Chapter 382 The guardian of Jinling, Fan Zhongtian!
Time passed slowly.
On the outskirts of Jinling, near the edge of the Qinhuai River, several masked men flashed over.
These people all have extremely strong auras.
"I didn't expect that Yang Xiong had been disabled for more than ten years. Not only was he fine, but his cultivation level had even improved!"
"The family has an order to interfere with Yang Xiong's tribulation. Even if he cannot be killed, he cannot succeed in breaking through."
The leading man stared in the direction of the Yang family, with murderous intent in his eyes.
There is also a hint of jealousy.
He is also at the peak of the Golden Core Realm. He has been stuck in the Golden Core Realm for more than 20 years and still cannot break through.
But Yang Xiong had been idle for more than ten years, but he made a breakthrough before him.
Naturally, he felt jealous! "The Yang family must be on guard around them. We'll rush in with force."
"Remember, don't fight with the masters of the Yang family. Our goal is only for Yang Xiong!"
The masked man said in a cold tone: "In addition to us, there will probably be other forces sending secret agents, so the chance of success this time is very high."
"action!"
Give an order.
The masked man flashed out with his henchmen.
But at this moment, the masked man's eyebrows suddenly jumped wildly, and an inexplicable sense of crisis enveloped his whole body.
"Those who are at home, retreat."
"If you dare to take another step forward, you will be killed without mercy."
An indifferent voice echoed in everyone's ears.
I can only hear his voice but not see his person.
"who?"
The masked man's expression changed drastically, and he didn't notice who was speaking due to his level of cultivation.
Seeing that the thunder disaster in the sky was coming to an end, a cold look flashed in his eyes.
If he doesn't take action, Yang Xiong will succeed! "Keep taking action and rush in!"
The man yelled suddenly and moved forward, preparing to force his way in.
The moment he moved.
"Whoops -" The void shattered, and a peach wood flying sword flashed out, floating in the void so strangely, suppressing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth! "Purple Gold Mountain?"
The man was shocked and turned pale, and quickly begged for mercy: "Fan..." Phew! The Taomu Flying Sword suddenly accelerated and disappeared.
Teleport! "Pfft..." The man at the peak of the golden elixir and all his confidants were killed almost at the same time. No sword marks or scars could be seen on the outside, because the cause of death was the destruction of the soul.
Five corpses fell to the ground with a crash.
The mahogany flying sword was suspended in the void. Suddenly, the tip of the sword trembled and pointed somewhere.
"Alas -" "I don't want to cause killing, so why do some people always refuse to listen to my warning?"
A sigh sounded.
The next moment, the Taomu Feijian suddenly disappeared, and thousands of meters away from here, several more hidden killers were killed.
These people.
from different forces.
From different families.
The purpose is to hinder Yang Xiong's breakthrough.
...The outskirts of Jinling.
Every time the mahogany flying sword flashes, someone must be killed.
There have been four or five waves of killers, silent deaths.
Boom! Within Jinling City, several powerful energies suddenly erupted.
One after another, the divine souls conveyed their voices, quickly passing through Jinling City to the outskirts, and then landed in front of the Taomu Flying Sword.
"Fan Zhongtian, Zijin Taoist Temple has always ignored the fighting in Jinling City. You have broken the precept today."
"Fan Zhongtian, are you trying to start a war by killing my disciple?"
"I have given Zijin Taoist Temple enough face without taking action myself."
"As the guardian of Jinling, your duty is to protect Jinling, not the Yang family."
"..." Every sound transmission from the soul was followed by a cold and stern voice.
Only Nascent Soul Realm monks can send out spiritual sound transmissions from such a distance. In other words, at this time, at least four Nascent Soul Realm monks are issuing warnings at the same time.
"Buzzing..." The Taomu Flying Sword trembled.
The sword is soaring to the sky.
A cold and extraordinary word rang out from the sword.
"Twelve years ago, I didn't have time to take action, which ultimately led to a catastrophe."
"Today, I will protect Yang Xiong, no matter who comes."
Fan Zhongtian's voice came out from the peach wood flying sword, like a sharp sword light, filled with ice and coldness.
The voice transmissions from those souls were silent for a while.
final.
A cold snort sounded.
"snort!"
"Fan Zhongtian, you broke the rules of Purple Mountain yourself. From now on, don't blame me for breaking the rules. I..." He hadn't finished his words yet.
Zheng! The mahogany flying sword suddenly burst out with extreme killing intent.
Killing intent boiled, pointing directly at the voice transmission that had spoken previously.
"Bai Ye, do you think I don't know you sneaked into Jinling in secret?
The Bai family in Nanling belongs to a reclusive family and does not belong to Jinling City, so what are you pretending to be?"
The sword power skyrocketed.
The voice from the soul that spoke earlier suddenly trembled, obviously shocked that his identity was discovered.
Zheng! The peach wood flying sword trembled again, pointing at the other three groups of souls.
"There are also Xiang Zongping, Huan Fenglan, and Huang Jian. You three thought you were hiding your soul, so I didn't know it was you?"
"roll!"
"Go back, old man!"
"Because you are not shocking the world, I will let you go this time, and I will kill you next time!"
"Bai Ye, if you don't get out of Jinling City within two minutes, the old Taoist will destroy the Bai family in Nanling!"
Fan Zhongtian's voice came from the Taomu Feijian.
It's plain and indifferent, but it also contains the murderous intention.
"Destroying the Bai family in Nanling?"
Bai Ye's cold shout sounded: "Fan Zhongtian, do you have the courage?
Aren’t you afraid that what happened twelve years ago will happen again?”
Just this sentence.
The sword intent and killing intent on Taomu Feijian were all restrained, and then suddenly disappeared without a trace.
In the field, only a few groups of souls left by Yuanying realm monks were left.
"Leaving?"
An uncertain voice sounded: "Brother Bai, was Fan Zhongtian scared away like this?"
"I don't know either."
Bai Ye hesitated for a moment and then said: "Ignore him. Let your people continue to interfere with Yang Xiong. This person is not allowed to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm."
"If it doesn't work, I'll take action and kill Yang Xiong."
"good!"
……at the same time.
In Jinling City, Qinhuai River.
A small wooden boat slowly floated over, and on the wooden boat sat an old man with a stooped figure and wearing a raincoat.
The water ripples.
Taomu Feijian appeared out of thin air.
"It doesn't matter if you don't take me, Fan Zhongtian, seriously. It seems that I am really going to break the precept today."
The old man in coir raincoat sighed and waved his sleeves casually.
Zheng! Taomu Feijian teleported and disappeared again.
The next moment.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom..." Four loud noises sounded from Jinling City.
A terrifying sword intent cut through the sky, and even the thunderclouds in the sky were split into two. The brilliant power of heaven was directly suppressed by this sword intent.
"Bang!"
In Jinling City, a luxurious private club somewhere exploded.
Immediately afterwards, an old man in white rose into the sky, his face full of fear, and his right arm was broken with bones visible.
He is Bai Ye who was extremely arrogant before.
The elder of the Bai family in Nanling, a strong man in the Nascent Soul Realm! But at this moment, after Bai Ye had one of his arms cut off, he was extremely frightened: "Old Fan, please calm down, I, I just said casually, I..."
No one responded.
Taomu Feijian struck out again.
Bai Ye's expression changed dramatically, and his body flickered and moved to avoid, but no matter how he ran away, he could not escape the lock of the sword.