Diary of the life of a working wizard

In this world, the strong are always justified in everything they do, but who cares about the weak? If they jump out to make trouble, it is nothing more than a joke, making people laugh at them. Just like before, before Xia Yunjie took action, everyone laughed at Xia Yunjie as he dared to challenge his position in the Louvre. But now, after witnessing Xia Yunjie killing Elder Yin with his own sword, people naturally thought that Xia Yunjie did it. All this seemed to be natural, because they began to treat him as a strong man and began to see things from his perspective.

This is a world where the strong can dominate everything!

"It's really ridiculous and arrogant. Are you worthy of me challenging you?" Upon hearing this, Master Luofu showed contempt on his face, then nodded to Ying Ning and said, "I'll leave it to you to deal with this arrogant person. Bar."

After saying this, Master Luofu actually closed his eyes and rested his mind, seemingly disdainful of Xia Yunjie.

"Master!" Yingning bowed and accepted the order.

After accepting the order, Yingning's eyes fell on Xia Yunjie again, her deep eyes shrank with a hint of solemnity.

Although Ying Ning prides himself on being extremely powerful, he also knows that with his current level of cultivation, he will never be able to kill Elder Yin so easily with one sword. However, Xia Yunjie did it just now. Obviously, his true strength does exceed him.

Facing such an enemy, his master could show contempt, but he, Ying Ning, could not.

"Fairy Ye, ask your people to surround those Wuxian people and kill them. I think there will be no problem, right?" Yingning said to Ye Qiuhong, who had withdrawn, with an obvious tone in his tone. The meaning of ridicule and belittling.

Ye Qiuhong blushed slightly, with anger flashing in his eyes, but in the end he nodded, then turned around and glanced viciously at the group of Longmen Sword Sect disciples who fled back to the camp like lost dogs, and said coldly: "Elder Ying You have all heard what I said, if anyone dares to turn around this time, if the people of Wu Xian Kingdom don’t kill you, I will kill you too!”

The eight major disciples of Master Luofu are all elders of the Louvre Palace.

"Yes!" The disciples of the Longmen Sword Sect all lowered their heads in shame, but when they lowered their heads, they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Even Elder Yin was killed by the leader of the Wu Xian Kingdom with just one sword. He had no time to escape, but they never dared to face the God of Death again.

"As for Fairy Ye, you and the Beilun leader and others will besiege and kill the leader of the Wuxian Kingdom. I am holding the line from behind. Let's take a good look at how powerful this guy is and how dare he be so arrogant." Yingning then pointed her finger at him again. Ye Qiuhong, as well as the leaders of various forces summoned by the Louvre Palace, pointed at them one by one and said in a deep voice.

Ying Ning looked like a shepherd boy, but at this moment, he was shouting orders to the strong men from all sides. It didn't make anyone feel that there was anything wrong at all. On the contrary, he gave people the feeling of scolding Fang Qiu.

Ye Qiuhong was fine with Ying Ning's order. After all, she wanted to avenge the murder of her husband and son, so she should rush to the front. However, the faces of the leaders of other forces became a little ugly.

They were not fools. Yingning did not mobilize a single person from the Louvre headquarters. All he mobilized were people affiliated with the Louvre. His selfish intention of wanting them to test Xia Yunjie and even sacrificing them to consume Xia Yunjie's magic power was obvious.

However, the Louvre is so powerful that they all have to look up to the Louvre to live, and Yingning’s previous power of killing Xixi masters who did not obey orders is still there. Of course, no matter how powerful Xia Yunjie’s methods are, he is only a monk in the middle stage of Vientiane, but they have a hundred Among the forty Wanxiang monks, ten of them were already in the late stage of Wanxiang. They did not believe that so many of them could not kill a monk in the middle stage of Wanxiang.

So their faces were ugly, but these people still bowed slightly and clasped their fists, which was regarded as taking their lives.

After receiving their orders, these people turned to Xia Yunjie. Powerful waves of mana emanated from them, sweeping through the world like a mountain and a tsunami, with extremely powerful momentum.

Originally, Xia Yunjie's crisp and sharp sword blow just now left a very shocking impression on everyone, and they thought that Xia Yunjie might have some qualifications to challenge the Louvre. But now seeing the huge mana fluctuation suddenly erupting, Xia Yunjie was like a small boat in the angry sea under this overwhelming momentum. The people watching the battle suddenly realized how ridiculous the thoughts of himself and others were.

Even those in the Tongxuan Realm would not dare to underestimate the powerful momentum that hundreds of powerful men in the Vientiane Realm can erupt together. Can a monk in the Ten Thousand Phenomenal Realm be able to contend with it?

Not to mention that those watching the battle had this idea, even Yingning himself felt that he seemed to be too cautious when looking at the shocking scene in front of him.

The powerful force unleashed by hundreds of powerful men in the Vientiane stage, even if he was numb, could only turn around and run away. Even if the leader of the Wu Xian Kingdom had the terrifying strength to kill Elder Yin with a sword, he would still only be in the middle stage of the Vientiane stage after all. Could it be that he could be much better than himself?

Xia Yunjie saw the momentum of hundreds of Vientiane Stage powerhouses bursting out together, but there was only excitement in his eyes.

Life and death training involves experiencing a life and death battle. If the opponent is too weak, how can we let him experience the test of life and death?

"Swords have no eyes. This matter is a grudge between me and the Louvre. If you just retreat before it's too late, I will not pursue it with you. But if you insist on getting involved and helping the tiger, then don't blame the master of this country." Cruel!" Although he was excited in his heart and eager for this battle, Xia Yunjie's reason was not blinded, and he shouted while looking at the hundreds of powerful men in the Vientiane Stage who were getting stronger and stronger.

"Haha, Xia Xiao'er, don't you think your words are childish and ridiculous?" someone laughed loudly.

"Xia Xiao'er, are you scared? It's a pity that it's too late!" Someone else mocked loudly.

"Thief, you killed my husband and son. I can't wait to drink your blood and eat your flesh. Even if you kneel down and beg for mercy today, it will be useless!" Ye Qiuhong gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with hatred.

"In that case, let's fight!" Xia Yunjie saw that no one had any pity for the "weak", so naturally he would no longer act like a woman. He looked at the one hundred and forty people who were all composed of strong men in the Vientiane Realm. The enemy soldier pointed his finger at the small white tiger demon-slaying sword in his hand and said in a leisurely manner.

Looking at Xia Yunjie's calm and majestic appearance, even though everyone clearly thought that he would die in this battle, they couldn't help but be impressed by his demeanor.

This is what a hero should be like! Even if there are thousands of troops and horses, I will not be afraid. I will go alone!

"It's a pity. If this son wasn't so sharp, and if he just tolerated it for a few years, I'm afraid the West Canghuang Realm might really change hands." Even Yue Hengdao couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this.

Just when everyone was secretly impressed by Xia Yunjie's demeanor, a roar sounded like a tiger descending from the mountain, and the roar shook the heaven and the earth!

The Little White Tiger Demon-Slaying Sword transformed into a white tiger, exuding an extremely ferocious aura. It opened its bloody mouth and roared towards the one hundred and forty people.

"Kill!" Xia Yunjie's horrifying scene of killing Elder Yin with just one sword was still in his mind. How could the one hundred and forty strong men from all over the world dare to look down upon this white tiger? Their eyes suddenly shrank. , murderous intent burst out.

A series of rays of light that were as bright as stars, or filled with evil and strange lights, began to surround and kill the white tiger overwhelmingly.

Almost at the same time, the Longmen Sword Sect, led by four Wanxiang-stage elders, also roared "kill" and sacrificed their magic weapons to kill Wu Xianguo's camp.

There are also about 300 people sent by Longmen Sword. Although the number is similar to that of Wu Xianguo, they are all above the distraction stage. Their overall strength is much stronger than that of Wu Xianguo's camp. Now that they were heading towards the Wuxian Kingdom camp, the Wuxian Kingdom camp with the same number of people suddenly seemed insignificant in front of them.

Fortunately, there are two Vientiane Stage monks in Wu Xianguo's camp, as well as a great elder whose combat power is almost the same as that of the Vientiane Stage monks, which makes Wu Xianguo not look so shabby.

However, despite this, the difference in strength between the two sides is still too great. In everyone's opinion, the three hundred or so people of Wu Xian Kingdom will be killed faster than their leader.

After all, battles between cultivators are often no longer a matter of large numbers of people. If a strong man like Xia Yunjie really chooses to escape with all his heart, then the Wanxiang strong man with a number of more than 100 may not be able to kill him. Got him. Because his personal strength is stronger than any of the one hundred and forty Wanxiang monks. But the men he brought were just the opposite. Except for the Iron Eagle Demon King and three others who were worthy of a fight, almost none of the others were a match for any elder of the Longmen Sword Sect. They were definitely the result of being crushed to death.

But in Wu Xianguo's camp, from the great elder to the lowest monk, no one showed panic on their faces. On the contrary, a strong fighting spirit was rising.

The king of the country can stand alone against hundreds of masters of the Vientiane stage with one person, and he is fearless. Three hundred of them versus three hundred people, can they still weaken the king's prestige? At worst, I'll die here!

"Elder Gu, set up the formation!" Peng Tianwu held the Azure Dragon Sword with one arm and stood tall against the enemy in the wind. When he saw people from the Longmen Sword Sect approaching, he suddenly shouted.

Before Peng Tianwu could finish his words, four flags, two black and two white, suddenly appeared from the Wu Mountain at the feet of everyone. They rose up in the wind and reached the sky in the blink of an eye.

The flag fluttered in the wind, blocking out the sky and the sun. It actually covered the whole world where the Longmen Sword Sect and Wuxianmen were fighting. There were also strange runes that emitted other lights as the flag fluttered in the wind. As soon as the light emitted, ripples appeared in the space of heaven and earth.

Soon, people outside could no longer see the situation inside the flag, and even those with a cultivation level such as Luofu Zhenren could not see through the rippled space to see the situation inside.

ps: The war has begun, please give me a ticket, thank you.