Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Boss, the front is the boundary of the Sword Dynasty."

A few days later, Ling Xiao's cultivation level reached the middle stage of the thirteenth level of hell in the Yin-Yang Realm.

And he and Xiao Jin also arrived at the border of the Sword Dynasty.

"Sword Dynasty, here I come!"

Ling Xiao clenched his fists.

This will be a new beginning, but he will never forget what he still has to do.

But if he wants to find Yue Fanghua and avenge the Wang Quan family, he must become stronger!

Keep getting stronger!

"Boss, are you really planning to go to that Demonic Dragon Sword Court?"

Xiao Jin suddenly asked.

"Not necessarily. Master is just a suggestion. I won't go there easily without having a clear understanding of the Demonic Dragon Sword Court."

Although the sect is a stepping stone for Ling Xiao to quickly increase his strength, it does not necessarily mean that he must join.

So he was in no rush to make a decision.

As he spoke, one person and one beast had already entered the border of the Sword Dynasty.

The border town, although small, is very lively.

Ling Xiao planned to rest here and inquire about the Sword Dynasty.

After all, he is completely unfamiliar with this place.

Sitting in the teahouse, ordering a few steamed buns and a pot of tea, Ling Xiao and Xiao Jin started eating.

The energy in food is beneficial to the improvement of cultivation, and is also very important for warriors.

Although it doesn't matter if you don't eat it, there is absolutely no harm in eating it.

But as soon as he sat down, he felt a terrible pressure coming on him.

Around him, several masters suddenly appeared.

Although these people were dressed differently, they all had a cloak hanging behind them.

On the cloak, there is a big word "sword".

Ling Xiao discovered that his cultivation level was definitely poor among these people.

The Sword Dynasty, indeed the Sword Dynasty, was indeed more powerful than places like Chen State.

One of the nine most powerful forces in the Western Region, that is really not just a rumor.

"Bang!"

A table was suddenly overturned. For some unknown reason, a warrior wearing a sword-shaped cloak got mad at a few people who had just arrived in this border town like Ling Xiao.

"Is your Excellency going too far?"

It was naturally hard for those people to accept the table being overturned.

You must know that the cultivation level of each of them is around the middle stage of the thirteenth level of hell in the Yin-Yang realm.

Such strength is definitely among the top in places like Chen Country and Volcano Country.

So it is impossible for them to be so cowardly.

Moreover, there are many of them, and there is only one person on the other side. How can they be afraid?

"Excessive? What's even more excessive is yet to come!"

The man wearing a sword-shaped cloak suddenly took action and pierced the throat of the person who spoke with a sword.

The man died tragically on the spot.

"Dead! Dead!"

The remaining warriors' expressions changed with fear.

"Do you know how powerful it is now? All warriors in the Sword Dynasty must register!

You newcomers, no matter where you come from, no matter how arrogant you were before, you are just like fledglings when you get here!

Whoever dares to cause trouble will end up like him! "

The murderer was very cold and arrogant. He pointed at the killed warrior and said loudly.

“Let me tell you newbies some rules.

The warriors of the Sword Dynasty are all under the control of the 'Sword Temple', and the Sword Temple is directly subordinate to the Sword Emperor.

Every warrior who belongs to the Sword Temple can get such a cloak and a belt.

Prove that you are willing to be loyal to the Sword Dynasty! "

The murderer sneered, and then greeted: "Everyone who is eating, put down your food and come and gather!

We need to check the waist tag! "

Hearing such a domineering voice, Ling Xiao realized that he might have come to a place even more cruel than Chen Country.

In the Sword Dynasty, all warriors actually had to register at the Sword Temple.

This is tantamount to belonging to the imperial court.

I'm afraid even the freedom of identity will be restricted.

"Boss, what should we do?"

Xiao Jin asked.

"Let's take a look first and then talk about it. As long as it's not too much, we can agree to it."

Arriving at a place he didn't understand and facing a group of powerful warriors, Ling Xiao acted very cautiously.

He didn't want to cause his own death because of his carelessness.

In that case, what should Yue Fanghua do?

What to do with his Eight Immortals Kingdom?

What about his Celestial Empire?

He followed the others and left the table and walked to the open space next to it.

After the killing incident just now, no one dares to scream anymore. No matter whether they were heroes or bears, when they get here, they must act according to the rules of the Sword Temple.

The people of the Sword Temple looked at these outsiders with contempt, like a butcher looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Come in line and get a temporary identity card! Each person pays one million low-grade spiritual stones!"

Several warriors from the Sword Temple quickly set up a table, then took out the iron waist badge and placed it on the table. One of them said.

One million low-grade spiritual stones, this is really not a small amount.

Although it was nothing to Ling Xiao, to most warriors, it was absolutely expensive.

I am afraid that even a warrior who has reached the thirteenth level of hell in the Yin-Yang Realm will not be able to produce much.

Even if there were, it would be a waste of money.

This is obviously making things difficult.

"I know you are all a bunch of paupers!

It’s easy to do without money.

Put your thumbprint on this contract and use your work to pay off the debt.

Just pay it back. Our Sword Dynasty treats warriors like you very favorably. "

The warrior from the Sword Temple said with a smile.

"This is not a contract at all. This is simply a contract of betrayal! Are you kidding me? I came to the Sword Dynasty to practice, not to work for the Sword Temple."

It exploded as soon as it was filmed.

Ling Xiao used his Tai Chi eyes to observe it, and found out that the contract said that if he pressed his fingerprints, he would work for the Sword Dynasty for a hundred years.

One hundred years!

Even if a warrior's lifespan is longer than that of ordinary people, how many hundred years can it last?

Isn't this just like a slave?

"Don't want to? Yes, you just need to pay one million low-grade spiritual stones!"

The people in the Sword Temple had cold smiles on their faces.

"I don't have money, and I won't be your slave!"

The warrior shouted angrily: "I am not the loser just now. My cultivation has reached the peak of the 1st level of Yin-Yang realm and the 13th level of hell!"

"Is it strong?"

The Sword Temple warrior who killed people before sneered.

When Ling Xiao saw this smile, he knew that the rebels were doomed.

Although the warriors of the Sword Temple are basically in the middle stage of the thirteenth level of hell in the Yin-Yang realm.

But this murderer has already reached the level of early cultivation of the fourteenth level of hell in the Yin-Yang realm.

Anyone who cannot see through his cultivation will definitely die.

Moreover, Ling Xiao could feel that there were not just these few warriors in the Sword Temple, but the stronger ones did not show up. These small chores were all left to the people below to handle.

In this border town alone, there are more than a dozen people who have reached the level of the Yin-Yang realm and the fourteenth level of hell.

This is downright terrifying.

Sure enough, as Ling Xiao expected, the resister was directly stabbed through the throat and died on the spot.

"I hope I don't kill a third person!"

The murderer sneered and sat back down again.