Originally, all the immortals here were just talking, and no one was willing to take action and kill two mortals. After all, this was a very disgraceful thing.
He clearly held a grudge in his heart, but he was also concerned. Just now, the monks from Yaowang Valley had taken action to disable Ou Yefeng's arms, but they did not harm his life, which meant that it was really unpleasant to spread the news.
However, contrary to everyone's expectations, Fairy Zixia, the current head of the Taihui Sword Sect and a well-known figure in the world of immortality in the past ten years, actually took the initiative and did something that no one was willing to do.
For a while, some people admired Fairy Zixia for her decisiveness, while others felt ashamed.
"Fairy Zixia is decisive in killing. She is worthy of being a natural Taoist. She is really a person who can do great things!" A stupid monk raised his thumb and praised.
"Is killing two mortals considered a big deal?" Zixia Fairy glanced lightly.
She is very beautiful. She sits elegantly and calmly on the table, has a graceful figure, and her snow-white skin can be broken by blows. Both men and women will have a hint of admiration for her.
In terms of appearance, there is no fairy from all the major immortal sects present who can match her. In terms of status, she is already the master of the Taihui Sword Sect, which is unattainable. In terms of cultivation, she has entered the Jindan territory a year ago, and it is for this place.
One of the highest combat capabilities.
Fairy Zixia's question indeed made the most stupid monk at a loss what to say. Others also felt embarrassed, but it did not affect the enthusiasm for Fairy Zixia in their eyes.
I don't know how many people are secretly thinking about how to replace the son of the previous sect leader and become the son-in-law of the Taihui Sword Sect.
Soon, the banquet has come to an end. After getting rid of Xie Changyuan's royal blacksmith, the morale of the major immortal sects has indeed increased. Next, they will return to their respective posts and prepare for the battle at the moment of the rising sun.
The top brass are like this, and the disciples at the bottom also have their own slanders in their hearts.
They are frontline combat cannon fodder who have no right to participate in the banquet.
"I heard that we will have a big battle after dawn." Liu Er stood on the position at the foot of the mountain with a sword on his back.
Facing him was the last ray of cool evening wind before the rising sun, blowing his sparse temples, his eyes were a little dazed.
"Yes." Wang Wu beside him agreed casually.
The two belong to Changming Sword Sect and Yaowang Valley respectively. Many people here, including them, had no contact before, all because that man gathered them here.
After a long silence, Liu Er couldn't help but say.
"I also heard that the person fighting us tomorrow is just an ordinary person."
"Yes." Wang Wuxiu agreed with his hand.
Liu Er glanced at Wang Wu and then squatted down.
"What's going on in this world? We cultivators are actually reduced to the point where we can't beat a martial arts practitioner. If I had known that this would be like this, I wouldn't have asked for it."
"Yes." Wang Wu's voice came from the side.
From the beginning of the gathering, Wang Wu's answer to anyone and anything was only two words - "Yes."
It only took Liu Er four days from being confused at the beginning to getting used to it. Now he is numb and just thinks that Wang Wu is a puppet and just listens to what he says.
He didn't know that Wang Wu beside him was once the personal bodyguard of the former Valley Master of Yaowang Valley. His cultivation level was originally very close to the Golden Core level. Unfortunately, Xie Changyuan entered Yaowang Valley half a year ago and he rushed to the front to fight with him for several rounds.
, was finally knocked into the mountain with a sword, and his cultivation level plummeted.
Since then, he has been like this. He never takes the initiative to speak to anyone, and only replies when others ask.
Perhaps because he felt too tired, Liu Er started chatting with Wang Wu, complaining to him about the internal treatment of Changming Sword Sect, saying that their outer disciples had different monthly supplies compared to their inner disciples.
How often, I still have to run around every day to deal with some trivial things.
I don't know when, a ray of early morning sunlight broke through the dark night and shone on Kongming Mountain.
Liu Er was still tirelessly complaining about his affairs to Wang Wu, but suddenly he found that the latter was staring straight ahead without blinking.
Looking along the direction, I saw a red sun gradually rising at the end of my field of vision. On the ground in front of the sun, there was a tall figure walking slowly towards the side.
Looking back, Wang Wu was no longer where he was.
.....
Xie Changyuan was walking on the vast land, with the majestic Kongming Mountain in front of him.
He was tall and walked heavily. He was covered in a gray burlap cloak and carried a huge package on his back. There was a dull sound of gold and iron clashing as he walked.
"Dong dong dong..."
Every time he takes a step, the dust under his feet will surely rise a little. He has one eye and one arm, and his body is like a moving hill, ready to shake the mountain in front of him.
To this end, he has been running back and forth across the land for several days.
At this time, Xie Changyuan's pupils shrank, and he saw a figure approaching him at great speed in the direction of Kongming Mountain. His cultivation level should be good, but unfortunately, his slight stagger indicated that he had internal injuries.
Wang Wu's sprinting body is very close to the ground. This is to reduce wind resistance and allow him to move forward faster.
He held an ebony staff and attacked fiercely. The tall man not far ahead severely wounded him, and then beheaded the former owner of Yaowang Valley face to face.
"Xie Changyuan! Let's fight to the death!" This was the first time Wang Wu said anything other than "yes" in the past six months.
Wang Wu was as fast as thunder and lightning, approaching quickly, with fierce momentum and fighting spirit.
Seeing this, Xie Changyuan smiled slightly, reached out and pulled out a blackened giant sword from the big package behind his back, waited until the former was close to him, and decisively swung the sword.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound echoed around, and air waves visible to the naked eye swept around, raising dust all over the sky.
Poor Wang Wu was whipped away by Xie Changyuan's giant sword before he could even make a move. The figure spun freely in the air, flew back to Kongming Mountain at a very fast speed, and finally crashed into a pavilion. The rubble was scattered everywhere, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Some people on the mountain who were not on the front line were a little confused when they saw this scene.
"Did a big black mouse fly past just now?" someone asked his companion.
Xie Changyuan finally arrived.
"Woo!!!!"
The sirens sounded, and Kongming Mountain suddenly became agitated, and the monks felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Xie Changyuan's image is so recognizable. His face is handsome, but he has one eye and one arm. The huge heavy sword on his back has become his trademark.
Most of the people present had seen him. In their memory, this man fought into their sect with a sword. No one could be his general. They watched helplessly as he entered an uninhabited land and defeated the sect.
The ancestor of Neijindan was hacked to death.
They were lucky enough not to have a hand with Xie Changyuan, or they were seriously injured and survived. If possible, no one would want to see this man again.
However, they met again today, and what awaited them next would definitely be a life-and-death battle.