I, the Emperor of Heaven return

Shan Eshui's sword was broken, and an old man who was as fat as a ball appeared in front of him, which made him horrified and his face changed greatly.

Although the old man in front of him had an exaggerated figure, the sword intent surging around him was extremely terrifying. He was like a lion ready to attack, and once he attacked, he could tear everything apart.

Shan Eshui was the second of the three evil swordsmen in Shenjian. Although he was not a top swordsman, he had a strong sense of sword intent.

At this moment, he sensed two words from the fat old man's sword intent: oppression!

This kind of oppression made him, a swordsman at the level of Jianwu Nisheng, feel faintly suffocated.

With his realm and strength, even a top swordsman at the level of Jianwu Nisheng could not cause him such a strong sense of oppression.

Who is this old man?

Nie Tian looked at the fat old man, and his tense heart suddenly relaxed, because the latter was Yin Feng Wuwo.

Yin Feng Wuwo was the top of the sword world. Since he had taken action, Ruoyu Qianye would naturally be fine.

Everyone looked at Yin Feng Wuwo, and their expressions changed.

They were all extremely talented swordsmen. Even though Yin Feng Wuwo deliberately restrained his sword intent, they also felt the latter's fear.

"The three evil swordsmen, right?" Yin Feng Wuwo raised his head slightly, looked at Shan Eshui, and said with a smile: "You are at least a swordsman, a senior in the sword world, but you attacked a little girl in such a public eye, it seems a bit inappropriate."

"Old sir, this girl killed my third brother. As the second brother, I must take revenge. This is a private matter between me and this witch. Please be kind and don't interfere." Shan Eshui restrained his expression and his tone was respectful.

He was not a fool, of course he knew that Yin Feng Wuwo was not easy to mess with.

"I'm sorry, I have nothing better to do than to meddle in other people's business." Yin Fengwuwo smiled and said, "In my opinion, let's end this matter here."

"What do you mean by that, senior?" Shan Eshui frowned, obviously suppressing his anger.

The three evil men of Shen Jian were well-known figures, how could they die in vain?

"Your third brother is obviously not a good guy. This little girl killed him, and it was his own fault. If you don't want to die, leave here quickly." Yin Fengwuwo said coldly without wasting any more time.

When Shan Eshui heard that the other party was going to drive him away, his face suddenly sank and he said coldly, "Senior, this is not your place, why are you driving me away?"

"I'm sorry, this is really my place!" Yin Fengwuwo smiled again, took a step forward, and suddenly a sword intent whistled out.

In an instant, before Shan Eshui could react at all, a splash of blood appeared in front of him, and one of his arms was directly broken.

His figure suddenly retreated, and he almost lost his balance.

At this moment, a strong energy appeared and stabilized him from behind.

"Brother!" Shan Eshui turned around suddenly, and there was a familiar face behind him, which made him happy.

The person behind him was none other than his elder brother, the leader of the three evil swordsmen, Leng Chenxiang, who was known as the sword butcher.

"Leng Chenxiang!" Leng Chenxiang's sudden appearance made everyone present tremble, and many people screamed in unison.

Leng Chenxiang had a solemn face, and his eyes stared at Yin Fengwuwo like a sharp blade, and he was not afraid at all.

"What a strong murderous aura!" Nie Tian looked at Leng Chenxiang, and immediately felt the bloody murderous aura surging around the latter, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

He had seen many powerful swordsmen, but he had never seen someone with such a strong murderous aura.

Leng Chenxiang just stood there, and the murderous aura outside his body gave people a suffocating sense of deterrence.

Sword butcher, butcher among swords!

Leng Chenxiang has killed countless people with his hands, and his murderous aura is nurtured by these lives.

This kind of sword intent with a strong murderous aura makes him much stronger than swordsmen of the same level.

"Here comes a big guy." Yin Fengwuwo looked at Leng Chenxiang and smiled faintly, but his eyes were a little strange, as if he had discovered something.

"Old man, don't meddle in other people's business!" Leng Chenxiang said solemnly, with murderous eyes.

Even when facing Yin Fengwuwo, he was not afraid at all.

"If I must intervene." Yin Fengwuwo smiled again, his expression became even weirder.

"Die!" Leng Chenxiang was silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a low voice, and then his figure moved directly, like an arrow from a bow, condensing a strong murderous intent, and suddenly came out to attack Yin Fengwuwo.

He was very smart, knowing that he was not Yin Fengwuwo's ​​opponent, so he acted instantly, took the initiative, and wanted to kill the latter by surprise.

In an instant, a terrible murderous aura spread, and everyone felt that an invisible hand was pinching their necks at this moment.

This is the terrible thing about Leng Chenxiang. The sword intent and murderous aura that burst out instantly combined perfectly, forming a very strong suppressive force. Even some people who are stronger than him may be killed instantly.

But unfortunately, Yin Fengwuwo is too strong, far beyond his reach.

Just when Leng Chenxiang was about to approach Yin Fengwuwo, he suddenly felt an invisible pressure coming from the void, which immediately made his figure stagnate and it was difficult to move forward.

Then, a more terrible force appeared, imprisoned him in an instant, and then directly pressed him, as if to squeeze him to death.

"How, how could it be..." Leng Chenxiang spoke with difficulty, struggling to resist, but the force was getting stronger and stronger, and he was simply not able to resist it.

He had never expected that Yin Feng Wuwo would be so terrifying that he could crush him with pure sword power!

"This..." Everyone was shocked by the scene before their eyes, and they all took a breath and were speechless.

Leng Chenxiang was a swordsman close to the peak of the sword martial arts saint, but he had no power to fight back in front of Yin Feng Wuwo. How strong was the latter?

But Yin Feng Wuwo did not kill Leng Chenxiang directly at this time, but controlled the sword power extremely delicately, making the latter unable to live or die.

"Old thing, if you have the guts, kill me!" Leng Chenxiang was extremely fierce, and he actually roared violently, and the blood in his body surged, causing several bloody wounds on his body, bloody.

Nie Tian frowned, wondering what Yin Feng Wuwo was doing. The latter was not the kind of person who enjoyed torturing others.

"Who taught you your sword power?" Yin Feng Wuwo's ​​face darkened and he spoke solemnly.

"Sword intent?" Nie Tian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Leng Chenxiang's sword intent was somewhat similar to Yin Fengwuwo's ​​Seven Wounds Sword Intention.

Could it be that Leng Chenxiang and Yin Fengwuwo have some connection?

"I... Bah!" Leng Chenxiang's face was distorted and he refused to say.

"Looking for death!" Yin Fengwuwo's ​​eyes sank, and a murderous intent emerged, and the sword intent around him changed slightly.

"Teacher, long time no see." But at this moment, a low voice came from the void, and then a murderous figure fell, like thunder breaking through the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.