowed out.
Chen Xia's eyes flashed, and a bronze sword suddenly appeared in his hand, slashing towards the front!
After the crimson, the orange-yellow sword light slashed down, like the sun cutting down, the dazzling daylight unstoppable!
The mottled bronze sword met the sword light, and Chen Xia softly chanted,
"Burning Blood, Destruction Soul."
A huge force suddenly erupted from his body, the mottled bronze sword roared, instantly suppressing the orange-yellow sword light, and actually slashed back, cutting through several stars, with great momentum.
The image of a heavenly dragon initially emerged, and the mottled bronze sword kept crying out.
Chen Xia, who had activated the Burning Blood Destruction Soul technique, stepped on the starry sky, wiped the blood mark on his chest, glanced at it, nodded and said,
"What a fast sword."
Among the fragments of stars, the rainbow stabbed forward, and the many fragments suddenly turned to dust, pushed open by the incoming sword.
Jian Er stood at the front, his clothes somewhat dusty, his cold gaze surveying Chen Xia for a moment. His plain tone was filled with puzzlement as he asked,
"You're not a sword cultivator?"
"Never was." Chen Xia nodded.
"But your sword is very good, and you have many." Jian Er focused his gaze.
"Just a few billion or so." Chen Xia told the truth.
"Unfortunately you don't know how to use a sword."
"Don't need to know how."
After the brief exchange, they faced off again, neither making the first move, both sizing up the other.
Jian Er suddenly said, "I'm considering whether or not to kill you."
"Me too." Chen Xia laughed.
The crimson sword light flashed instantly, intertwining with the orange-yellow sword light, like a flash of daylight, extremely glaring.
The slightly weaker spectators couldn't open their eyes at all, and had to squeeze their eyes shut tightly.
This was Jian Er's killing move!
The magnificent sword light was very terrifying. It shined for almost three breaths before weakening slightly, allowing the spectators within a hundred miles to open their eyes and look.
Within a hundred miles, everything was sword light, even the spiritual energy was slashed clean, this reckless and overbearing sword light did not allow anything else to coexist wherever it went.
Like the only ray of daylight!
At the innermost center of the overbearing sword light, the dark purple heavenly thunder formed circles, constantly blocking the sword light's slaughter. Inside, Chen Xia gestured, and murmured in his heart.
Borrow.
Ma Xiaohong's half-length Demigod Sword suddenly trembled, instantly traversing the layers of sword light to arrive in Chen Xia's hand.
The crimson glow in his left eye flashed, the outer dark purple heavenly thunder dissipated, and wielding the half-length Demigod Sword, he slashed towards the front.
He didn't know how to use a sword, but it didn't matter.
A good enough sword was sufficient.
After this sword stroke.
There was no more crimson or orange-yellow sword light between the surrounding heavens and earth, it was truly completely gone.
"So tiring." Chen Xia frowned, reaching out to rub between his eyebrows.
Extremely far away, sword light flashed again, and Jian Er walked out, but without the two flying swords in his hands. Instead, it became one sword.
One crimson sword wrapped in orange-yellow, spiral shaped, fluctuating with terrifying sword light.
"Your flying sword..." Jian Er didn't finish speaking. His gaze had been fixed on the half-length Demigod Sword in Chen Xia's hand the whole time, he had already seen what it was, but didn't state it directly. Instead, he turned and said,
"Your luck really is good."
Chen Xia nodded, patted his clothes, and replied, "Indeed, but your luck isn't good. I don't want to keep playing."
Jian Er frowned, his expression cold, "You think you have the qualifications to say that..."
Boom!
His figure suddenly fell, like a falling meteorite, crashing into the bottom.
Xu Zhen stood in Jian Er's original position, swinging his fist, disdainfully said: "That's it?"
Chen Xia walked forward holding the half-length Demigod Sword, standing shoulder to shoulder with Xu Zhen, grinning,
"Hitting a dog when the door is closed."
Jian Er stood up, with a huge fist imprint on his face, still bearing the imprint, looking puzzled at Chen Xia and Xu Zhen, asking:
"Isn't it supposed to be one-on-one combat?"
"Yes." Chen Xia nodded, "We as a pair are catching you and killing you."
"Ah?" Jian Er frowned, very puzzled.
"Here we go." Chen Xia chuckled lightly.
Xu Zhen suddenly rushed forward, leaving behind terrible traces in the starry sky, and Netherworld Flowers bloomed.
Chen Xia followed closely behind, the half-length Demigod Sword swung recklessly.
Today, three thousand sword lights, and over ten immortal techniques.
Jian Er was heavily injured, and when he returned to the Supreme Realm, he didn't have a single sword left, and his consciousness was blurred. He kept softly murmuring:
"Father, is this how swords are used?"
"Master, I have my life's flying sword now!"
"In the future when I become a Sword Immortal, I will be unparalleled in the world, piercing the galaxies."
"..."
Damn, even his life's flashback got beaten out!