Yuan Tong grabbed the Chilian Sword in his hand, and a look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face.

The Chilian Sword cast by Wang Xuanfu himself, the legendary divine weapon, was held in his hand at this moment!

But immediately, his complexion changed.

Everyone grabbed red eyes, and there was only Chilian Sword in their eyes, and now that the sword was in Yuan Tong's hands, the pressure that originally belonged to the thief saint was instantly transferred to Yuan Tong.

Boom~

Hundreds of young martial arts masters crushed towards Yuan Tong like a mudslide, and they shot one after another, one after another, and the strong energy was struck, and the targets were all towards Yuan Tong.

The bloodstained thief finally got a chance to breathe, leaned against the wall beside him, cursed in his mouth, and then took out the wound medicine and took it.

"Presumptuous, I am the dignified son of Taiyimen, I see who dares to move......"

In the face of the group attack, Yuan Tong was shocked and angry, and shouted loudly, wanting to shock everyone as a holy son. But everyone is red-eyed, who cares if you are the son of Taiyimen or not the son of the saint, just rob his mother.

Yuan Tong was tragic, and before he finished his sentence, he was beaten up by splitting his head and covering his face. Even if he was the Holy Son, he couldn't withstand the siege of so many people, and in just a few seconds, Yuan Tong was beaten on the head.

"Damn, you wolf-hearted things!"

Yuan Tong was furious, but there was nothing he could do, if he didn't throw the sword again, his life would be in danger.

In desperation, Yuan Tong had no choice but to throw out the Chilian Sword, not to mention how depressed he was, the Chilian Sword had just arrived and threw it away before it was hot, and he was beaten fat!

Han Yanran and I have been staying out of the matter and watching coldly, not because we are not interested in practicing the sword in the red, but because we are very rational. Whoever is in the hand of this sword now will suffer.

"Boss, who do you think the Red Sword will get?" Han Yanran asked as she looked at the chaotic scene in front of her.

I narrowed my eyes and said, "If nothing else, I will be caught by the dragon torture." ”

"Why?" Han Yanran pursed her lips, as if she didn't want this.

I smiled helplessly and said, "Except for the Long family, no one can deter this group of people, and I can't." ”

The Long family is the number one force on the rivers and lakes, and it has been accumulating prestige for a long time, and this martial arts conference was presided over by the Long family, and the door of the tomb was also opened by the Long family. No matter how red-eyed this group is, they don't dare to attack the Long family!

Sure enough, as I expected, the Red Lian Sword went through several tosses and turns, and finally fell into the hands of Long Xingyun.

"Who dares to step forward?!"

Long Xingyun held the Red Lian Sword in his hand, and swung forward, and a blazing wave rushed in, like magma gushing. His powerful aura erupted in this place, and the murderous aura was monstrous, rolling in and out.

This scene was like a basin of cold water poured on everyone's heads, making them calm down a little, and the red sword was in the hands of Long Xingyun, who would dare to snatch it again?

If he injured the Holy Son of the Long Family, not only would he suffer, but even the forces behind them would even be implicated. The Long family has accumulated a lot of prestige, no one dares to provoke its majesty, and over the years, there is only one Nanzhu who dares to provoke the Long family!

But now, the South Lord has not fallen on Lotus Peak, which proves even more that provoking the Long family will not end well, even the South Lord is no exception.

It's just that once people's greed is aroused, it will be extremely terrible and lose their minds. Everyone looked at Long Xingyun, ready to move, the energy on their bodies surged, and they had no intention of stopping.

"If you're not afraid of death, come forward and grab it!"

A figure appeared, holding a red-blooded war spear, powerful and terrifying, he stabbed forward with a spear, the sound was deafening, and the murderous aura was like a tide.

This is a young master of the Long family, with red hair flying all over his head, and in his hand he holds a war spear polished like a blood diamond.

He is majestic, like a god of war, powerful and full of murderous atmosphere.

Everyone was frightened, and many people became calm, retreating in their hearts, and were not ready to fight again. It's just that there are also people who don't want to die, shouting: "What is the Long family, whoever grabs the treasure is whoever's, everyone." ”

Obviously, this man wants to trick everyone into making a move.

"Brothers, there is great strength in numbers!"

"There are only seven or eight people in the Long family, they can't stop us, so let's shoot with me!"

There were shouts from the crowd, full of bewitchment, and soon someone responded, and immediately rushed forward to snatch the Chilian Sword in Long Xingyun's hand.

But the next moment he regretted it, because he was the only one who rushed out of the hundreds. In an instant, this yellow-haired young man became the most prominent focus of the audience.

"it, didn't you say you would rush together?"

The yellow-haired young man's face was black at that time, and he felt that he had been deceived and harmed, and it was clear that everyone was shouting vigorously just now, and they were all ready to move, but he was the only one who really took action!

At this time, the Long family's sharp gaze fell on the yellow-haired young man's body, like a blade. Only this person was the most prominent in the audience, and he was about to take the sword, regardless of who he looked at.

"MMP, Lao Tzu is speechless......"

The yellow-haired young man almost vomited blood, and now he was severely pit by everyone, and he just wanted to scold his mother in his heart.

"Y-do you also want to snatch the Red Sword?" Long Xingyun's gaze firmly locked on the yellow-haired youth, and a fierce aura erupted from his body.

The yellow-haired young man's calves trembled, and a smile was forced out of his stiff face, and he hurriedly said, "Three...... Three Holy Sons, you misunderstood, I rushed too hard just now, and I didn't brake for a while, so it was definitely not aimed at you. A good sword is matched with a hero, here are the three holy sons are the most heroic and powerful, and it is a matter of course to get the red sword, I don't have any opinions, and I don't dare to snatch it!"

"Hmph, when I'm a three-year-old?"

Long Xingyun sneered, his body moved forward like a ghost, and split the yellow-haired young man in half with a sword!

"Who else dares to grab a sword?" Long Xingyun looked around the audience, and finally, his gaze drifted towards me.

The Three Holy Sons' eyes flickered, and they really wanted to kill Ni Dege with the strength of everyone at this juncture. Now that the red sword is in hand, the combat power has increased by two percent out of thin air, and Long Xingyun is very confident. After all, he hated Ni Dege to the core, and the insult of being beaten yesterday will never be forgotten.

But Long Xingyun was jealous, what was the Seven Day Intestine Breaking Pill, although he was skeptical, but what if it was true?

He was very anxious in his heart, and he didn't dare to offend Nidege easily until he got the antidote. After thinking about it and thinking about it, Long Xingyun finally put out his intention to kill Ni Dege, and there will be many opportunities in the future!

At this moment, I don't know what Long Xingyun thinks, but I see that he has obtained the Red Cultivation Sword, and I am very unhappy. But there was no way, he was a fox and a tiger, and with the majesty of the Long family, he deterred everyone, and the red sword naturally belonged to him.

I couldn't help but glared at the thief saint next to me fiercely, if it wasn't for this guy's bad deeds, I would probably have gotten the Red Cultivation Sword.

"I'm sorry, boss, but I won't be making my own decisions again. The thief looked apologetic and whispered to me.

"Forget it, the red sword is not the most important, the most important thing is Wang Xuanfu's inheritance. If you dare to drop the chain in the future, Lao Tzu will slash you with a knife!" I said with a stiff face.

The thief saint hurriedly said yes.

Seeing his miserable appearance with a blue nose and swollen face, I won't pursue it anymore.

"Who else dares to take the sword?"

Long Xingyun asked again, but the audience was silent, no one dared to stand up, and the body of the yellow-haired young man who was cut in two was still lying there, shocking.

"Humph!"

Long Xingyun snorted coldly, took the Red Lian Sword and looked at it carefully, and then with a wave of his arm, he slashed towards a boulder next to him.

The crimson sword body let out a humming sound, and a sharp sword light in the shape of a moon arc bloomed, like cutting tofu, directly cutting the boulder in half!

"Good sword!"

Long Xingyun's eyes were happy, and then he slowly inserted the red sword into the scabbard and hung it around his waist.

Countless people's eyes were red, and they looked at Long Xingyun with envy and jealousy.

"It's uncomfortable, this magic weapon was actually obtained by Long San, and I was so angry. The thief god was indignant.

"Damn, Lao Tzu was beaten in vain and made a wedding dress for someone else. The thief looked depressed.

My eyes narrowed slightly, and everyone in the room was attracted by the sharpened iron and clay red sword, and no one noticed that the statue was holding the scroll in its right hand.

At this moment, the handscroll is in my arms.

"The ancients revered the right, and the statue held a sword in its left hand and a scroll in its right hand. Perhaps, the value of that handscroll is higher than that of the Red Sword. I thought to myself.