"During that time, it was you who brought my brother to the Central Region. A few days later, my brother's soul jade tube shattered! It can also be said that you indirectly killed my brother. Logically, I should have killed you on the spot, but this was a time of chaos in China, and my brother certainly didn't want me to kill people of the same clan, so I'll spare your life for now."
After the words fell, the member of the Di family behind Di Yuan was about to scold Liu Xun, but was stopped by Di Yuan. He believed that Liu Tian was right, he did indirectly kill Liu Xun, and with Di Yuan's cultivation level, he could not resist Liu Xun.
After Liu Xun finished speaking, he and Shangguan Ye Ling left the attic, leaving everyone staring at each other. At this time, a member of the Di family shouted angrily: "This Liu Tian is too arrogant. Does he really think he is the king of China?"
"Shut up!" Emperor Yuan shouted at him. In fact, Emperor Yuan had blamed himself for Liu Xun's matter in the past ten years. If he had not allowed Liu Xun to come, or stopped him, the trend of today's events would probably have changed, right? But how could he know that even if he changed it, Liu Xun's fate would still be to enter that tomb, because this was the path of the Tao left by the God Emperor.
"Brother Di Yi, if you fight with Liu Tian, what is your chance of winning?" Just when everyone was embarrassed, Bei Ming Xiaotian's voice suddenly sounded.
When the emperor heard this, he smiled, looked in the direction where Liu Xun left and said, "I don't know."
"Are you saying that this dark horse will really win the crowning battle?" Bei Ming Xiaotian asked solemnly. Di Yi was about to reply, but at this moment, Jian Wuming suddenly stood up, with a fighting spirit in his eyes. He patted the iron sword behind him lightly and went in the direction where Liu Xun left.
The people around suddenly changed color when they saw this, and immediately followed the direction Jian Wuming left. The monks outside the attic saw Jian Wuming running in one direction with a fighting spirit, and immediately followed suit.
"Thank you." At this time, Liu Xun and Shangguan Ye Ling were walking side by side. Shangguan Ye Ling smiled and said, "What is there to thank me for? Didn't you say it yourself? You and I are bosom friends."
Liu Xun shook his head and smiled when he heard this, but suddenly his expression changed and he turned to look behind him. At this moment, a black light flashed behind him and an ordinary iron sword stabbed straight at him. Although the iron sword was extremely ordinary, it exuded an aura comparable to that of the world.
The iron sword rushed towards Liu Xun like the destruction of the universe, mixed with endless fighting spirit. Liu Xun frowned, stepped forward and punched, with an invincible force in his fist. In an instant, the wind rose and the clouds surged, and an invincible fist spirit shook the nine heavens and ten earths.
"Boom!..."
The iron sword collided with the fist wind, and the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and the surrounding heaven and earth essence raged and rushed straight into the sky! Liu Xun frowned at this time. In fact, when he saw Jian Wuming in the attic, he felt that Jian Wuming was stronger than Yan Chong and Di Yuan. This was not a comparison of combat power and cultivation, but a confidence in his invincible heart.
"What do you mean, sir?" Liu Xun put his hands behind his back and looked at Jian Wuming coldly. He was not a kind-hearted person. If the other party insisted on fighting with him, he would not care whether he was of the same race or not.
"I have never found a suitable opponent. Today, when I met you, I felt the desire to fight. I wonder if we can have a fight?" Jian Wuming's black silk was flying as he stood on the iron sword. The surrounding void was distorted by it.
Hearing this, Liu Xun smiled and said, "Brother Jian, you are joking. I am just a cultivator who has just been promoted to immortality. There are so many outstanding people in China and foreign lands. Aren't they enough to calm Brother Jian's fighting spirit?"
Jian Wuming raised a trace of disdain when he heard this. He pointed his iron sword at the surrounding monks and scanned them, then said softly, "Brother, you are being pretentious. Looking at the current young generation in China and foreign lands, the only ones who can catch Jian's eye are Brother Liu and Di Yi. Brother Liu also knows this very well, so why is there any need to be so pretentious?"
As soon as the words fell, the surrounding Chinese and foreign cultivators were shocked in unison. This Jian Wuming was too arrogant. He was only ranked eighth on the Chinese Honor List, yet he dared to speak so arrogantly
Facing the words of the monks around him, Jian Wuming still had a cold and handsome face, as if all the things in the outside world were not in his eyes, while Liu Xun had an indifferent look, shook his head and smiled: "Liu doesn't know what Brother Jian means by this?"
Jian Wuming frowned slightly when he heard this, and the iron sword came out of its sheath with a bang. The surroundings were immediately filled with a murderous aura, and Jian Wuming's words were heard: "Forget it, you and I just know about this matter, Brother Liu, do you dare to fight?"
Liu Xun looked at the surrounding buildings and city walls, shook his head and said, "Forget it. The Four Symbols Formation has not been repaired yet. If you and I fight, at least the Central Region City will be destroyed, and at worst, countless cultivators will suffer disasters."
Upon hearing this, Jian Wuming snorted coldly. Not only did he not retract the iron sword, but the murderous aura around him became even stronger. All the clouds in the sky were dispersed. Although it was only the hot summer of June, the chill emanating from the surroundings was as cold as the coldest month of winter.
"Since Brother Liu is worried about the safety of the city and all living beings, how about you and I go to the foreign rest area for a while?" Jian Wuming was hissing in his black robe, his eyes were like a divine weapon, making people dare not look directly at him.
Liu Xun was immediately moved when he heard this. He hated foreign lands to the core. Ten years ago, when he was being hunted by a foreign monk, the monk massacred nearly a thousand people in several villages. But at that time he did not have the strength to save them. But now it is different. Liu Xun is now capable of protecting himself.
"Whoever kills more people will be the winner." The Qilin Spear was suddenly unsheathed, and the linen cloth wrapped around the sword was completely shattered. A green light that could compete with the heaven and earth spread across the entire Central Region City.
"Whatever, but the premise is that it does not affect the houses and lives of China." Jian Wudan said expressionlessly, holding a sword.
The monks around him suddenly changed color when they heard this. Liu Xun and Jian Wuming were both immortals, and there were many immortals in the alien rest area. Would the fight between immortals affect the buildings and cause accidental injuries? Was Jian Wuming joking
When Jian Wuming finished speaking, Liu Xun burst into laughter. A long-lost murderous intent and madness flashed in his eyes. He shouted in a low voice: "That's great. Since Brother Jian is determined to do so, Liu will sacrifice his life to accompany you today."
The two smiled at each other, and immediately turned into streams of light and went towards the foreign rest area, leaving only the dazed and numb monks around them. Shangguan Ye Ling looked at the direction the two left, smiled gently, and followed them.
"Oh my god! Is this a sign that China is going to rise? This is the first time in more than ten years that China has caused trouble in a foreign land!" A Chinese cultivator swallowed his saliva and said in disbelief. (To be continued)