"Yin Zhiwei!" When the crowd heard this name, their eyes couldn't help but tremble, and many people's hearts trembled. It turned out that the person who spoke was Yin Zhiwei, no wonder he was so perverse and violent. e novel ww┡
"Yin Zhiwei?" At this time, Nie Tian's eyes couldn't help but freeze. He had heard this name once before and remembered it very clearly.
Yin Zhiwei is from Lingyun Jiange, and is already engaged to Qin Yang's sister, Qin Yue, the girl Han Ling likes.
It is said that Yin Zhiwei was once the number one person in the Earth Sword, and he was also the 29th on the Heavenly Sword Ranking.
Nie Tian saw that he was just over a hundred years old, similar to Han Ling. It was indeed impressive to be able to enter the 29th place on the Heavenly Sword Ranking at this age.
Especially compared with Han Ling, the gap between the two is indeed huge.
"It's him!" Han Ling's eyes trembled slightly. Although he had never met Yin Zhiwei, he knew the relationship between the latter and Qin Yue. Seeing this man so arrogant, one can imagine his mood.
"A bunch of ants!" Yin Zhiwei looked at everyone with a stern look, scolded them without any scruples, and was about to turn around and leave.
In his eyes, these swordsmen around him are not worthy of the name of swordsmen at all. At most, they are just a group of ant swordsmen.
Being so scorned by Yin Zhiwei, everyone had angry faces, but they dared not speak out and could only look at Yin Shi's back and leave bitterly.
Yin Zhiwei is crazy, but he has crazy strength, and his ability is already very terrifying. Coupled with the Lingyun sword pavilion behind him, there are only a handful of people who dare to provoke him.
"Calling everyone ants, your Excellency is going too far!" Just as Yin Zhiwei left, a discordant voice sounded, with a sense of ridicule.
The voice was not loud, but everyone's eyes immediately turned around and saw that the person who spoke was a middle-aged swordsman in gray clothes, holding a black heavy sword in his hand, and he looked very powerful.
Nie Tian looked at the gray-clothed swordsman. The latter's strength was not weak. He was actually at the fifth level of Heavenly Emperor's cultivation and the secret realm of the intermediate sword.
"Huh?" Yin Zhiwei's eyes darkened slightly, then turned around, looked at the swordsman in gray with a solemn expression, and sneered: "Ant, say what you just said again."
"So what if I say it again?" The swordsman in gray was quite bloody and shouted in a deep voice: "You regard all the swordsmen present as ants. Aren't you too arrogant? Don't think that your back is against the big tree of Lingyun Sword Pavilion.
, then no one dares to touch you. This is Tianhuang City, no matter how powerful your Lingyun sword pavilion is, there is no way your sharp claws can reach here."
The crowd nodded after listening to the words of the swordsman in gray. Yin Zhiwei was too arrogant and aroused public anger.
"Really?" However, Yin Zhiwei didn't care about other people's reactions at all. He stared at the swordsman in gray with cold eyes. The terrifying murderous intention spread in the space. Everyone present felt a suffocating sense of oppression.
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"Seeking death!" Suddenly, Yin Zhiwei's figure moved, and immediately a killing sword intent roared out, forming a silver human-shaped shadow in the air, flickering like a ghost.
"Bang!" The void trembled slightly, and after a muffled sound, the figure of the swordsman in gray flew out, and after landing, he became a headless corpse!
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Before anyone could understand what was going on, the swordsman in gray clothes had been decapitated and died in a strange way.
What’s even weirder is that what flows out from the head of the gray-clothed swordsman is not bright red blood, but silver blood. It’s as if his blood has been contaminated by the silver sword intention and turned silver-white!
Yin Zhiwei's sword was so fast and ruthless that everyone was caught off guard.
No one thought that Yin Zhiwei would kill people in public, and no one thought that his sword would be so weird.
"Silver Soul Sword Intent!" Nie Tian saw this scene from the side, and his eyes couldn't help but trembled. He recognized that what Yin Zhiwei released was the Silver Soul Sword Intent, the bloodline Sword Intent of the Yin family in Lingyun Sword Pavilion!
With the Silver Soul Sword Intent, one sword strike can instantly kill a fifth-level Heavenly Emperor expert, which is really terrifying!
"This person's Silver Soul Sword Intent is very unique. It seems to have undergone some kind of alienation. It is even more powerful and weird than Yin Gucheng's Silver Soul Sword Intent!" Nie Tian said secretly in his heart. He could feel that Yin Zhiwei's Silver Soul Sword Intent was different from the ordinary one.
The intention of the Gintama Sword is different, it is more killing and more powerful, and its power is more terrifying.
Yin Gucheng was the master of Lingyun Sword Pavilion. Nie Tian had fought with this person before and gained a slight upper hand by relying on the three taboo moves of Proud Sword Art.
Yin Zhiwei's appearance is somewhat similar to that of Yin Gucheng, so he should be his son.
Yin Zhiwei is not very old. Although he is over a hundred years old, he is very young for a warrior. To be able to cultivate such a terrifying Gintama Sword Intention at this age, Yin Zhiwei's swordsmanship talent is indeed amazing.
"Ant!" Yin Zhiwei glanced at the corpse on the ground coldly, smiled contemptuously, and said, "This is the end of talking too much!"
After saying that, Yin Zhiwei glanced at everyone with solemn eyes and said: "I tell you, I, Yin Zhiwei, don't need any big tree to support me. If anyone doesn't understand what I do, just say it. This person is
example!"
The cold voice fell, and everyone fell silent. The scene was completely silent, without any sound.
Yin Zhiwei can even kill the gray-robed swordsman with one sword, but the others are basically not as strong as the gray-robed swordsman, so they don't dare to show any dissatisfaction.
"A bunch of ants! You don't even have the courage to speak. Letting you enter the ancient sword tomb is simply an insult to the sword tomb!" Seeing that no one spoke, Yin Zhiwei couldn't help but become more arrogant and sneered again and again.
Nie Tian frowned slightly as he watched, but did not make a move.
Yin Zhiwei's strength is at the seventh level of the Emperor of Heaven, and his swordsmanship has reached the Mystery of Advanced Swordsmanship, making him a top swordsman.
If Nie Tian takes action rashly, he is not sure of defeating the latter, and the most important thing is that he does not want to reveal his identity.
If a violent and cruel person like Yin Zhiwei enters the forbidden area, he will definitely go on a killing spree and kill everyone he sees.
Nie Tian estimated that among the swordsmen participating in the sword fight, very few could compete with Yin Zhiwei in strength.
Yin Zhiwei is the 29th person on the Heavenly Sword Ranking. Apart from those old monsters who have been hiding for a long time, he is almost the 29th swordsman in the Heavenly Sword Dao. With such strength, it is indeed difficult.
People like Mo Qianjun and Jiu Qiansheng certainly disdain to participate in any kendo competition, so there are very few people who can defeat Yin Zhiwei in a kendo competition.
Putting Yin Zhiwei into the forbidden area is like releasing a murderous maniac.
There are countless swordsmen like Yin Zhiwei in the heaven.
Thinking of this, Nie Tian couldn't help but shake his head slightly. It seemed that this sword fight was destined to be a bloody battle.
"Second uncle!" At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded, and then a figure rushed out from the crowd, and it turned out to be a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.
When the young man saw the corpse on the ground and the head that rolled down on the ground, he suddenly became furious and shouted in a deep voice: "You bastard, who killed my second uncle?"