Xiao Yao's sword is Xu Kuangge's sword.

Eighteen taels of silver is not a spiritual tool, let alone a divine tool, but it is this sword that kills countless immortal cultivators, and among them, there are fewer spiritual weapons? Fewer artifacts?

I hold a sword in my hand, dare to go to punish the immortal!

Xiao Yao didn’t have the arrogance of Xu Kuangge, nor did Xu Kuangge’s tricks to break ten thousand swords with one sword. But Xiao Yao was originally Xiao Yao, and he never thought about doing Xu Kuangge, let alone. To achieve a generation of sword immortals, he just wanted to hold the sword in his hand, and then kill the person in front of him.

Whether it's a human, a demon, or a god.

All are vain!

Hong Feisheng's body trembled slightly.

He stared at Xiao Yao, his fists clenched tightly.

He looked at Xiao Yao, and finally laughed.

He still saw that sword intent from Xiao Yao's body, a familiar sword intent.

The white sword fairy Xu Kuangge, the man is not there, the sword is there!

Xiao Yao was holding a long sword and had already reached the front of Hell.

Hell finally came back to his senses. After all, he is also a master of all levels. If he is easily stunned by Xiao Yao, a master of the Golden Core Stage, if this is spread out, he won't be ashamed?

But thinking about it carefully, he felt that he couldn't blame himself for this. The key is that at this moment Xiao Yao's body burst out like a river of sword energy, which really made him feel jealous.

What kind of swordsman is it to possess this sword aura?

Is this vast and mighty, is it to fill up the whole world?

He didn't know, but he knew that if he didn't put his best effort into it, he today, even a master of one level, might die in the hands of a golden core immortal cultivator.

A master might be able to defeat a master second, this is not something that has never happened in the continent of Lingwu World.

But it had never happened before the Golden Core Stage cultivator defeated a master.

Entering the nine layers, you will know the mighty sky and the ethereal universe.

Nine-fold, what's the point?

But when the short-term soldiers met, the spiritual weapon and long sword in Hell's hand was broken.

In his ears, there seemed to be Dragon Yin echoing.

His eyes widened, and the iron sword reflected in his pupils.

With such broken copper and iron, why dare to face the spirit weapon in your hand?

What makes him even more unbelievable is that the spiritual weapon in his hand has been destroyed?

He didn’t have time to hurt the Hell. He knew that it was not the time to feel sorry for his spiritual weapon. After Xiao Yao cut off the sword in Hell’s hand, he didn’t intend to stop, but he still held that one. Going forward, bit towards the neck of Hell.

Fortunately, at this moment, suddenly a hand was placed on the shoulder of Hell, and a huge pulling force directly pulled him out dozens of meters away.

Hell turned his face and saw Zhang Qin's familiar face.

"Thank you." When he said these words, Hell's upper and lower lips were shaking.

No one knows better than him. At the moment just now, how close he is to death, at first Zhang Qin's hand was on his shoulder, making him subconsciously feel that it was a kid who was killing him.

Even if he is out of danger now, his mood is still fluctuating, and he is also thinking, if Zhang Qin didn't take the shot just now, would he still be standing here now? Has it become a headless corpse? Anyway, when facing the mighty sword aura, he really didn't have any confidence at all, and he didn't even have the thought to resist. He just felt that he was going to die.

Fortunately, still alive.

Holding the iron sword in his hand, Xiao Yao looked at each other and laughed.

"How about this sword?" Xiao Yao asked.

When he said this, his eyes were just staring at the nine prince.

The face of the nine princes was earthy.

He wanted to curse a few words and tell Xiao Yao that that sword was a useless move, meaningless at all, and full of flaws!

It's just that he can't say it.

To live, one has to be more or less a face.

When Xiao Yao took out the sword before, even if he stood at a very quiet distance, he was still flustered for a moment when the sword aura was rippling. If it hadn't been for Zhang Qin to slap his shoulder gently, He felt that that sword was enough to shatter his free spirit.

What kind of opponent is this?

Why can he have such a sword aura?

Before the Nine Princes only thought that the other party could beat him, it was entirely because of the difference in cultivation level, but now he realized that he was wrong.

Is there a difference in cultivation level between Xiao Yao and Hell? There were still some, but Xiao Yao was already on the inferior side. Jin Danqi played against a heavy-duty master, but just a simple face-to-face meeting, Hell would appear to be killed by Xiao Yao. Although this is also because Hell did not prepare before, Xiao Yao's sword energy was unexpected, but Hell loses is lost, and almost died is almost dead. This is an indisputable fact. It's useless, how can there be anything unprepared before life and death? How can I not think of anything?

A clone is the division of the corpse. Everyone understands this truth.

Finally, the nine princes dropped their heads weakly.

"The Ninth Prince, Fire Prison and I will join forces to kill this son!" Zhang Qin said suddenly.

"Cooperate?" The Ninth Prince murmured, his face full of mockery.

I was laughing at Zhang Qin, and I was laughing at myself.

Two masters of the first level, want to join hands to deal with a golden core stage cultivator?

Shameless?

The Ninth Prince admitted that he had done shameless things, and he had done a lot. When facing Wu Wutong before, he had already fully displayed his shamelessness, but now let him agree to Zhang Qin’s request too. Difficult.

Finally, he raised his hand and waved his hand.

"Forget it, let him go." The Ninth Prince said.

"Nine Princes, this..."

"I said let him go!" The Ninth Prince suddenly said hysterically.

Zhang Qin immediately lowered his head.

Anyway, this is all about the Ninth Prince. Since the Ninth Prince said so, why does he insist on it? If you really anger the Nine Princes, you are simply making trouble for yourself. Jiang is up and down. Who doesn’t know that the nine princes who are capable of literature and martial arts are the most qualified to be the next Jiang’s prince, even though they are the current princes. It's the prince, but what about it? When the eldest prince saw the nine princes, he had to lower his head, and there were even a lot of jokes circulating in the Imperial City of Jiang.

One of the most interesting is that the eldest prince was driven to the main hall by the nine princes from Qingyang Palace with a knife. At that time, the civil and military officials were still in the early reign. This scene is also known to the world. The reason is that the eldest prince accidentally trampled the nine princes to death. Crickets.

The second time, the eldest prince and the nine princes listened to the temple's early dynasty, the eldest prince deliberately wanted to speak, the nine princes coughed, and the eldest prince fell silent.

This is not enough to show what?

Who would dare to say that the king of Jiang will be the current prince?

Even if it were not because the current emperor was still there, the nine princes would dare to kill the eldest prince directly. As long as the eldest prince dared to ascend to the throne, the corpse might be separated the next day.

Of course, it's good for everyone to know these things, and no one will dare to chew their tongues.

The affairs of the emperor’s family, even if it is just a little thing bigger than sesame seeds, would have to be beheaded for anyone who dares to talk nonsense. This has been the case since ancient times. It is not only Jiang Guo, but also the Great Qin Dynasty, Zhao Guo, and Beilu. Okay, why not?

The Ninth Prince was panting, his chest undulating.

Finally, he took a step forward and looked at Xiao Yao with a torch.

"Dare you tell me your name?" the Ninth Prince asked.

"Xiao Yao."

"Okay! Xiao Yao? I remember this name. I will definitely kill you and kill you myself!" said the Ninth Prince.

Xiao Yao nodded.

The Ninth Prince turned and left, and Xiao Yao also jumped out of the ring.

Hong Feisheng looked at the back of the Ninth Prince and nodded his head.

When Xiao Yao came to him, Hong Feisheng said, "That kid is not easy. If you really become Emperor Jiang in the future, it will be a good thing."

Xiao Yao is noncommittal.

Hong Feisheng knew it, and Xiao Yao knew it too.

If it is today, the Nine Princes really let the two one-tier masters under his hand kill Xiao Yao, I am afraid that from now on, Xiao Yao will become the nightmare of the Nine Princes.

In his ears, there will always be a voice reverberating: a swordsman of the same young age, who is not of noble birth than you, but can defeat a hundred you.

How does he practice sword?

But it's different now.

On the surface, the Nine Princes let Xiao Yao go, but in fact they let themselves go.

He can continue to make achievements in kendo, because he has obsession and must surpass Xiao Yao and behead him.

When it was time to kill, it was even more indomitable and frank.

This is the idea of ​​the Nine Princes.

This is also the place where Hong Feisheng and Xiao Yao marveled.

Hong Feisheng had already planned to take action before, but he did not expect that the Ninth Prince had made such a decision.

Xiao Yao couldn't help but laughed: "It seems that this nine prince is really a difficult opponent!"

"It's okay." Hong Feisheng said, "He is so big, Jiang is so big, how about you? Can the Lingwu world accommodate you?"

Xiao Yao did not speak, nor dared to speak.

He felt that Hong Feisheng's evaluation of himself was too great.

So big that he didn't dare to think about it himself, not because he felt that he couldn't do it, but because he thought so much, so far, and was too tired, so he simply did what he could do now, isn't it?

Just when the four of them were about to leave, a voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"stop!"

Xiao Yao turned around and looked at Bai Xiue.

Bai Xiuji seemed to be planning to say something, but was dragged back hard by the dead.

"Father, this man is good!" Bai Xiuji said.

He slapped a slap on his face, his eyes were cracked: "Shut up!"

Don't say that death comes alive, it is Xiao Yao who wants to laugh out loud.

This vain stop, is really a weird thing, and you actually have a fancy to yourself again?

It's strange that you are not eager to die, and now Xiao Yao is already the opponent that the Ninth Prince is looking at. If they are really recruited by their dead family, isn't it openly challenging the Ninth Prince?

Even if he was given the courage to die, he would not dare!