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Dongfang Bingling's tender body trembled, her beautiful face suddenly turned pale, she was regarded as a fairy since she was a child, and she had never been insulted like this, she almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
"And you, Zhu Hongxue." Ximen Wuya glared at Zhu Hongxue who was beside Dongfang Bingling and said, "Dongfang Bingling has a fiancé, you are by his side every day, what do you want to do? Not only that, you are the number one youth expert, Yang Dingtian just passed the enlightenment. But you kill him, do you have any ulterior motives?"
Zhu Hongxue cast a cold glance, not even bothering to explain.
Dongfang Bingling took a long breath, then raised his exquisite chin, and said coldly: "The Lord of Ximen is really sharp-tongued, then I also want to ask a few things, please answer."
"Please" Ximen Wuya said.
"First question, my father is the number one expert in the world, is his cultivation level high or his vision high?" asked Dongfang Bingling.
"Of course, Brother Dongfang is the person I respect the most in this world." Ximen Wuya said slowly.
"Since his vision is very high, why would he pick a mediocre talent like Yang Dingtian? A man in his twenties has just passed the enlightenment period. I have also seen his profound vein talent, which is very, very mediocre. He is not even qualified to be a handyman disciple of my Yinyang sect. How could my father choose him as the successor of the Yinyang sect master?" Dongfang Bingling said.
Ximen Wuya hasn't answered yet, Dongfang Bingling continued to question: "Second question, someone saw before that on the way to Yinyang Sect, Yang Dingtian was on the boat of Yunxiao City, and he got along with Ximen City Lord day and night. Excuse me, is there such a thing?"
Ximen Wuya nodded and said: "There is such a thing."
Dongfang Bingling said: "Yunxiao City has wanted to regain the orthodox position of Yin-Yang Sect for generations, and the normal method will not succeed. Then suppose there is another way? In the meantime, let a person take his father's relics to Yin-Yang Sect, declare that my father accepted him as a disciple, made him his heir, and betrothed me to him. And this person happens to be from your Yunxiao City. Then twenty or thirty years later, the Yin-Yang Sect will belong to your Yunxiao City."
"If this is true, does it mean that the Lord Ximen has something to do with my father's death?" Dongfang Bingling said coldly.
Ximen Wuya was slightly taken aback, and said slowly: "Miss Dongfang's tongue is really as sharp as a sword."
"Okay, even if the relics of Senior Brother Dongfang Nie Mie can be picked up. But his last words, his last words are infused into a flame ornament, as long as it matches your mother's moth ornament, the last words will appear. This last word is a fusion of your father's blood and profound energy. Could it be faked?" Ximen Wuya said.
Dongfang Bingling turned her beautiful face, her beautiful eyes were cold, she gritted her teeth and said, "I haven't seen any father's last words, I only heard Yang Dingtian's dictation."
Ximen Wuya was stunned, looked at Dongfang Bingling slightly in disbelief, and then slowly said: "A person who is humble is invincible, and a shameless person cannot be defeated."
Then, Ximen Wuya said to Jiang Songyang: "Senior brother Jiang, the words have reached this point, it seems that the reasoning does not make sense."
Jiang Songyang said: "It doesn't make sense, otherwise, why would we have so many people here. Handing over Yang Dingtian is not just about the flame ring, but about the death of the suzerain, we have to interrogate him, how did the suzerain die and who killed him?"
"Understood, I understand." Ximen Wuya said slowly, "If it doesn't make sense, then fight."
"I really want to fight." Jiang Songyang said: "Junior brother Ximen, how do you think your cultivation compares with mine?"
"On par" Ximen Wuya said.
Jiang Songyang said: "You, Ximen Wuya, have achieved a great reputation outside. I am silent in the Yin-Yang sect, but I am definitely not weaker than you in terms of strength. Twenty years ago, I fought against the Dongfang suzerain, and I still won by half a move. The masters present, I am the weakest. Junior brother Wuying is good at killing people. I fight him, although I can hurt him, but there is also a risk of life. Not to mention, I can't hold back at all."
Ximen Wuya smiled faintly.
Jiang Songyang went on to say: "You are a grand master, and I am also a grand master. It seems that you may not even be able to beat me, let alone Master Ning Bushi and Zhu Zongzhu. I really don't know where you got the confidence to say that you want to fight. It's better to hand over Yang Dingtian."
Ximen Wuya said: "Brother Jiang, I'd better call and see."
"If you want to fight, then fight. I am the weakest among several people, but it is enough for you, so let me fight." Jiang Songyang said, and then drew a ten-foot-long giant sword from his back.
Ximen Wuya took out a thin sword less than two and a half feet from his sleeve, and said, "Senior brother Jiang, is it a novice or a deadly one?"
"Dead hand" Jiang Songyang said.
"As expected, it was a dead hand." Ximen Wuya said: "It doesn't matter if it's a dead hand, but you played a disgraceful role in the death of the previous generation of the city lord of Yunxiao City. Don't think I don't know. Since it was a murderous hand, then you should settle the old score."
"If you want to die, you will die, what's the point?" Jiang Songyang sneered, and then wiped the giant blade with his palm, and blood spurted out immediately, covering the giant blade.
"Boom" the blood burned violently, and the entire ten-foot-long and one-and-a-half-foot-wide giant blade was burning, clearly illuminating the surrounding hundred-meter sea area.
Jiang Songyang raised the flaming giant blade high, and the black wings behind him spread out suddenly, a full ten meters.
"Bang" Like a shooting star, Jiang Songyang leaped into the air, and then rushed towards Ximen Wuya like lightning.
The murderous aura is overwhelming, like overwhelming mountains and seas, and there are waves of tides on the sea.
Jiang Songyang, a world-renowned strong man, ranks among the Grand Masters
Flying to the top of Ximen Wuya's head, Jiang Songyang screamed: "After today, there will be no Cloud City in the world."
Then he slashed down with a sharp knife, the endless flames, the ten-foot giant blade, slashed towards the top of Ximen Wuya's head like a thunderbolt, and it was about to split him into pieces in an instant.
Ximen Wuya raised his rapier less than two and a half feet, facing Jiang Songyang's shocking attack, the blade slanted.
"Shua" across the sword, Ximen Wuya's thin sword turned into a 100-meter blue rainbow, which slashed across the dark sky like a bolt of lightning.
"Hiss" is like cutting tofu with a knife. Jiang Songyang's mighty giant blade was cut into two pieces, and Jiang Songyang's body was cut into two pieces.
Blood spurted wildly, Jiang Songyang fell into the sea, dead without a whole body
Everyone was shocked and silent, completely stunned by the scene in front of them
Ximen Wuya has been very famous in the past few years, but everyone thought that he was at the same level as Jiang Songyang at best, but they didn't expect, but they didn't expect that Jiang Songyang was instantly killed by one move and cut into two pieces. At the same time, he didn't expect that Ximen Wuya was polite when he was reasoning just now, as if he was unwilling to make a move in every possible way, but once he made a move, he would be so vicious.
"Next, who's coming?" Ximen Wuya asked, then lightly shook the rapier in his hand, and the sword returned to its original size, now it looked like a Hidden Sword.
"Yin Yang Sect has no shadow, and I pay my respects to the Lord Ximen." A figure walked out of the darkness.
This person is of average height, with a slender and soft body. Although he is a man, his face is delicate, like a woman.
He looked like a woman, but this man made the whole world frightened. As the arbiter of the Yin Yang sect, his only mission is to kill people. No matter how high the other party's cultivation base is, no matter how high the other party's status is, as long as the order from above is given, they will go to take their lives even if they are thousands of miles away.
Wuying is forty-five years old this year, has served as an adjudicator for fifteen years, and has never missed a shot. As a member of Yin Yang Sect, he has neither ice attribute profound veins nor fire attribute profound veins, but wind attribute.
Some people say that in terms of martial arts level, he is not the highest. In terms of profound energy level, he is not considered the highest. And among the masters in the world, he is almost the only one who does not know profound skills, he only knows martial arts, and he only relies on a thin sword in his hand.
But among all the masters in the world, his speed is the fastest. Whether it's the speed of the attack or the speed of the sword. He firmly believes in martial arts in the world, only speed can not be broken. It was his fastness that made it hard for everyone to guard against. So he has a frightening nickname, called Phantom Ghost King.
The people he wants to kill will never miss, no matter how powerful the opponent is.
He didn't have the name of a master, but there were two masters who died under him.
Only the strongest can be the judge.
Wuying is only known as the Yin-Yang School, and his martial arts were not learned in the Yin-Yang School. The reason why he served as the arbiter of the Yin Yang Sect was because he was once saved by Dongfang Nirvana.
"Junior Brother Wuying, please wait a moment" Ximen Wuya said, then raised his body, floated up, left the boat in Yunxiao City, came to the sky above the sea, and floated in mid-air.
Slowly closing his eyes, Ximen Wuya said: "Junior Brother Wuying, I'm ready, you take action."
Ximen Wuya actually closed his eyes to fight Wuying, this is certainly not contempt. It's because Wuying's speed is too fast, it's too slow to look for him with eyes, and you need to use your senses.
"Whoosh" Sure enough, Wuying disappeared into the night sky and disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Then, a gust of wind blew up, mixed with the sea breeze, and surrounded Ximen Wuya. If you open your eyes, you will find that Wuying seems to be completely invisible at this time, but he knows that Wuying is by his side at this time, and he will stab a fatal sword anytime, anywhere.
Wuying only uses one sword every time he kills, never fails, and one sword kills. Even the extremely strong men with a higher level than him have died under his sword.
Ximen Wuya still closed his eyes, his body remained motionless, and the wind still surrounded him.
Suddenly, a dazzling ray of light lit up, and a thin sword, like a fast meteor shining in the dark night, stabbed fiercely at Ximen Wuya's chest.
Very ordinary angle, very ordinary position, but it is fast, so fast that people can't defend at all.
In an instant, the fight between the two sides was over, as fast as lightning and thunder.
The result of Ximen Wuya's battle against the King of Assassins has been announced.
"ding ding ding"