It is conceivable that Yan Xing’s talent in the sword path can be regarded as the most powerful person in the prehistoric world. However, as a descendant of the sword ancestor, he has this role in the sword.
Insights are rare in the entire prehistoric world.
Yan Xing was able to develop his own martial arts, take a different approach on the sword path, and find another way. Although Yi Tianxing still had some problems, being able to do this shows how profound his understanding of the sword was. It was a pity that Yan
Because of his wife Mianzhu's affairs, hatred blinded his mind, causing his sword skills to go even more extreme. If they are not corrected, they will eventually become obsessed with devils. Now the only devil in his heart is also in Yi.
Death under the Tianxing Sword, coupled with Yi Tianxing's soul shock, he finally broke through the dark clouds and saw the bright moon, so he could understand his original heart, and his state of mind sublimated in an instant.
"Since you made such a choice, then get up~" Yi Tianxing looked at Yan Xing and smiled softly.
"Yes, master!" Yan Xing also looked relaxed at this time, and then stood up and stood respectfully beside Yi Tianxing, completely treating himself as a slave.
"The matter is over, let's go~" Yi Tianxing's eyes swept past the lord of Xijin City, and finally said lightly.
When Yi Tianxing looked at him, the middle-aged scholar suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He couldn't help but feel a kind of trembling soul, and then he didn't say anything and watched Yi Tianxing slowly leave.
The sword that Yi Tianxing killed Murong Cheng just now was not seen clearly, but he saw some of it. The vast power of the soul and the will of the sword that reached the nine-sky sky also made him feel a sense of heart.
He was afraid because he discovered that under this sword, if it were him, he would probably be unable to resist it at all.
"City Lord~" Seeing Yi Tianxing's figure disappearing at the end, another cultivator in the Heavenly God Realm immediately called in a low voice, "Are we really letting him go like this? Murong Cheng is outside the Fuling Sword Sect
Deacon, once they ask~”
Although Fuling Sword Sect, although looking at the entire prehistoric world, is just a small sect that cannot be even smaller, it is still a powerful person in this area. There are thirteen or fourteen cultivators in the sect, and ordinary forces are really
I dare not provoke them. Although this middle-aged scholar is the lord of a city, if Fuling Sword Sect really questioned him about this matter, he would probably have no choice.
"What can I do if I don't let him go? Could it be that sword you blocked?" The middle-aged scholar glanced at the divine realm of the famous man beside him and said in a low voice, but his words were full of content.
stiff.
"I~" Hearing this, the man suddenly lost the following. Yi Tianxing's sword really made him feel a sense of boundless fear, and he could not hide or avoid!
"If I stopped him, I might not be standing here, but lying here!" The middle-aged scholar looked at Yi Tianxing's distant back and said in a low voice, "This artistic impact and Yuan Dynasty
The god attack is definitely not something that ordinary people can practice. This person must be from a major sect!"
"I won't stop it. At most, Fuling Sword Sect will come to take responsibility. At that time, I will put all the responsibility on him. After all, so many people here have seen his strength, and no one will stand this point
I came out to deny that those people from Fuling Sword Sect can't do anything at that time. At most, they will just apologize~”
"The city lord has a clever understanding!" Hearing the middle-aged scholar's words, the God Realm's eyes lit up and he said in a low voice with a flattering smile.
"Well, you can handle the matter here and give Murong Cheng's body to his junior brother Ma Huanshan!" The middle-aged scholar glanced at Murong Cheng's body and said in a low voice. Then his figure flashed and disappeared into the air.
Above.
Ma Huanshan, the foreign elder of Fuling Sword Sect, is also one of the only five heavenly god realms in the sect. Although in terms of strength, Ma Huanshan may be the lowest among all elders, and his talent is not high. He can cultivate to the heavenly god realm.
It can be said that he is lucky and he is more careful. However, despite this, he is extremely flexible in his mind, especially in terms of money, so he has a unique talent, so he became a Fuling Sword Sect
After the elder, he was sent to Xijin City and became an alien elder who specialized in the sect's money. His life was very comfortable. After all, Murong Cheng was his senior brother here, although he had stopped many years ago.
He is a formal disciple of the Fuling Sword Sect, but his friendship with him is still there. In addition, the interest alliance between the two is extremely powerful in this generation. With the Fuling Sword Sect behind him, life will be lived.
It's more comfortable than being in the sect.
"Elder Ma, Wang Sheng asked for a visit outside the door~" At this moment, Ma Huanshan was lying on the recliner, enjoying the service of the maid on the side with peace of mind.
"Wang Sheng~" A look of surprise flashed in Ma Huanshan's eyes, but then a look of pride appeared. This Wang Sheng was the cultivator of the Heavenly God Realm who had been beside the city lord Feiyun. According to common sense,
Both of them were cultivators in the Heavenly God Realm. There was no need for Wang Sheng to report himself. However, Ma Huanshan was very happy with this feeling at this moment. After all, Wang Sheng's move completely satisfied his vanity inadvertently.
"Well, let him see me in the study!" Ma Huanshan also said with a smile, and at the same time he moved his fat body. The study room is generally an extremely private space, so being taken to the study room is considered to be a guest
Since Wang Sheng gave him enough face, he naturally had to treat him well.
"Elder Ma, the study room may be inconvenient. I think you should meet Lord Wang in the main hall!" However, just as Ma Huanshan was about to go to the study room, an unnatural expression appeared on the face of the person who informed him.
He said shyly.
"Hum?" Hearing this person's words, Ma Huanshan also frowned slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the person, "Then go to the main hall!"
Although he didn't know why, Ma Huanshan still whispered that the person who informed him had been following him for hundreds of years and he had always trusted him very much, but he didn't know why he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart at this moment.
When Ma Huanshan entered the hall, Wang Sheng was already waiting there, but the one that attracted Ma Huanshan's attention the most was the stretcher in the main hall. At this moment, Murong Cheng was lying on the stretcher, but he had no breath.
, It is obviously already dead!
"Elder Ma~" Seeing Ma Huanshan appear, Wang Sheng also called him in a low voice, and his eyes were just staring at Ma Huanshan's changes. Let's see what happened first. Murong Cheng and Ma Huanshan were from Fuling Sword Sect many years ago.
The disciples were even more brothers. However, because Murong Cheng wanted to inherit the position of head of the family, he withdrew from the Fuling Sword Sect and was just an outer deacon, but the relationship between Ma Huanshan and him was very good.