Chapter 3614: Zhang Kuang Kunlong

"Boom!" In the void, a terrifying force rolled in, like a murderous madman, stirring the void and roaring, attacking Nie Tian and others.

"Be careful!" Ying Cangqiong's eyes trembled, and he immediately felt the killing intent and roared.

Nie Tian frowned, took a step forward, and the Haotian Sword appeared in his hand. He slashed out with a sword, and the sword shadow rushed and whistled like a mad dragon, directly resisting the attack.

"Boom!" The next moment, two extremely strong forces collided with each other, and suddenly the void roared, as if the world was about to collapse, and then the terrible force rolled out and spread wildly in all directions.

"Bang!" Immediately afterwards, a muffled sound came out, and Nie Tian's figure was forced to retreat dozens of meters. Where his feet passed, the bluestone floor cracked directly.

And after he stabilized his body, a bloody wound appeared on his wrist, and blood stained half of his arm red.

That bloody wound was cracked by that force, which shows how strong that force is.

"Nie Tian, ​​are you okay?" Ying Cangqiong and Lan Zhuying saw this and stepped forward at the same time, looking at Nie Tian nervously and asked.

"It's okay." Nie Tian nodded slightly, and then looked at the sky in the Qiankun Sword Palace, where a black figure stood. The whole person stood there, like a sharp sword, with a sharp edge stirring the void, as if to tear the world apart.

The person who just made a move was him!

"Huh?" The next moment, Nie Tian's eyes condensed slightly, and he saw that the black-clothed man looked very young, and looked younger than Ying Cangqiong.

But his strength is not weak at all. His martial arts cultivation has reached the fifth level of Tianyu, and his sword realm has reached the fifth level of Shenyu!

At such an age and such strength, this person is undoubtedly a top genius.

At this time, the black-clothed man had a frosty face, a pair of extremely cold eyes, staring at Nie Tian, ​​like a sharp blade, as if he was going to kill someone directly in the next moment.

"Ying Longxiao, what are you doing?" At this time, Ying Cangqiong looked at the black-clothed warrior and growled coldly, obviously very angry.

Of course, he knew this black-clothed swordsman, who was one of the two strongest sword geniuses of the younger generation of Qiankunmen, and was named Kunlong.

In Qiankunmen, the two strongest swordsmen of each generation will be given a special title and called Qiankun swordsmen.

Among the swordsmen of Ying Cangqiong's generation, Ying Longxiao is one of the two Qiankun swordsmen, named Kunlong.

The other Qiankun swordsman is named Zhu Ziya and Fengbao Qianya.

Qianya Kunlong is the two strongest swordsmen of this generation of Qiankunmen!

Ying Cangqiong's talent and strength are also very strong in the younger generation, but compared with Qianya Kunlong, it is a lot worse.

Ying Cangqiong didn't know why Ying Longxiao suddenly appeared and attacked Nie Tian directly.

"On behalf of Qiankunmen, I welcome Lord Haotian." Ying Longxiao spoke in a deep voice, with a sense of oppression and threat.

He said welcome, but he certainly didn't mean it in his heart.

If Nie Tian had reacted a little slower or was a little weaker, he would have died tragically.

"Welcome?" Lan Zhuying frowned and said coldly: "The way you welcome people in Qiankunmen is really special."

Nie Tian's eyes were low and his face was not good.

How could he not see that Ying Longxiao was not here to welcome him, but to demonstrate to him!

But he was very surprised. He just arrived at Qiankunmen, why did the people in Qiankunmen know that he had come.

Ying Cangqiong did not notify the people in Qiankunmen in advance. If he did, he would definitely tell Nie Tian.

Nie Tian guessed that there should be something in Qiankunmen that could sense Haotian's heart.

It was because of this that the people in Qiankunmen knew he was here.

"He is the Lord of Haotian. If he can't even take my sword, what qualifications does he have to stand here?" Ying Longxiao stared at Nie Tian with a pair of eyes like a poisonous wolf, and said coldly, with an arrogant tone.

"Ying Longxiao, do you know that you almost hurt Nie Tian just now?" Ying Cangqiong was obviously very angry and said with a low roar.

"So what if you hurt him?" Ying Longxiao smiled coldly and said arrogantly: "Is the Lord of Haotian uninjurable? If he can't even pass this level of mine, what qualifications does he have to be the Lord of Haotian!"

"Nie Tian has merged with the Heart of Haotian, so he is the Lord of Haotian!" Ying Cangqiong's eyes sank and he shouted directly.

"Hmm?" Ying Longxiao's face darkened, his eyes flickered strangely, and then he sneered: "Ying Cangqiong, from the looks of you, you have already acknowledged his identity as the Lord of Haotian. Did you lose to him?"

"I did lose to Nie Tian, ​​so what?" Ying Cangqiong's face froze, and suddenly became very ugly, and he said coldly.

"So I lost, no wonder you became someone else's dog." Ying Longxiao's eyes darkened, and he said with contempt.

"You...Puff!" Ying Cangqiong's eyes trembled. He didn't expect Ying Longxiao to say that. Just when he was about to refute, he felt a surge of blood in his body, which made him spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Vomiting blood?" Seeing this scene, Ying Longxiao couldn't help but sneer again, saying: "Ying Cangqiong, I used to think you were a genius, but seeing your current appearance, you are not even worthy of being a scum."

Ying Cangqiong's pupils shrank, and his whole body was surging with anger, but he felt that the blood in his body was even more manic.

"Don't talk, be calm." At this time, Nie Tian walked to Ying Cangqiong, sent a sword intent into the latter's body, and said solemnly.

He certainly knew that Ying Cangqiong vomited blood at this time, not because he was narrow-minded, but because his blood was out of control in anger.

Ying Cangqiong was once possessed by Lang Chen, and his strength was promoted too quickly. His realm was unstable, and his blood was originally difficult to control. It was not surprising that his blood was out of control in anger.

"I'm fine." Ying Cangqiong was relieved by Nie Tian's sword intent, and he exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and his complexion improved a lot.

Nie Tian nodded slightly, then looked up at Ying Longxiao, his mouth twitched slightly, and said: "You are here to welcome me, the sword just now was just a test. I want to know, how are you going to welcome me next?"

In the sword just now, Ying Longxiao obviously did not use his full strength, but was just testing Nie Tian.

What he wants to do next is what Nie Tian is more concerned about.

"Nie Tian, ​​you should know that many people in Qiankunmen don't like to see you, the Lord of Haotian." Ying Longxiao's eyes were extremely low, and he locked onto Nie Tian coldly, saying: "If you want to be recognized in Qiankunmen, I, Ying Longxiao, am the first hurdle you have to overcome."

"Oh, really?" Nie Tian's eyes condensed slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched, without commenting.

Ying Longxiao seemed to take himself too seriously, and he kept calling himself the spokesperson of Qiankunmen.

Nie Tian felt that a mere Ying Longxiao could not represent Qiankunmen.

"Nie Tian, ​​if you want to get my recognition, defeat me first!" Suddenly, a sinister look flashed in Ying Longxiao's eyes, and then his body shook, and suddenly the violent and unparalleled sword force rose into the sky, the sword intent rolled in the void, and the murderous aura was madly filled.