Iron Cross Fire

Could it be... this is his fate?

For a moment, Yitaier clenched his fists, feeling very unwilling.

"Tsk tsk..."

Seeing Yitaier about to die under Tang Jian's sword, suddenly, a mocking voice came from the sky not far away: "What a big tone."

Hearing the voice, Tang Jian frowned and tilted his head to look.

At the same time, Yitaier also subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Seeing, a figure came from the sky.

A white robe gave people a feeling of immortality, but the man was very young, about thirty years old, with handsome features, but there was a hint of evil between his eyebrows.

It was Prince Aotian who came from Wudang.

Before in Wudang, Prince Aotian learned about what happened to the Rakshasa tribe in recent days from the mouth of the divine soldier who delivered the message, and then listened to the advice of the God King Haotian, and immediately rushed over.

Two hours ago, Prince Aotian arrived nearby and saw two groups of people fighting fiercely. He quietly hid aside and watched. Later, he learned that one of the parties was Yitaier, the first warrior of the Rakshasa tribe. Prince Aotian made up his mind at that time to win over Yitaier.

Seeing that Yitaier was about to die under Tang Jian's sword, he showed up without hesitation.

Swish!

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Prince Aotian, and they all frowned secretly.

This person looks young, but the strength that permeates his body is not weak...

Huh!

Then, Tang Jian was the first to react. He looked up and down at Prince Aotian and said lightly: "I wonder who it is. It turns out to be Ye Yun from Wudang Sect."

As the leader of Tiandao Society, Tang Jian knew the situation in the martial arts world. A few days ago, Lingyu Zhenren suddenly died suddenly, and Wudang Sect supported Ye Yun, one of the new generation of disciples, as the new leader. Tang Jian naturally knew.

However, Tang Jian didn't know at this time that the person in front of him was just wearing Ye Yun's skin, not Ye Yun himself.

"Oh?"

When the other party called his name, Prince Aotian was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Do you know me?"

Tang Jian frowned and didn't bother to talk nonsense: "Ye Yun, this is a matter between my Tiandaohui and the Luosha tribe. If you know what's good for you, don't interfere, so as not to get into trouble."

Although the other party is the new leader of Wudang, he is a young boy after all, and there is no need to worry about him.

Hehe...

Feeling Tang Jian's coldness, Prince Aotian couldn't help laughing, and said slowly: "The purpose of our generation of Jianghu people is to help when we see injustice."

"As everyone knows, the Luosha tribe and Jiuzhou have always been peaceful and friendly friends. Now you are attacking the general of the Luosha tribe, intending to destroy the peace between the Luosha tribe and Jiuzhou. How can I ignore it?"

While speaking, Prince Aotian's face was righteous.

In fact, Prince Aotian only said these high-sounding words to win over Yitaier, otherwise he would not care about his life or death.

Hmm?

Hearing this, Tang Jian was stunned at first, and then laughed up to the sky: "Interesting, it seems that you want to meddle in other people's business, kid, don't think that I will be a little afraid of you just because you have become the head of Wudang. Let me tell you, let alone you, even if Lingyu Zhenren is alive, I will not take Wudang seriously."

As he said, Tang Jian's eyes turned cold and he shouted: "Get out immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Get out?

Hearing this word, Prince Aotian's mouth curled up and revealed a sneer: "You should get out."

What a kid who doesn't know how to live or die.

Tang Jian was instantly furious, holding the Taiyuan Sword tightly, and shouted angrily: "You want to be a hero, right? Very good, you die."

As soon as the voice fell, Tang Jian's figure burst into the air, and a strong aura filled the sky. The Taiyuan Sword in his hand burst out a cold light, heading straight for the heart of Prince Aotian.

Chi Chi...

You can see that wherever the Taiyuan Sword passes, the sky seems to be torn in half, with amazing power.

Hehe...

Looking at Tang Jian bursting out, Prince Aotian looked contemptuous, slowly raised his right hand, and urged the divine power to condense a golden sword.

This golden sword was completely condensed by the divine power in his body, and the golden light was so bright that people could hardly open their eyes.

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