Ye Chen entered Shenyou Road, and then heaved a sigh of relief. He sat down on the boat on the other shore and took a deep breath.

"It's risky, it's almost." Ye Chen let out a breath.

Ye Wuyou walked out of Bi'anzhou's cemetery and said, "If you encounter a Protoss in the future, you must kill Wushe."

Ye Chen looked at Ye Wuyou and said, "Children must not kill too much."

The killing intent in Ye Wuyou's eyes converged, and he nodded heavily, saying, "Yes, I know."

"Father, where are we going now?" Ye Wuyou asked after a pause.

"I was thinking about it just now. I was thinking about the Sword Continent. I don't know if this teleportation array will send us to the Sword Continent." Ye Chen said uncertainly.

"Go anywhere, anyway, you won't return to the Divine Blood Continent again." Ye Wuyou said casually.

In a blink of an eye, a month later, Ye Chen arrived on a continent, not the kendo continent, but a relatively weak continent, and this continent seemed to have entered the Age of Doom, the immortal energy was thin, and it was difficult to make the strong.

Ye Chen didn't stay on this continent, so he directly entered Shenyou Road and went to other continents.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Chen and Ye Wuyou went to seven or eight continents, and these continents were strong and weak.

On one of the continents, Ye Wuyou got an opportunity, and spent two years studying it.

At this time, fifteen or six-year-old Ye Wuyou had reached the level of the third level of the Golden Immortal, and the speed of this cultivation was indeed a bit terrifying.

Although, at present, the geniuses on Shenyou Road have basically reached the Daluojinxian.

However, if he went down at the speed of Ye Wuyou, he could definitely reach the Golden Immortal of Daluo before the end of the journey of God.

Ye Chen and Ye Wuyou came to a continent again. As soon as Ye Chen set foot on this continent, he felt a surge of kendo.

This world is full of kendo breath.

This kind of breath is like the immortal breath of other continents, permeating the air and can be captured.

"It's such a strong kendo aura, isn't this the kendo continent?" Ye Chen muttered to himself.

He stood on the spot and began to close his eyes to comprehend this kendo breath.

He found that the kendo aura here seemed to be inexhaustible, constantly being produced.

"It's really peculiar." Ye Chen was shocked, there is still such a continent in the fairy world.

How do these kendos continue to appear?

Ye Chen went to a city with Ye Wuyou with doubts.

Through understanding, this is indeed the kendo continent, and now a sword event has occurred on the kendo continent.

The first family of swordsmen in the kendo continent held a kendo competition and sincerely invites all the major kendo masters from Shenyou Road to join in the competition.

And there are rumors that the sword spirit fruit that is never produced on the road of kendo seems to be born.

This incident immediately caught the attention of everyone on the Kendo Continent.

The sword spirit fruit is an extremely mysterious fruit. There is a rumor in the Sword Dao Continent that anyone who eats the sword spirit fruit can cultivate a sword spirit.

Once the sword spirit is cultivated, then the sword will be completely completed.

Cultivating to the sword body is nothing. In the end, the sword body must be cultivated to produce a sword spirit, so that it is the ultimate Dzogchen.

Once a sword spirit is cultivated, it is absolutely an incomparably terrifying existence. Within the swordsmanship, there is no match.

Back then, the creator of the Sword Dao Continent had cultivated sword spirits and became an extremely terrifying existence in that era.

It is said that the sword spirit fruit did not exist before. I don't know why, there is something like the sword spirit fruit. Some people say that it was made by the fairy king of kendo for the benefit of future generations.

It is also said that the kendo on the kendo continent is too rich and nurtured, and this is the blessing that heaven and earth bestows on the kendo continent.

"Is there a connection between this kendo contest and the sword spirit fruit?" Ye Chen thought, touching his chin.

"Boy, if you join in the fun, maybe you can meet a few old acquaintances." The old man said with more interest.

"Yeah, father, you have also practiced kendo. Although you have only reached the level of Jianxin, you can also try it." Ye Wuyou said.

Ye Chen nodded faintly and said, "That's something I have to take a look at, maybe the sword spirit fruit is still in my bag."

"You are beautiful, there are so many strong swordsmen, do you still want to get the sword spirit fruit? The sword family will not agree with you to violent the heavens." The old man hummed angrily.

Ye Chen rolled his eyes and said, "Is the sword spirit fruit I take it? I can give it to Cangjian or Xuanyuan."

"Wait until you get it." The old man hummed.

Afterwards, Ye Chen took Ye Wuyou towards Jiancheng, where the kendo competition was held.

Jiancheng is a huge city, it is the oldest city on the kendo continent.

This is the first city built by the Kendo Immortal King after he established the Kendo Continent.

The years have left mottled marks on the sword city, but this sword city is like a sword, exuding a sharp sword aura.

Sword City is the holy city in the heart of all swordsmanship cultivators in the kendo continent. Many people come to Sword City for pilgrimage every day, or face the sword city from a long distance to worship.

Sword City is sacred and inviolable in the hearts of Kendo mainlanders.

Outside the sword city, there is a mountain like a sword, called Jianzu Peak, which is the ancestral land of the sword family.

Rumor has it that this sword ancestral peak was transformed by a sword. It was the sword carried by the kendo immortal king standing here and became the sword ancestor peak, protecting the sword family forever.

From a distance, Jianzufeng was like a sword, pointed at the sky, and felt like it was going to be higher than Tiangong.

Moreover, the sword aura on Jianzu Peak was so powerful that the sword cultivators longed and yearned to step on Jianzu Peak.

Ye Chen looked at Jian Zufeng from a distance, squinting his eyes, and felt the sword aura emanating from Jian Zufeng a little dazzling.

"What a powerful sword, is this really the sword of the sword fairy king?" Ye Chen said with some surprise.

"It looks like it can't be faked, otherwise, this Jian Zufeng can't have such a sword aura." The old man stroked his beard and nodded.

Ye Chen said: "With this sword ancestor peak, the position of the sword family cannot be shaken."

Ye Chen walked into Sword City. Although the huge Sword City was old, it was full of flowers.

Ye Wuyou was still a teenager after all, and when he arrived at this prosperous place, he became excited and began to wander around.

Ye Chen strolled in the courtyard, his eyes also looking around, as if he wanted to see the prosperity of Sword City.

"Where is the silly boy, is he blind? Dare to hit this young master!" At this moment, an angry shout in front of him attracted the attention of many people.

"Obviously you hit me!" Ye Wuyou stared straight at the young fat man in front of him, and said without any fear.

"Asshole, this young master hits you, that is your blessing, you dare to fight against this young master, you are really tired and crooked." The young fat man said viciously.

Ye Wuyou glanced at the young big fat man contemptuously, and said: "Dead fat pig, I was hit by your dead fat pig, I'm in bad luck."

The young fat man was so angry that his face was trembling, and he slapped Ye Wuyou with a slap.

Although this young big fat man is fat, he is also at the level of Da Luo Jinxian, and that thick fleshy palm slaps him, and Ye Wuyou can't resist it.

"Father!" Ye Wuyou shouted.

"It's no use calling Daddy, it's late now..." The young fat man smiled triumphantly.

But as soon as his voice fell, his thick fleshy palms suddenly exploded, and the flesh and blood flew across, splashing blood on his own face, and he felt a little warm.

Immediately afterwards, the young fat man howled, "My hand..."

"Call your father? I'm ah! You deserve it too?" Ye Wuyou snorted disdainfully as he watched the young fat man clutching his **** palm.

The young big fat man grinned in pain. After a while, he looked at Ye Chen beside Ye Wuyou. It was Ye Chen's hand just now.

"What kind of **** are you, dare to attack this young master, I want to kill you." The young fat man roared like a pig on the street.

Ye Chen's eyes sank, and his eyes were full of chills, and said, "I shot my son. Shouldn't I be a father?"

"Zuo Jian, what are you trying to do, kill them for me, and I will chop them into meat sauce." The young fat man shouted at a middle-aged man holding a sword behind him.

The middle-aged man holding the sword glanced at the young fat man with contempt, and then walked towards Ye Chen.

As he walked, the youngest fat man said, "I only owe you three favors. This is the first one."

"So much nonsense, kill them." The young fat man didn't listen to what Zuo Jian said.

Zuo Jian didn't pay attention to this big fat man either, he looked down on this fat pig from the bottom of his heart.

Zuo Jian stared at Ye Chen, and then said coldly: "Although I don't like this big fat man, I owe kindness, so you must die."

Ye Chen hummed, "Can you kill me?"

When Ye Chen was speaking, Zuo Jian had already made a move, and the sword in his arms flew out at once and slashed towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen snorted softly, then bombarded it with his fist.

The strong bull demon fist was extremely domineering, colliding with the sword, making a clear metal sound.

The sword was blasted back by Ye Chen's punch. Ye Chen stepped forward and said, "Since you use the sword, I also use the sword, so that you can understand."

Ye Chen had a sacred blood green sword in his hand, the sword light flickered, and a surge of sword energy rushed out towards Zuo Jian.

Zuo Jian's face changed slightly, and he urged his sword to greet him.

Click!

There was a clear voice, and Zuo Jian's sword broke into several pieces.

Ye Chen's sword light came straight, unabated.

Zuo Jian's face changed drastically, and he never thought that his sword would be so vulnerable.

puff! Zuo Jian's right arm was chopped off, and the whole person flew out upside down, making a heartbreaking scream.