On the top of the Hidden Sword Villa, everyone had already made all preparations, and the spies also reported Mu Lingtian's whereabouts, and Ye Xun led everyone out.

Not far from the mountain gate of the Tibetan Sword Villa, the withered grass covered a large wasteland, which seemed to have begun to grow some green, and in the distance two or three feet high and bare reddish-brown small mounds, like soldiers guarding this land, a clear water river flowed slowly.

Mu Lingtian looked coldly at the people in the rivers and lakes who came out of the Hidden Sword Villa, and the murderous aura between his eyebrows grabbed the reins in his hand.

Excluding the Shaolin Temple and the Wuxin Pavilion, the people of the eight major forces are almost all together.

Ye Xun was dressed in a gray robe, leading everyone, walking in the forefront, five feet in front of Mu Lingtian, stopped, and stood opposite to Mu Lingtian, Ye Xun left his left hand behind him, his right hand clenched into a fist on his waist, frowned deeply, with a heavy look, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and stared at Mu Lingtian, making an uncle's gesture and persuading: "Ling Tian... Let it go!"

Mu Lingtian's feelings for Ye Xun had already disappeared with Ye Xun's actions, and Ye Wushuang's matter made Mu Lingtian even more disappointed in Ye Xun, only to see Mu Lingtian sitting on horseback, scanning the people in front of him, looking down at Ye Xun with low eyebrows, without any emotion, not giving Ye Xun any face, snorting disdainfully, and said coldly: "I don't know if the Lord of the Ye Alliance is interested?" or a good strategy?"

Regarding Ye Wushuang's matter, Mu Lingtian really suspected that it was Ye Xun's plan to lure the enemy, so he asked, if Ye Wushuang's matter was Ye Xun's strategy, then Mu Lingtian would be relieved, if it was true, then it could also let everyone see how ruthless and sanctimonious Ye Xun was.

Ye Wushuang's matter was indeed a pain in Ye Xun's heart, Mu Lingtian asked like this, Ye Xun also showed a heartbroken look, and couldn't help but redden.

Yi Xiaopeng, who was beside Ye Xun, was sitting in a wheelchair, and when he saw Mu Lingtian at this moment, the hatred in his heart was eager to break Mu Lingtian's body into ten thousand pieces, glaring at Mu Lingtian viciously, grabbing the armrest of the wheelchair with his left hand, pointing at Mu Lingtian with his right hand, gritting his teeth and scolding: "Mu Lingtian... You little bastard, today we are going to eliminate the harm of martial arts. ”

"Really, if you hadn't thought so at the beginning, you wouldn't be what you are now!" Mu Lingtian looked at Yi Xiaopeng and sneered coldly, his arrogant appearance could really make Yi Xiaopeng angry to death. And Mu Lingtian has seen the truth of Ye Wushuang's matter from Ye Xun's expression, no matter what the reason is, people can't be resurrected after death, the matter has come to this, in order to avenge Ye Wushuang's hatred, the murderous aura in Mu Lingtian's eyes immediately appeared, he didn't want to talk to people, and said coldly: "Come here today, I don't want to talk nonsense with you, Mu Lingtian's head is here, if you are not afraid of death, come up!"

A sinister aura swept over everyone with Mu Lingtian's gaze, and then a river breeze swept by, which couldn't help but make people's backs chill.

Everyone was vigilant, moved their eyes to Ye Xun's body, probed Ye Xun's attitude, and waited for Ye Xun to speak.

Yi Xiaokun suddenly walked out of the crowd, and smiled at Mu Lingtian: "The Tibetan Sword Villa should be guarded by the disciples of the Tibetan Sword.

Everyone looked at Yi Xiaokun and was stunned, not knowing why Yi Xiaokun wanted to challenge Mu Lingtian, even Yi Xiaopeng stared at Yi Xiaopeng in front of him in surprise, frowned slightly, and said in surprise: "Xiaokun, you..."

Mu Lingtian heard Yi Xiaokun's words, looked at Yi Xiaokun, and looked at it, although his expression was indifferent, the murderous aura in his eyes eased a little, and he just snorted and laughed: "You are different from them!"

Yi Xiaokun shook his head and chuckled, and only responded: "One skin, one bone, thousands of years are the same sect, what's the difference? The Tao is different... Don't conspire with each other!"

With Yi Xiaokun's disappointed and firm sigh, a strong true qi, along with a powerful aura, slowly poured out from Yi Xiaokun's body, and three long swords flew out of the scabbard from the hand of a Tibetan sword disciple behind Yi Xiaokun, shuttling around Yi Xiaokun.

No matter how much you say, it's useless, only the sword is the right to speak, Mu Lingtian didn't have many words, his eyebrows and eyes were certain, he flew up, and at the same time, with a force in his hand, he grabbed the long sword on horseback in the air.

A cold current, like a frost storm rushing out of thin air, flew up with Mu Lingtian, the long sword flew in the air to Mu Lingtian's hand, and several sword blades carried that cold cold, like a sword blade with a handle that turned into reality, and the long sword in Mu Lingtian's hand fell from the sky.

Seeing Mu Lingtian's momentum, Yi Xiaokun's eyebrows and eyes furrowed slightly, an invisible pressure rose from his heart, and he burst out with all his strength, the three swords were one, and the sword momentum condensed into a force, like a yellow giant sword, stabbing straight towards Mu Lingtian and docking with Mu Lingtian.

"Boom-"

With the impact of force and potential, the two true qi docked in the air, and with a loud bang, a white mist exploded, and within three zhang, a strong current swept through.

In terms of internal force, Yi Xiaokun was indeed a lot worse than Mu Lingtian, and this first blow, Mu Lingtian used eighty percent of his strength deterringly, and under the situation of frontal docking, Yi Xiaokun was indeed invincible, and with Mu Lingtian's strength, he slid backwards.

Yi Xiaokun leaned forward, retreated a foot back, almost level with the crowd, leaving two dents on the ground, and the three swords also flipped twice in the air before they were controlled by Yi Xiaokun.

You must know that there are not many super masters like Yi Xiaokun in the rivers and lakes, if kung fu reaches such a realm, when fighting against people, it is generally rare to retreat half a foot, and Mu Lingtian only hit one blow, Yi Xiaokun was repelled so far, it is conceivable that there is a gap.

In the face of such a vicious aura and such a gap, everyone was shocked, and the terrifying sword demon rose in their hearts, and they retreated one after another.

Mu Lingtian landed with the sword blade, standing in place, with a little smoke and dust under his feet, although he made Yi Xiaokun's flaws, but in order to form a sufficient deterrent to everyone, Mu Lingtian's disdainful appearance was arrogant, and he did not chase and kill Yi Xiaokun, but gave Yi Xiaokun an instant respite, which could be regarded as reminding Yi Xiaokun not to be careless, and it could be regarded as giving Yi Xiaokun a life out of Yi Xiaokun's difference. However, Mu Lingtian didn't say much, seeing that Yi Xiaopeng's body was stable, he stared at Yi Xiaokun with low eyebrows, and the long sword in his hand moved, leaving a gust of wind, turning into a phantom and rushing out.

"Zheng—"

A crisp sword roar echoed.

After Mu Lingtian disappeared in place, he turned into an afterimage and appeared in front of Yi Xiaokun, leaning forward, attacking fiercely, and the long sword in his hand swept across the half-moon.

Before the afterimage was complete, a white edge close to the full moon flickered with cold light, and then a strong cold current surged, with that frost, and some snowflakes flew out, moving with the blade of the sword.