Zhao Wuji had just appeared, and his powerful sword power seemed to have made him the protagonist of this world.
He has handsome facial features, but there is a sense of evil spirit between his eyebrows, which gives people a very uncomfortable feeling.
"How could it be him?"
"What are we doing here..."
Everyone was puzzled, and their eyes were filled with shock and suspicion.
Everyone in the East Wilderness came to Kongming City for more than a month, and Zhao Wuji's name was well-known, so it was difficult to have any momentum in front of him.
The Black Feather Palace itself is a holy land of Beiling, and is a giant existence in Beiling, and its status is comparable to that of the Eastern Wilderness Heavenly Dao Sect.
Zhao Wuji is the golden monster of the Black Feather Palace. He is known as no one can defeat the Half Saint. The Black Feather Sword Classic he practices is very mysterious.
Swish swish swish swish!
Faced with his strong arrival, everyone in the East Wilderness couldn't help but take a few steps back.
The four sword servants in front of Zhao Wuji all curled up mockingly.
The masks they wore were of different shapes, some were magic dogs, some were black tigers, some were golden cheetahs, and one of them looked the most terrifying with a white wolf mask.
Tiger, Leopard, Wolf Dog!
The four masks seemed to be sealed with monsters, and they merged with the souls of several people, making these four people look particularly weird.
The sword servant wearing the magic dog mask is named Zhao Quan. He smiled and said, "My son, I heard that the young sword cultivators in the East Wilderness gathered here. Today I came to visit and see if you are qualified to participate in these twenty
The annual famous sword conference.”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately became dissatisfied.
They were invited to come, so they were naturally qualified to participate in the famous sword conference. Zhao Wuji did not take them seriously at all.
"We were invited to come, why are we not qualified to participate in the famous sword conference?"
"The assessment has not started yet, are you going to replace Zangjian Villa?"
"Heiyu Palace is not qualified to be so arrogant!"
In fact, before every famous sword meeting, top sword cultivators located in all sides will test and compete with each other to see which masters are there.
However, Zhao Wuji seemed a little more arrogant.
Zhao Wuji casually found a table to sit down, ignored others, took out the wine and started drinking it on his own.
"Zhao Wuji, what do you mean?"
An Ziyun, who had provoked Lin Yun before, walked towards the other party with a cold expression on his face.
It is said that Ye Qingtian is crazy, but after experiencing it, he didn't notice much, but Zhao Wuji is really crazy.
I really don't even want to look at them!
"Who are you?"
Zhao Wuji looked at the wine in the glass and did not look at An Ziyun directly.
"An family, An Ziyun!" An Ziyun said coldly.
Zhao Wuji said oh, and said, "The An family is also a huge creature in the Eastern Wilderness. Before ancient times, there was a great saint in charge. Unfortunately, there was no swordsman. If your prince came here for the rest of his life, he might be able to take my sword. You?
I don't even have the qualifications to fight me."
An Ziyun had never suffered such humiliation, and his face immediately became gloomy. Looking at the Eastern Wilderness, no one has underestimated him so much.
Not only Zhao Wuji, he didn't even take the An family seriously.
"court death!"
An Ziyun drew his sword in anger, and the sword light was dazzling, illuminating half of the temple in an instant.
Buzz!
The sword body trembled, and then the power of the stars bloomed, which was a star-shaped holy sword.
The faces of the people in the temple changed slightly, and they each released the energy of Nirvana to resist.
The power of the stars is still quite terrifying, especially when the sword cultivator is activated, the sharpness is extremely sharp.
If you are not careful, you will be injured by the sword energy and even the holy armor will be difficult to resist.
"An Ziyun is not simple. This Star Saint Soldier was activated by him by one tenth of his power!"
"No wonder he dared to provoke Ye Qingtian before and came prepared!"
...
Swish!
An Ziyun turned his wrist and a strange phenomenon bloomed behind him. A sea of fire appeared. The sword light that flew away looked like a real dragon bathed in the fire.
Zhao Wuji laughed, but he still didn't move, and was still drinking slowly.
Seeing that the sword was about to stab Zhao Wuji, he huffed, the sword servant with the magic dog mask next to him stepped forward and grabbed the sword directly in the palm of his hand.
call!
His hand was like thousands of years of ice. The moment he held the sword blade, the vast sea of fire extinguished in an instant.
The so-called true dragon of flames is also a shocking defeat at one touch, and the flag is gone, making people stunned.
How did this be done?
The power of the stars was broken at will?
Everyone was shocked and looked at Zhao Quan involuntarily, with fear and shocked eyes flashing in their eyes.
The phantom of the three demon dogs appeared behind Zhao Quan. The three demon dogs were as high as a hundred feet tall and had an unparalleled deterrence.
At the same time, the demonic aura was released on his body, and everyone woke up. The man had the bloodline of the three-headed dog in his body.
"It is said that since the sword shocked the world, Donghuang has not had any sword-doctrine genius. I only realized the rumors were true when I saw them today. You are actually qualified to stand here. It's really too weak."
Zhao Quan mocked him unscrupulously.
The young man wearing a white wolf mask not far away sneered: "Jian Jingtian is nothing. He has long been a prison for his land and will never become a saint in his life. As for the sword sect, it has long been declining."
At this moment, An Ziyun's sword was firmly held, and his forehead was sweating profusely, constantly urging the Nirvana energy to explode the other party's palm.
Zhao Quan snorted coldly, and roars came from his body, and he suddenly let go, and then his body disappeared like a change of shadows.
When it appeared again, a palm was imprinted on An Ziyun's heart. Bang, An Ziyun's protective energy shattered and a huge hole was sunk in the shocking sound.
Swish!
His body was like a dead dog, hitting the stone pillars of the dojo, and fainted from pain on the spot.
Zhao Quan returned to his original place, as if he had never moved before, and said coldly: "You dare to be disrespectful to the young master, I really don't know how to write the word "death"!"
Many sword cultivators in the East Wilderness could not say a word of surprise, and were stunned, and some were even scared.
Even if An Ziyun is not the top sword cultivator, he can definitely deserve the word "first-class" among the people in the East Wilderness.
Even if he had fought with the Semi-Saint, he could escape unscathed, but now he was ruined with one move.
How terrible is this Zhao Quan’s strength?
Gongsun Yan took a breath, his face mutiny, and he was so scared that he hurriedly hid behind Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan's face was not very good-looking. Zhao Quan's strength was really a bit terrifying, which made him feel very dangerous.
The most important thing is that this man is just Zhao Wuji's sword servant, and may even be the weakest sword servant.
Lin Yun's eyes condensed slightly. This Zhao Quan should not be that strong. His ability to control An Ziyun is due to his attribute restraint.
As for the phantom of the monster, it was just a trick. What was really amazing was that an extremely secret star secret treasure was fused in the palm of his hand.
As well as the magical body movements, there are not many people who can see the clues in the field.
Lin Yun actually didn't pay much attention to Zhao Quan. His eyes were on the man wearing the white wolf mask. This man was a bit weird.
Zhao Quan glanced at him and fell on the Jian Sect and others, and said with a smile: "The disciples of the Jian Sect have come too. You don't really think that you can still perform the legend of 18 years ago, right? You Donghuang Jiandao was already
Then he declined, and the Sword Sect was even more worth mentioning."
"The Black Feather Palace is indeed amazing, but compared to the top genius, if my Sword Sect Burial Flower Master is still there, you can't compare with them all!"
A cold and arrogant voice came, and Lin Yun couldn't help but look over, and it was Ye Ziling who spoke.
Zhao Quan looked at Ye Ziling and was slightly stunned. This woman's temperament was really amazing.
However, her cold and cold temperament, which keeps people from thousands of miles away, makes people feel like they are being caught for no reason.
"Burning Flower Boy?"
Zhao Quan said coldly: "If he hadn't offended Tian Xuanzi, he might be a talented person. As for now, he is just a stray dog."
"The burial flower boy is nothing, he has a false reputation. Not to mention that there are rumors that he is dead. Even if he is not dead, as long as he dares to appear in front of me, I can slap him to death with one palm!" The one wearing the white wolf mask
The person's aura became cold and said coldly.
Ye Ziling raised her eyebrows, and anger flashed in her eyes. She refused to slander the Burial Flower Prince.
In her deep purple eyes, there was snow flowers turning, and the temple suddenly became extremely cold.
"Want to do it?"
Zhao Quan and Bai Lang both showed disdain and did not take Ye Ziling seriously.
But Ye Ziling and Mu Qingqing stopped her and kept comforting her in secret.
She has no chance of winning by one against two, and even one on one, she may not be able to defeat her opponent completely.