Human, black hair fluttering, eyes stern, the edges and corners of the thin face are as if carved out by a knife, full of the taste of coldness and determination.
The sword was orange-yellow in its entire body, like a piece of orange crystal, but inside it was the spine of a whole strange beast. It was actually a long sword made from a huge piece of amber.
The man sat cross-legged quietly, the hunting breeze blew through, and he couldn't even raise one of his hairs. The whole person suppressed the sky like a sculpture.
Lin Yang looked at this young man who was so violent, the first feeling in his heart was
This person is very strong!
Stronger than ever!
If the Li Zhantian of the Haitian Sword Sect that I have seen before is an ordinary tiger, then the Xiahou Yunlong of the Xiahou family is a powerful monster and fierce tiger, and the young man in front of him is the real sacred beast tiger king!
Xia, youth, swordsman.
Lin Yang integrated this information into everything, and naturally guessed the identity of this person. It is very likely that he is the young supreme of the Xia clan who is second only to Xia Bing in rumors! !
Sure enough, after the group of pure land sect monks faced each other for a while, one of the most powerful saint emperor-level experts came out and asked in a deep voice:
"This should be the legendary [Tiger Soul Sword]... Hmph, Xia Qiyun, what do you intend to block me waiting for!!"
The holy emperor is the holy emperor.
A word roared, and even the heavens and the earth trembled, but the Xia clan also had the existence of the Saint Emperor.
Xia Qiyun, the named saint emperor of the Xia clan, walked out slowly. He was an old man with a gloomy and dark complexion, and his gloomy spirit light was stronger than Mr. Xia.
He looked at the Pure Land Sect powerhouse coldly, and his voice was like howling a hungry ghost in the Nine Nether Realm, and the person listening was hairy:
"What is the intention? Jie Jie Jie, Master Jingyun, your Pure Land Sect will not think that you have destroyed the ****, so you can leave so simply?"
Sure enough, the slut had a natural harvest, and the retribution came so quickly.
Lin Yang snorted in his heart, silently watching the scene of the dog biting the dog.
Monk Jingyun's face sank: "Huh, Xia Qiyun, you are alone, I'm afraid I can't help but..."
"Jie Jie Jie, Jing Yun, it's no wonder that your Pure Land Sect has not risen after the Great Zhenru Temple disappeared for a thousand years. Seeing your courage, have I said what I want to do to you?"
"You!!" Jing Yun was anxious, but didn't know how to respond.
"Come on, that little monk without flowers, come out!!" The Sage Emperor Xia Qiyun stretched out a shriveled finger and pointed at the pale face of Wuhua, smiling like a pair of tall flowers spitting out apricots. python:
"You humiliated my Xia people in public. There must be a statement about this... Today is very simple. My nephew has practiced a few imperfect swordsmanship. As long as you can take his sword, we will leave immediately. ,Understand?"
What
A sword?
Lin Yang seemed to be able to imagine the astonishment on the faces of the people of the Pure Land Sect, and to see the self-righteous pride and disdain of the Wuhua monk.
With a mere sword, how can you treat the strongest young disciple of the Pure Land Sect
Answer…
But it made the Pure Land Sect and others cold.
…
After a stick of incense time.
Suddenly, Lin Yang felt the air flow around him suddenly move slightly.
It feels like a naughty girl blowing a breath behind your ear, so soft and weak.
But when Lin Yang raised his eyes again, the sword agreement in the distance had ended.
Xia Bing was slowly pulling out his own [Tiger Soul Sword] from Hua Wu's chest.
The sword was drawn very slowly, so slow that even a drop of blood did not splash out.
Xia Bing's expression was so pale that it seemed that the sword just now didn't even excite him.
And Wuhua is a hell that sinks to death in despair.
"Huh... Huh..."
This young supreme who showed great power in Miaohui Temple just now has completely lost the power to speak. Golden blood foam is constantly spraying out of his mouth, his eyes staring like toads, full of before death. Panic and fear.
too terrifying.
Wuhua’s strength has definitely reached the realm of the Intermediate Sovereign. Yueru is at least one realm weaker than her. Even the most famous [Seven Young Masters] such as Xiahou Yunlong and his ilk are absolutely impossible. Within the sword, he poked him through.
He didn't even see Xia Bing's sword clearly, and he had already lost the chance of survival.
Whoosh.
Xia Bing finally slowly pulled out the last tip of the Tiger Soul Sword, and the whole person turned straight around, floating away without even sweeping the Wuhuan glance.
Bang! !
A burst of scarlet energy burst from the scar on Wuhua's chest, directly turning the arrogant monk into a sky full of flesh and blood, but there was no drop that could splash on Xia Bing's body.
"Jie Jie Jie, Jing Yun, next time I let the old man see you coming to ruin my Xia clan's major events, it will not be a child who will die, and there will be a period of time later!" Xia Qiyun smiled coldly and directly led the Xia clan into A group of blue divine light left without looking back.
For the rest, the entire Pure Land Sect monks looked at the place where Wuhua originally stood in despair, and all of them were completely unresponsive.
Is this the Xia clan’s method...
It's terrible and frightening.
Is this the young master of the Xia clan...
There was summer before, and now there is another Xia Bing who seems more cruel and ruthless. Will this heaven eventually become the world of his Xia clan
shake.
All the monks of the Pure Land Sect, including Jing Yun, trembled together. When they looked in the direction of the disappearance of the Xia clan, their arrogance and fighting intent were completely gone.
In the future, these people will only become pugs who bow to the Xia clan...
"Oh... go, let's go..."
Finally, after a long sigh, Jing Yun prepared to lead everyone away.
But no one knew when there was another person standing in front of them.
A white-faced teenager in a green shirt was looking at them with a chilling gaze, the taste of the lofty taste was like a butcher watching a group of lambs to be slaughtered, extremely cold.
Where is this young man who popped up
The monks of the Pure Land Sect were all stunned. They only felt that the younger generations now are really good at posing. The Xia Bing in front is already defying the sky, and it took less than a minute to come and look cooler. .
However, Xia Yun is the future star of the Xia clan, and the Pure Land Sect does not dare to provoke him. The little hairy boy in front of him who is not even a holy realm is still squeezed to death, but can be used to vent his breath.
"Where's the kid, get out!!" Jing Yun cursed in an angry voice.
He didn't put Lin Yang in his eyes at all. If Lin Yang didn't disappear within a second, he would definitely directly slap this young man who has come to feel bad.
But what made him startled and angered was that not only did the blue shirt youth not have the intention to leave, but he walked towards Jingyun step by step, and the suffocating chill on his body became more intense.
"Let you go away, did you hear that!!"
This time, a middle-ranked saint next to Jingyun rushed out with a roar and waved his hand.
Everyone wants to find a punching bag right now to give vent to the aggrievedness of being bullied by the Xia Clan just now, but it's a pity that this guy has chosen the wrong person.
Snapped.
As soon as he rushed two meters, everyone felt a flower in front of them, as if they saw the monk and the surrounding space crumble together, and then a powerful middle-ranked holy priest could not even scream in time, so he followed just now. Like a flowerless, it became a dregs of flesh and blood flying all over the sky.
I go! !
The monks only felt that the hairs and legs all over their bodies would be blown away by surprise at this moment.
What day is it today!
Why should I just be blamed for a while, here is another more cruel thing! !
Are young people so cruel now
The rhythm that blows people up with a disagreement?
The Pure Land Sect is also one of the four major powers of the Brahma Sect today. When will everyone be able to come up and abuse them at will
"Little bastard, you are looking for death!!"
Jingyun was completely angry right now!
Lin Yang is not Xia Bing. No matter how enchanting he is, he will at most rule the roost in the realm of the holy emperor. Facing him, the holy emperor still has to obediently die.
"Old Na wants you to be broken into pieces... Duan??"
Jing Yun roared, but halfway through his last paragraph, he was abruptly frightened away by the sight.
This this…
The sky became gloomy at this moment.
The sunlight was tightly covered by a huge black cloud, but when you look closely, what kind of black cloud is here, it is clear that it is a dense army of sacred swords of hundreds of thousands.
"no, do not want!!"
The last groan made by the old monk Jingyun was so weak that he didn't even dare to admit it. Then, in the next second, he and the dozens of powerful Brahma Sect monks present were all swept and wrapped in the ocean of merciless holy swords.
Do not! ! !
Only this group of people screamed with broken gongs in the world.
…
The time for another stick of incense passed.
The monks stopped calling.
The sky full of swords disappeared, leaving only Lin Yang standing proudly and a group of dog-like sword slaves kneeling at his feet in the world.
"After returning to the Pure Land Sect, you will cultivate and rejuvenate and develop your own line of influence. When the time is right, I will personally help you become the Sect Master of the Pure Land Sect."
"Yes, master!!"
Jing Yun is now obedient like a grandson, Lin Yang speaks, he doesn't even have the qualifications to raise his head, he just bows his head to his ears, he is only sincere and frightened.
After these monks of the Pure Land Sect disappeared from the horizon, Lin Yang, who was independent in the wind, slowly turned his head and turned his gaze to the direction of Zhongtian City again.
Go and see... Yueru and Mingxin...
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Here Ximen would like to state that the setting of Fanmen and Daomen mentioned in the article is purely for plot needs. Ximen himself respects religious people very much, and likes to study some of them, so if he has religious beliefs Friends of you don’t take offense when you see some rough language, thank you