Immortality Cultivation Era

The expression on the face of the young man looks very calm and calm.

That is the performance of a winning lot.

The face of Ming Xing Jian Zun must be black and black. At this time, he even has a murderous heart.

If you really want to fight, he promises that he will kill the young man in the shortest possible time.

Even he has to start to wonder if this young man is like a singer, or how to give him trouble?

After a while, there were five or six people, followed by a goatee, and walked to the crowd.

"This is the evidence you said?" Ming Xing Jian Zun brows slightly, asked, "What does this mean?"

"Don't worry, there is one."

Then, two more people, carrying a seriously injured person came over.

It seems that I still have a sigh of relief.

"What is this?" asked eight curious.

The young man yelled at the eight archers and said: "Predecessors, this is the case. These people, some of them are my friends, and two are my followers. The one who is injured is that they are all looking for the sword of the mountain." The disciple, who was seriously injured, and the person who injured him, is the Doraemon mask man!"

"Oh?" Eight of them gave a slight glimpse and asked, "How do you know that it must be a disciple of the sword of Lushan?"

"Yeah, young people, things can be eaten indiscriminately, then you can't talk nonsense!" Ming Xing Jian Zun sneered.

The young man glanced at him and said with a serious face: "Those things can't be eaten, otherwise they will die."

Not waiting for Ming Xing Jianzun to open, he continued: "The swordsmanship of Lushan Jianzong, I think everyone has heard of it, the sword of the heavens! The seniors, please also look at it, my seriously injured man, body The injury."

Eight eyelids moved a little.

When the young man said this, he thought of something.

After a close look, the eight were furious.

He looked at the young man and asked in a deep voice: "What are you talking about? Is this really the guy with the mask?"

The young man smiled bitterly: "Predecessors, I have hatred with that kid. You saw the things at the auction before, but I have no hatred and hatred with Mt. Lushan. Why do I have to frame them? Then again, this sword I can't do it on the wrong day. Although I am not there, but there are so many people here, do we all have a unified caliber to plant the mountain swords?"

I thought about it and thought that it was not reasonable for the young man to say something to export!

"You all saw it?" he asked the people.

One by one, they all hurry and nod, such as chicken glutinous rice.

Eight looked at Mingxing Jianzun and said with a sneer: "Look at them, don't want to be kidding!"

Ming Xing Jian Zun looked at the seriously injured person and took a deep breath.

As these people have said.

It is not difficult to infer that the sword marks on the scars of seriously injured people are caused by the swordsmanship of Lushan Jianzong.

"Is it really a master?" A little disciple of Mingxing Jianzun was shaken.

Although he felt that this was a very nonsense thing, but things have developed to this point, it is no longer that he does not believe it.

"Shut up!" Ming Xing Jian Zun was furious. When he reached out, he slapped his face on the face of his disciple. With a scream, the other's body flew out.

The disciple fell to the ground and spit a few mouthfuls of blood, and his mind was unclear.

"How, what sword respect, what do you have to say now?" The eight men asked with their ears open.

Ming Xing Jian Zun haha ​​laughed.

Angry and laughed.

"Interesting, do you really think that I am afraid that you can't make it? And don't say, this thing is not made by our disciples of the Shushan swords, even if it is, how about you? You are a master of the masters, I am not Isn't it?" Ming Xing Jian Zun stared at the eight men and said, "It's very aggressive, is it interesting? Can you kill me?"

Ming Xingjian respected and laughed: "You are not right. You said that you are not a disciple of Youshan Jianzong. I think what you said is very reasonable, but now that you have identified it is your sword." Disciple, then you are starting to play with me, what do you mean?"

Mingxing Jianzun sneered and said: "Why, I want to tell me now? If you are not a fool, you should understand that everyone is a master, but I am a sword repair! Do you think that you will be my opponent? ?"

The faces of the people around me have changed a little.

They realized this,

indeed.

Although this Ming Xing Jian Zun and the eight men are the masters of the masters, but!

This Ming Xing Jian Zun from Lushan Jianzong is a sword repair.

Therefore, it must be that the eight men have to suffer a lot.

"Is it?" Eight men smiled and suddenly looked blank and reached out and took a long sword.

"Who isn't a sword repair?"

Ming Xing Jian Zun lived.

The people around the crowd are also stunned.

No one expected that the eight men were actually a sword repair.

The situation suddenly became subtle.

"Let's say the last time, hand over the people, and spare you from death." Eight men said calmly.

"court death!"

This time, Mingxing Jianzun did not have any extra nonsense.

Already a sword, stabbed toward the eight men.

Start with a strong hand and then start to suffer.

This is true, even if it is an eight-year-old child.

The eight men stepped back a few steps, avoiding the sword of the other side, and at the same time, they were stabbed out with a sword, and the swords were swaying, and all the people around them were shaken.

The swordsmanship in the realm of the guru is a perfect match. It is really not something that anyone can observe on the spot.

Not afraid of death, even if you stay where you are.

“Hurry up and let go!” someone said.

"First kill the dog things of Lushan Jianzong!" the young man said with a bite.

Wherein I have no opinions on the Sanshan Jianzhuang.

Of course, I didn’t overdo it too much. These people, what they originally felt about the Jianshan swordsmanship, can’t talk about the powder and can’t talk about black. It’s completely a passer-by, but it’s because Gao Song used the Shaoshan Jianzong disciple. The identity of these people is turning black.

After a reminder from the young man, there were a lot of cultivators, and they rushed toward the disciples of the Shushan sword.

"Architecture!" Yanshan Jianzong disciples screamed and quickly arranged the formation.

However, the disciples of these Laoshan Jianzong still underestimated the determination of the cultivators around them to kill them.

A large group of people began to attack the sword array formed by the disciples of the Shushan swords.

The sword array of Lushan Jianzong is not to be underestimated, but the number of these disciples is not enough, so there are many flaws in the sword array.

"kill them!"

The young man was murderous, holding a pair of heavy hammers in his hands with red eyes, roaring.