Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Jing Yuehan and others looked at each other, a faint coldness flashing in their eyes.

The other party took the initiative to ask for advice, but chose Langya Wenqiu, clearly trying to make a weak point.

Wang Zhenlong seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "We, the Xuxian Sword Sect, are here to ask for swordsmanship. If you want to ask for advice, you have to wait until our swordsmanship is over."

The person who came was Jindan Dzogchen, and he bravely said: "Senior, although I am not a sword cultivator, we are also Ditian cultivators.

It is extremely rare to see sword cultivators from the Xuxian Sword Sect coming here from far away from the mountains and seas. I don’t want to miss this opportunity. Is it possible that the discussion between monks must also be restricted by the rules of asking for swords? "

"Your Majesty Wang, since he wants to learn our swordsmanship, disciples might as well fight with him!"

Langya Wenqiu clasped his fists and said, "Whenever Senior Brother Fang fights with others, my disciple's hands have been itchy for a long time."

Zhang Ling thought for a while and said to Wang Zhenlong: "Supreme Elder, I think there is nothing wrong with this matter."

"Hey, why don't you challenge me? My hands are itchy too."

"Me, me, me, don't challenge Junior Sister Langya, come and challenge me, I will definitely spare your life!"

The disciples from all the peaks laughed and wanted to compete for the opportunity to take action. When Langya Wenqiu saw this, he immediately said angrily:

"Brothers and sisters, don't fight with me, he is here to challenge me!"

Wang Zhenlong frowned slightly and stared at the golden elixir monk in front of him who claimed to be Ditian Yijie, a nameless casual cultivator. When he saw that all his disciples wanted to take action, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then said lightly:

"In that case, then you just have to discuss each other's ideas, and that's it."

So far?

Langya Wenqiu didn't understand the meaning, but Fang Chen had a thought in his mind.

At that time, countless monks in Lingkong City were watching this place. Seven or eight young men and women were standing on the cloud platform of a tall building.

The person in the middle is Zuo Xu, who had a relationship with Fang Chen and the others on Qiankun Island.

The people around Zuo Xu were the masters from Lingkong City and sword cultivators from the Lingkong Sword Sect.

"Fellow Daoist Zuo, will doing this make them angry?"

A female swordsman with skin as good as snow said softly.

Everyone looked at Zuo Xu.

Zuo Xu chuckled, looked away from Langya Wenqiu, and looked at the female sword cultivator:

"Since your Lingkong Sword Sect has no intention of avoiding the battle, you don't have to worry about the Void Immortal Sword Sect becoming angry. This can actually give them a disincentive, so that they know that in the Ditian territory, not just ordinary people can run around at will."

The female swordsman thought for a while and felt that this was also the case, so she stopped talking and continued to pay attention to the movements in the distance.

…

"You should strike first. I'm afraid that once my sword move comes out, you won't have a chance to strike. You are the only monk who dares to challenge us in these days in Ditian. You are a bit brave."

Langya Wenqiu looked at his opponent from afar and smiled lightly.

The opponent seemed quite polite and said, "Thank you very much, girl. I hope you will be merciful later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual power in his body suddenly condensed in his mouth. He opened his mouth and spat out violently, and saw a sharp sword light striking towards Langya Wenqiu.

This sword light aura is very terrifying, far beyond the limit of the Golden Elixir Dzogchen. Even Nascent Soul Dzogchen can hardly erupt such a terrifying aura!

The nearby monks' expressions perked up, and their eyes were filled with brilliance. They didn't expect that this unknown monk had such a method.

Langya Wenqiu's expression changed slightly, and he immediately mobilized his spiritual power to slash out with his sword, trying to resolve the attack.

However, the expressions of Zhang Ling and others suddenly changed. This was clearly not the method of the Golden elixir cultivator. There was an expert behind the other party, and the purpose was probably to give them a showdown!

With Langya Wenqiu's cultivation level, it was absolutely impossible for him to take this move!

If they had not intervened, Langya Wenqiu might have died on the spot. If they had intervened, they would have had something to say for them to criticize.

At this critical moment, Wang Zhenlong waved his hand gently and put the opponent's sword light into his sleeves and eliminated it invisible.

A cold sweat slowly slid down Langya Wenqiu's forehead.

"Don't accept challenges from others casually in the future. After all, some people don't follow the rules like us."

Wang Zhenlong smiled lightly.

The disciples from all the peaks felt ashamed. No wonder Wang Taishang seemed unwilling to let them take action just now. It turned out that he had already guessed that the other party was weird.

"How come your Xuxian Sword Sect is so shameless? It's obviously a competition between juniors, why do the elders want to intervene?"

"Why should we still follow the path of learning swordsmanship?"

Many taunting voices suddenly sounded in Lingkong City.

Langya Wenqiu's face was pale, and he felt very uncomfortable in his heart. He did not expect that the sword cultivator of the Xuxian Sword Sect would be so ridiculed because of him this time.

She also saw many people holding the Xuantian Mirror high, as if they were spreading the scene around!

"Girl, I win this battle, right? I accept it."

The corners of the Jindan cultivator's mouth raised slightly and he cupped his fists.

"You win like shit."

Before anyone could react, a ray of sword light fell directly on the golden elixir monk.

He looked down blankly and saw a blood line on his chest.

He raised his head suddenly and pointed at Fang Chen, his eyes full of horror: "You, you..."

puff--

Before the words were spoken, the man had already fallen to the left and right, and his body was split in half.

Hot internal organs mixed with blood were thrown to the ground.

The surrounding area suddenly became quiet for a few moments. The monks in Lingkong City looked at this scene with a hint of shock and anger gradually rising in their eyes.

Someone pointed at Fang Chen and shouted angrily: "How dare you not follow the rules!"

Fang Chen waved his hand and struck again with his sword. The Nascent Soul cultivator who questioned Fang Chen let out a miserable howl on the spot and died under the light of the sword.

"Damn it, your Void Immortal Sword Sect is so audacious, how dare you..."

Another sword light.

This time the person who died was an out-of-body monk, which immediately caused many nearby monks who were shouting and yelling to shut up.

But even though they had shut up, the sword light flashed one after another, taking away all the people who had spoken to mock them one by one.

In just a few moments, the blood of more than a hundred monks was splattered on the spot.

Not only the monks in Lingkong City were stunned, but Zhang Ling and others were also a little stunned.

The group of swordsmen standing with Zuo Xu looked at each other, and they all saw the shock and anger in each other's eyes.

How dare the other party have no scruples and commit murder in Lingkong City in broad daylight! ? This has clearly broken the rules of Wenjian!

"I know that you are quite dissatisfied with our trip, but this matter is supposed to be the private matter of Jianzong and has nothing to do with you. I think you are also provoked by others, so you talk some nonsense and do some wrong things.

It doesn't matter if you make a mistake, you can correct it in your next life. If there are still people who want to be gunmen for others, they might as well come forward. Killing a hundred is still killing, and killing a thousand is still killing. There is no difference to us. "

Fang Chen sheathed his sword and stood up, smiling lightly at everyone, but his gray-white pupils looked through the void to Zuo Xu and others hidden under the formation.