Zhao Wuji had just appeared, and the powerful sword power on his body seemed to make him the protagonist of this world.
He had handsome features, but there was an evil air between his brows, which gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.
"How could it be him?"
"What is this guy doing here with us..."
Everyone was very puzzled, and their eyes were full of surprise.
It has been more than a month since everyone in Donghuang came to Kongming City, and Zhao Wuji's name was so loud that it was difficult to gain momentum in front of him.
The Black Feather Palace itself is the Holy Land of Beiling. It is a behemoth-like existence in Beiling, and its status is comparable to that of the Eastern Wilderness Tiandao Sect.
Zhao Wuji is the golden demon of Black Feather Palace. He is said to be invincible under the Half Saint. The Black Feather Sword Code he cultivates is very mysterious.
Swish, swish, swish!
Facing his powerful approach, everyone in Donghuang couldn't help but take a few steps back.
The four sword servants in front of Zhao Wuji all had mocking looks on their lips.
The masks on their faces were of different shapes, some were devil dogs, some were black tigers, some were golden cheetahs, and one person wore a white wolf mask, which looked the most terrifying.
Tiger, leopard, wolfdog!
The four masks seemed to be sealing monsters, and they were fused with the souls of several people, making these four people look particularly weird.
The sword servant wearing the devil dog mask was named Zhao Quan. He smiled and said: "My young master, I heard that the young generation of sword cultivators in the Eastern Wasteland gathered here, so I came here to pay a visit today to see if you are qualified to participate in these twenty
Annual Famous Swords Conference."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone immediately became dissatisfied.
They were invited and naturally qualified to participate in the Famous Sword Conference. Zhao Wuji didn't take them seriously at all.
"We were invited here, why are we not qualified to participate in the Famous Sword Conference?"
"The assessment of the three levels has not started yet, and you have to take the place of Hidden Sword Villa?"
"Black Feather Palace is not qualified to be so arrogant!"
In fact, before every famous sword competition, the top sword cultivators from all over the world will test each other and compete with each other to see who are the masters.
However, this Zhao Wuji seemed a little more arrogant.
Zhao Wuji found a table and sat down at random. He ignored the others and took out the wine and drank it by himself.
"Zhao Wuji, what do you mean?"
An Ziyun, who had provoked Lin Yun before, walked towards him with a cold expression and a holy sword in hand.
Everyone said that Ye Qingtian was crazy, but I didn't find much after studying it, but Zhao Wuji was 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.
"Anjia, An Ziyun!" An Ziyun said coldly.
Zhao Wuji exclaimed and said: "The An family is considered a giant in the Eastern Wasteland. There was a great sage sitting here before ancient times, but unfortunately there are no swordsman geniuses. If your family's son comes here, maybe he can pick up a few swords from me. You?"
You are not even qualified to fight with me."
An Ziyun had never been humiliated like this before, and his face immediately darkened. Looking at Donghuang, no one had ever looked down upon him so much.
Not only he, but also An Jia didn't take Zhao Wuji seriously.
"court death!"
An Ziyun drew his sword in anger, and the sword's light was dazzling, illuminating half of the dojo in an instant.
Buzz!
The sword body trembled, and then the power of Xingyao bloomed. This was a sacred sword of Xingyao.
The faces of everyone in the dojo suddenly changed slightly, and they each released the energy of nirvana to resist.
The power of Xing Yao is still quite terrifying, especially when the sword cultivator activates it, its edge is extremely sharp.
If you are not careful, you will be injured by the sword energy, which even the holy armor will find difficult to resist.
"An Ziyun is not simple. He has activated one-tenth of the power of this Xingyao Saint Soldier!"
"No wonder he dared to provoke Ye Qingtian before, so he came prepared!"
…
Whoosh!
An Ziyun turned his wrist, and a strange phenomenon bloomed behind him. A sea of fire appeared, and the sword that flew away looked like a real dragon bathed in the firelight.
Zhao Wuji smiled, but still didn't move, still drinking slowly.
Seeing that this sword was about to hit Zhao Wuji, he gasped. The sword servant wearing a devil dog mask next to him stepped forward and grabbed the sword directly in the palm of his hand.
call!
His hands were like thousands of years of ice. The moment he held the blade of the sword, the vast sea of fire was instantly extinguished.
The so-called flame dragon also collapsed at the first touch and died down, leaving everyone who saw it dumbfounded.
How is this done?
The power of Xingyao was destroyed easily?
Everyone was shocked and turned pale. They all looked at Zhao Dog involuntarily, with fear and jealousy flashing in their eyes.
Behind Zhao Quan appeared the phantom of the three-headed demon dog. The three-headed demon dog was a hundred feet tall and had unparalleled intimidation.
At the same time, a demonic energy was released from his body, and everyone woke up. This man had the blood of the three-headed hell dog in his body.
"It is said that there have been no swordsman wizards in the Eastern Wasteland since Jian Jingtian. Today I saw that the rumors were true. A guy like you is actually qualified to stand here. You are really too weak."
Zhao Quan mocked unscrupulously.
Not far away, a young man wearing a white wolf mask sneered: "Jian Jingtian is nothing. He has been imprisoned for a long time and will never be able to become a saint in this life. As for the Sword Sect, it has long since declined."
At this moment, An Ziyun's sword was firmly held, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he kept urging the energy of nirvana to explode the opponent's hand.
Zhao Quan snorted coldly, roared from within his body, let go violently, and then his body disappeared as if it had changed shape.
When he reappeared, a palm was printed on An Ziyun's heart. Bang, with a shocking loud noise, An Ziyun's protective energy was crushed, and a huge hole was sunken into his chest.
Whoosh!
His body was like a dead dog, hitting the stone pillars of the dojo, and he fainted from the pain on the spot.
Zhao Quan returned to the place, as if he had never moved, and said coldly: "Such a waste dares to be disrespectful to the young master. I really don't know how to write the word "death"!"
Many sword cultivators in the East Wasteland were so surprised that they couldn't say a word. They were all stunned, and some were even frightened.
Even if An Ziyun is not the top sword cultivator, he is definitely worthy of being a first-class swordsman among the people in Donghuang.
He even fought against a half-saint once and managed to escape unscathed, but now he was defeated in one move.
How terrifying is the strength of this Zhao dog?
Gongsun Yan took a breath, his face turned mutinous, and he trembled with fear and quickly hid behind Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan's face didn't look very good either. This Zhao Dog's strength was really scary and made him feel very dangerous.
The most important thing is that this person is just Zhao Wuji's sword servant, maybe even the weakest sword servant.
Lin Yun's eyes narrowed slightly. This Zhao dog shouldn't be that strong. He was able to control An Ziyun because of the mutual restraint of his attributes.
As for the phantom of the demonic beast, it is just a cover-up. What is really powerful about him is that he has an extremely secret Xingyao secret treasure fused into his palm.
As well as his miraculous body skills, not many people can see the clues.
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 Jian Zong and others, and said with a smile: "Jian Zong's disciples are actually here, don't you really think that you can still perform the legend of eighteen years ago? You Donghuang Sword Dao has long ago
It has declined, and the Sword Sect is even less worth mentioning."
"The Black Feather Palace is indeed amazing, but compared to the top geniuses, if I, the buried beauties of the Sword Sect, are still here, you all together can't compare!"
A cold and arrogant voice came, and Lin Yun couldn't help but look over, it was Ye Ziling who spoke.
Zhao Quan looked at Ye Ziling and was slightly startled. This woman's temperament was really unique.
However, her cold and aloof temperament makes people feel uncomfortable for no reason.
"Bury the playboy?"
Zhao Quan said coldly: "If he hadn't offended Tian Xuanzi, he might still be a talented person. As for now, he is just a lost dog."
"Burying the Playboy is nothing. It's just a false name. Not to mention that there have been 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 man wearing the white wolf mask said
The person's aura turned cold and he said coldly.
Ye Ziling raised her eyebrows, anger flashed in her eyes, she would not allow anyone to slander the buried beauty.
In her deep purple eyes, there were snowflakes turning, and the place inside the dojo suddenly became extremely cold.
"Want to take action?"
Zhao Quan and Bai Lang both had disdain on their faces and did not take Ye Ziling seriously.
But Ye Ziling and Mu Qingqing stopped her and kept comforting her secretly.
She has no chance of winning one against two, and even one on one, she may not be able to completely defeat her opponent.