Luo Yuheng had a gloomy face and looked at these sword cultivators coldly without saying a word...
I have no intention of intervening.
Just watch with a cold eye, that's all.
But these sword cultivators didn't seem to take Luo Yuheng seriously and walked straight over.
Looking at Ye Xiu's hands greedily...
"An ancient painting?"
"Hehe, the things from the Immortal Sect are not bad at all. I didn't expect that there really is something in this leaky training hall."
Many people's thoughts are wandering and their eyes are extremely hot.
"Senior Brother Jiandu, is this thing really a treasure?"
A young swordsman frowned and looked at the only strong master among the crowd, his face full of suspicion. With his eyesight, he couldn't see anything different in this painting.
Very ordinary…
It's just an ordinary scroll.
There is no breath coming out.
Even, it’s not even a magic weapon!
What are you trying to steal...
"Your boy's sharp eyesight needs to be improved. What does it mean to be a real treasure?"
Yan Jiandu snorted, looked at Ye Xiu with cold eyes, and said slowly: "The training hall was destroyed, but this thing is still intact. Based on this alone, we can conclude that the painting in his hand, even if it is not from the Immortal Sect,
The material of the treasure is also extraordinary."
"If you don't want to die, just hand over the painting."
Yan Jiandu pulled out his long sword with a 'buzzing' sound and looked at Ye Xiu with murderous intent. Hua, he was determined. Unless Yan Bingyun came in person, no one's pleas would be useless. This can't be blamed on him for getting there first.
, according to the rules of the Demon Sword Pavilion, as long as the painting is found by himself, no matter who ends up with it, he will get a share of the pie. If Ye Xiu is asked to hand it over to Yan Bingyun, it has nothing to do with him.
, this account is easy to calculate.
"I promised Pavilion Master Yan Shao, but you are forcing yourself to do something difficult."
Ye Xiu frowned and said calmly.
"Why, do you want to use Senior Brother to suppress us?"
Yan Jiandu sneered a few times, looked at Ye Xiu and said mockingly: "What you promised yourself has nothing to do with me. How to explain it is also your own business. What's more, this painting is also our first
What you saw, you just picked it up first, don’t you think so?"
"No...that's right."
"Senior Brother Jiandu saw it first."
"I bear witness!"
"I can also testify..."
"Hand over the painting."
"..."
These sword cultivators, the more they shouted, the more energetic they became, almost drawing out their swords to kill people.
Speaking of Jiandu, he also chuckled and looked at Ye Xiu with a bit of pride on his face.
You are the only one who still wants to fight me...
"The people in Demon Sword Pavilion are really more disgusting than the last."
Luo Yuheng couldn't stand it any longer. His face behind the veil looked at Yan Jiandu with disgust and sneered.
Hearing the word 'disgusting', Yan Jiandu's face suddenly turned cold. His sword intent was raging, and he stared at her to warn, saying: "Luo Yuheng, you can scold me, but if it involves the Demon Sword Pavilion, I'm afraid
You can't bear the anger of Master and the others. Don't think that the pill formation realm is so great. In our Demon Sword Pavilion, pill formation is just that."
Luo Yuheng was choked severely.
The pretty face is cold.
Her back molars were almost broken, but she couldn't do anything with these sword cultivators, and she couldn't even refute it. The Demon Sword Pavilion was indeed very powerful. There were several people in the Nascent Soul realm alone. To kill these people, with her current strength,
I really can't bear the anger of Demon Sword Pavilion.
"Haha, are all the people of the Zhou and Wu dynasties so courageous?"
Seeing Ye Xiu's delay in responding and being unmoved, Yan Jiandu's face also showed a look of warmth and anger. Although he was not as powerful as Yan Bingyun in the Demon Sword Pavilion and was not as favored as Yan Yunshang, he could
After all, he was a second-generation disciple and could barely be considered a leader. He looked at Ye Xiu with cold eyes: "My patience is limited. If you don't hand over the painting, don't blame me for not giving Luo Guoshi face."
"So, there is no need to discuss?"
Ye Xiu sighed and looked at him helplessly.
"What are we discussing, do you want to hide this painting and bring it back to Zhou Wu Dynasty?"
Yan Jiandu smiled coldly.
"I don't want to kill anyone yet, why bother?"
Ye Xiu shook his head, his eyes suddenly turned cold. Before Yan Jian could react, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck. His five fingers formed into claws, pinched his neck with a 'snap' sound, and instantly lifted him up.
.
"What...what do you want to do? I am a disciple of the Demon Sword Pavilion..." Yan Jiandu's face changed wildly, and he looked at Ye Xiu with horrified eyes. His neck was pinched, and his face turned purple from suppressing it. However, what shocked him the most was
What was frightening was that at his master level, there was no room for struggle in the opponent's hands. The shadow of death shrouded him, making him tremble uncontrollably.
"What is the Demon Sword Pavilion?"
Ye Xiu snorted coldly and didn't care about his threat at all. With a little force on his hand, he easily broke his neck. After throwing it out, he turned to look at the remaining sword cultivators and said indifferently.
: "And you, don't be a disciple of the Demon Sword Pavilion in your next life. It's bad luck..."
Bang bang bang!
Killings occurred everywhere.
It's just one punch at a time.
After Yan Jiandu died, the remaining sword cultivators, the strongest ones were only in the Xiantian realm. In front of Ye Xiu, let alone fight back, if they could escape, it would be considered as their ancestral graves were smoking.
"Ah, ah..." The screams kept coming.
Unilateral massacre.
In the blink of an eye, five sword cultivators were already dead on the spot. The remaining two were a little further away. When they saw this scene, their faces suddenly turned pale.
"Jian...Senior Brother Du is dead?
Go quickly and inform Senior Brother."
Before Ye Xiu could get closer, Jian Xiu, who was standing by the door, took two loud steps, turned around and ran away.
"Luo Yuheng, leave this person behind."
Ye Xiu's expression changed slightly. It was not yet time to fall out with the people from the Demon Sword Pavilion, so naturally he couldn't let the sword cultivator escape.
Now I have turned against you.
Who will help him search for the Immortal Sect?
Luo Yuheng, who had been dumbfounded for a long time when he heard Ye Xiu's words "leave the person behind", finally came to his senses and even ignored his words. Luo Yuheng raised his ancient sword and slashed at the escaped sword cultivator.
passed.
Take action in the Dan Formation Realm.
How can a mere innate warrior be able to resist it?
There was only a muffled sound of 'pop', Luo Yuheng's ancient sword passed by, and the sword cultivator's body fell straight down.
The head rolled away more than ten meters.
The remaining swordsman was two steps too late and died in Ye Xiu's hands before he even stepped out of the door of the training hall.
"..."
"What's going on? It seems like they are from the Demon Sword Pavilion..." Zhao Guoxian and Qi Wuwei, who had not gone far, were dumbfounded after seeing this scene. Their bodies seemed to be filled with lead, and they were stunned.
They were all at a loss where they were.
The people from the Demon Sword Pavilion were killed.
This is no small matter.
Instead, the sky fell.
"Who...did it?"
Zhao Guoxian's throat twitched, he swallowed with a 'gulu' sound and said with a trembling voice.
"It seems to be the sword of the Imperial Master."
Qi Wuwei said in surprise.
"That's what you said, it's none of my business."
Zhao Guoxian looked at him sideways and drew a clear line instantly.
"Zhao Guoxian, do you want to trick me?"
Qi Wuwei's hair stood on end and he glared at him.
"Haha, why are you being tricked?
I didn’t see anything anyway.”
Zhao Guoxian said calmly.
"I didn't see it either."
Qi Wuwei said bravely.
"You said it, I heard it."
Zhao Guoxian shook his head and said.
The corner of Qi Wuwei's mouth twitched, he turned his head, looked at Zhao Guoxian with scarlet eyes and gritted his teeth, and said: "Mr. Zhao, you have no son..."