"You trash of the Holy King Sect, come here and die!" Xiao Yun stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the Holy King Sect opposite, with a look of provocation on his face.
The cultivators in the Holy King Sect all have gloomy eyes and ugly faces.
It didn't matter that they were suppressed by Lei Zu before. After all, Lei Zu was the strongest man in the world and he also carried the Chaos Bell. Even Quasi-Emperor Mu Qi had to bow his head.
But, who is Xiao Yun? Although Xiao Yun has good talents and is a quasi-divine son of the Holy Land of Chaos, in the eyes of most people, he is just a low-level monk in the Shenqiao realm.
It is too arrogant for a low-level monk to dare to be so arrogant in front of the gate of their Holy King Sect.
Many practitioners of the Holy King Sect were extremely angry, glaring at Xiao Yun at the top of the mountain in the distance with sinister expressions on their faces, and all of them were gnashing their teeth.
"Ancestor, let me go out and kill him!" A Shenqiao realm disciple of the Holy King Sect saluted Chen Lude.
"Ancestor, let me go, I will definitely kill this kid.
"Another monk from the Shenqiao Realm asked to fight.
"Ancestor, let me go!" "Ancestor, I'll kill him!"... Next, more and more Shenqiao realm monks asked for a fight.
Being beaten up to the mountain gate by someone who is just a monk in the Shenqiao Realm is a huge shame for the Holy King Sect.
Therefore, the disciples of the Holy King Sect all shared the same hatred and came out to ask for a fight.
Chen Lude touched his beard with a happy smile on his face. Seeing the high morale of his disciples, he felt that the military morale was ready and this battle would be won without a doubt.
However, Chen Lude did not dare to underestimate Xiao Yun. After all, he was a peerless monster who had defeated Emperor Li Cheng and defeated Jiang Haoran, the divine son of their Holy King Sect.
Moreover, since Lei Zu dares to be so arrogant, it shows that he has absolute confidence.
Therefore, Chen Lude pondered for a moment, then named ten people in the crowd, and said in a deep voice: "Ren Ziqi, ten of you go out to fight, and use your Ten Ultimate Sword Formation to kill this man.
"Yes!" The ten Shenqiao realm monks headed by Ren Ziqi immediately responded with excitement.
They seemed very happy and all of them were excited.
After all, being able to win honors for the Holy King Sect in front of the Quasi-Emperor Ancestor and the powerful men at the level of the Great Sage is definitely a great achievement. It can definitely enter the sight of the senior leaders of the Holy King Sect, and his future achievements will be limitless.
Moreover, if the Quasi-Emperor Ancestor and the Great Sage Ancestor are happy, they may be rewarded with some treasures, which will make a lot of money.
As for whether they could kill Xiao Yun, all ten of Ren Ziqi seemed very confident.
If it were one-on-one, they really weren't sure. After all, Xiao Yun had already gained a reputation by sweeping across the True Dragon's Nest.
However, if ten of them attack together, they will have absolute certainty.
At that moment, ten people from Ren Ziqi stepped on flying swords, flew out of the Holy King Sect, and shot toward the mountain peak where Xiao Yun was.
"The ancestor actually sent Senior Brother Ren and the others to fight. It seems that we have no chance to take action.
"Senior Brother Ren, the ten of them are not only geniuses from the same group, but also have very good feelings for each other. They often go out to practice together, and have gained the reputation of our Saint King Sect's Ten Sword Immortals. Who knows in the cultivation world? Who knows?"
Don’t you know? This Xiao Yun is dead!” “Yes, Senior Brother Ren and the other ten members of the Ten Jue Sword Formation, I heard that even our Lord Son of God is no match for it.
"The Son of God is still young and has not grown up yet. I am afraid that Xiao Yun is the same. He cannot fight one against ten. He will definitely lose this battle."
"Killing this son will help us, the Son of God, to deal with a future enemy, and increase the chance of the Son of God becoming the Great Emperor."
"...Even the people around them are very confident in Ren Ziqi's ten people, and everyone is talking about it.
Outside the mountain gate of the Holy King Sect, there is a mountain peak.
Xiao Yun put his hands behind his back and looked down at Ren Ziqi's ten people who were shooting from not far away. He said calmly: "Are there only ten people? Your Holy King Sect looks down on me. It seems that I need to give you the Holy King Sect.
A lesson learned.
"Ren Ziqi and others were stunned. What do you mean there are only ten people? Mu De, you are just one person, and we sent ten people. We already think highly of you, but you still dislike you. It is simply too arrogant.
In an instant, all ten people in Ren Ziqi were angered.
Ren Ziqi was even more furious and said: "You dare to talk so shamelessly when you are about to die. It's really ridiculous.
"Senior Brother Ren, why are you talking nonsense to him? Just set up a formation and kill him."
"A disciple shouted towards Xiao Yun.
"Yes, Senior Brother Ren, give me the order to kill this guy as soon as possible so that we can go back and drink.
I heard that Junior Sister Wu recently brewed a batch of new wine, and we just happened to go check it out.
"A disciple said with a smile, his face was relaxed, and he obviously didn't take Xiao Yun seriously.
Xiao Yun snorted coldly and said: "You guys come here and die quickly, I'm still waiting to kill the next batch, and today I'm going to make a river of blood flow in front of your Holy King Sect Mountain Gate.
"Arrogant!" "It's simply too arrogant."
"When death is imminent, you still dare to utter arrogant words. I really don't know how to write the word death."
"...Ren Ziqi and others were furious.
"Come here and kill you!" Xiao Yun raised his fingers towards Ren Ziqi and others, his face full of disdain and ridicule.
Ren Ziqi gave a loud shout and roared: "Brothers, prepare your formation and kill this boy.
"After saying that, ten of Ren Ziqi's men formed a sword formation and sealed Xiao Yun in it.
In the huge sword formation, brilliant sword energy soared into the sky, covering the sky like a sword curtain, making the dark clouds tremble under the pressure.
The endless murderous intent contained in this sword array made everyone watching from a distance tremble.
"Ten Absolute Sword Formations, no one at the same level can break them!" "One-on-one, Senior Brother Ren and the other ten of us are not the strongest in our Holy King Sect, but with ten of them joining forces, even the Son of God can temporarily avoid the edge.
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"This Xiao Yun is dead."
"... In the Holy King Sect, a group of disciples who knew Ren Ziqi well couldn't help but smile confidently. They seemed to have seen the scene of Xiao Yun being killed by Ren Ziqi and others.
"This formation is quite extraordinary and should be invincible in the Shenqiao Realm.
"Chen Lude also praised with a smile.
"Hmph, a rubbish formation is trying to kill my quasi-god son in the Holy Land of Chaos. It's so desperate!" In the sky, Lei Zu sneered again and again.
"Boom!" At this moment, a terrifying blood energy soared into the sky from the Ten Jue Sword Formation, like a bloody divine dragon, roaring loudly in the sky.
Everyone's attention was immediately attracted.
I saw that in the Ten Jue Sword Formation, Xiao Yun's body was shining brightly, as if a hot flame was burning, making his whole body look like a star, exuding dazzling brilliance.
"You want to kill me just by breaking the formation? You are so ridiculous!" Xiao Yun's sharp eyes penetrated the void and scanned Ren Ziqi and others. His breathtaking eyes made their hearts tremble.
"The flow of ten thousand swords!" Xiao Yun then shouted loudly, controlling the Black Demon Sword, turning into a mighty black sword river, carrying an earth-shattering power, and immediately impacted the entire Ten Jue Sword Formation.
"Not good!" Ren Ziqi's expression changed drastically. He felt an unparalleled power from this mighty black sword river.