Fantasy: All my disciples are the protagonist template

Chen Ge's expression was still pale, with a trace of lingering fear in his eyes.

"Come!"

With a wave of his hand, a dark red ancient sword came from a distance. This was the ancient sword in Wei Fan's hand.

I didn't expect that the Immortal Slash was so terrifying that it evaporated Wei Fan directly, leaving no trace of his body, but the ancient sword in this guy's hand was still safe and sound.

This was far beyond Chen Ge's expectations.

He caught the sword in his hand and examined it carefully. The ancient sword was three feet long, and the dark red ancient sword was made of unknown black iron.

Even though it had just been tempered by the Immortal Slash, the temperature was still icy and bone-chilling.

The sword body was three fingers wide, and the overall color was dark red. Only the two sides of the sword were cold white, which was the color of white iron after being sharpened, and it looked extremely sharp.

With a light swing, it was not a problem to cut steel and jade.

In the middle of the sword body, there were also complex lines engraved, crisscrossing, which looked complicated, but it was a matter of moving the whole body.

Inject a ray of spiritual power.

The scarlet grooves carved out seemed to be injected with blood, and they actually flowed vividly.

At the same time, the sword began to emit a wisp of frightening murderous aura.

"It is indeed a good sword. Wei Fan has such a strong fighting power. I believe this sword has also contributed a lot..."

Chen Ge sighed lightly.

He flicked his finger.

Buzz~

The sound was crisp and clean, and it was long and continuous. It can be seen that the material used to cast this sword was free of impurities.

It is worthy of being the first magic sword in the Great Wilderness.

Even the Seven Star Sword in his hand is not comparable.

Looking up along the exquisite sword body, I saw two big characters carved on the sword jaw with ancient patterns, sinking.

"Is this sword called sinking?"

Chen Ge turned it over and saw two big characters carved on the other side of the sword jaw.

Hell!

"Sinking into Hell? This sword is so strange, it must be a sword for killing, otherwise why would it be called Sinking into Hell?"

When standing in the air, Chen Ge's spiritual sense extended, and his eyes swept across the mountains and rivers that he had razed to the ground.

On the vast land, the earth dragon turned over, the soil was lifted up layer by layer, and the roots of the ancient trees were crisscrossed and exposed to the air.

Looking around, the powerful mental power captured for a while.

"Here!"

Chen Ge grabbed it with his big hand again, and saw a dark red scabbard flying out from a piece of soil at the other end of the sky.

This scabbard is the original scabbard of Wei Fan's ancient sword.

The scabbard is also exquisite, with ancient patterns engraved on it, and it is also dark red. The vicissitudes and ancient breath are blowing in the face. The existence of this sword must be longer than Wei Fan.

And Wei Fan is not the first owner.

"Peace in the World!"

With a clang, the ancient sword "Sinking into Hell" was sheathed. Chen Ge only then saw four big characters engraved on the back of the ancient sword sheath.

"It's really interesting. The sword is engraved with "Sinking into Hell" on the jaw. It is obviously a fierce sword, but the scabbard is also engraved with the four big characters "Peace in the World". Am I telling you "Peace in the World" or "Sinking into Hell..."

Chen Ge shook his head, not knowing what the person who forged this sword was thinking.

If he couldn't figure it out, he would stop thinking about it.

Took out a piece of cloth from the ring, wrapped the ancient sword several times, and then carried it on his back.

He rested for another half a quarter of an hour, recovered his spiritual power a little, and then stepped into the void and left, heading towards the direction of the Dragon Gate.

As the distance shortened, the closer he got to the Dragon Gate, the more obvious the huge rumbling sound became.

Boom!

The loud noise like a tidal wave caused the earth to tremble.

Boom!

Another huge shock resounded through the nine heavens and ten earths, and the entire prison of heaven and earth was shaky, and the sky seemed to collapse because of it.

"I can already capture the breath of Fang Kuo and others, as well as the two old guys..."

Chen Ge frowned, carrying an ancient sword on his back and continued to step on the light and shadow stepping cloud step to quickly chase towards the Shenlong Gate.

From time to time, he looked up at the sky, but saw that thunder was rolling down, and the lightning elements in the space were extremely violent.

"Hmm..."

Chen Ge was approaching at a very fast speed, but as the distance got closer and closer, the powerful divine sense swept out, searching the space in detail.

He found that the breath of Fang Kuo and Duan Zai had become extremely weak.

And the breath of the two old monsters, Lu Feng and Xu Fei, was gradually getting stronger with the passage of time.

"Too cruel!"

Stepping on the light and shadow stepping cloud step, after a full stick of incense, a figure stepping on the void appeared not far outside the Shenlong Gate, high above, overlooking the entire battlefield.

The battlefield had moved thousands of miles outside the Shenlong Gate.

From Chen Ge's current height, he looked at the Shenlong Gate and saw that more than half of it had been destroyed, and the peaks had been razed to the ground.

Even the gate at the foot of the mountain that he had just passed by not long ago was no longer in his sight.

Ruins.

A large area of ​​land in the Shenlong Gate had turned into ruins.

"Such a horrific scene, it seems that not long ago, Senior Fang Kuo and others must have experienced an extremely horrific battle..."

Chen Ge took a deep breath, and he could still vaguely catch a series of miserable wails.

These were the wails of the disciples of the Shenlong Gate.

The war between the strong and the strong was so cruel.

Without hesitation, Chen Ge's flying figure shook slightly, and in an instant he turned into a residual shadow and disappeared from the spot, rushing towards the battlefield where the battle was going on.

"Chen Ge!"

As soon as Chen Ge appeared, a horrified voice sounded.

It was the experienced voice of Na Xu Fei.

He was wearing a Taoist robe, holding a wooden sword, standing in the air, his old and deep eyes staring at him piercingly.

"What is this! How is this possible? That old man Wei Fan didn't come back with him. The ancient sword that this little beast Chen Ge is carrying on his back could mean that the world is peaceful..."

Xu Fei's pupils shrank slightly.

As his horrified voice spread, Fang Kuo, Duan Ban, Lu Feng and others also noticed Chen Ge who had suddenly arrived.

"Chen Ge!"

Fang Kuo was in a miserable state, with wounds all over his body, and Liu Wuji, who was dying and unconscious, was still carrying on his back.

One of his eyelids was drooped, the other was dull, and his face was full of fatigue. When he saw Chen Ge coming, his whole body suddenly became energetic, and his despairing and lifeless pupils began to bloom with rays of light.

"This boy is really strong. It seems that I, old monk, can no longer fish in troubled waters. Enlightenment with this boy is my greatest opportunity. It is only a matter of time to make friends with this boy and ascend to the immortal world. Being an enemy of him is just a matter of time. The stupidest!"

Duanyan glanced at Chen Ge and saw that Wei Fan's Ancient Sword of Peace and Peace was slung on Chen Ge's back, and he couldn't help but think about it secretly.

When fighting Fang Kuo, he had intentionally or unintentionally hidden his true strength.

If you can catch a fish and dodge it, you will never meet it head-on.

This is why Fang Kuo is in such a mess!

"I, Chen Ge, am back!"

Staring at the unrecognizable scene, staring at Liu Wuji who passed out and was on the verge of extinction, staring at Fang Kuo who was covered in bruises and whose vitality had completely disappeared, but still refused to fall.

Chen Ge's nose was sore, his eyes were lowered, his expression became gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his heavy voice.