The Sword Pavilion of the Blood Sword Gate is located on an extremely lively street in the Holy City. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Countless sword cultivators gathered, and it was only a very small group of people who could finally join the Holy City.

In this case, many forces will open sword halls in the Holy City, offering all kinds of tempting prices to attract those warriors to join them.

The Lord of the Blood Sword Gate is also a sword cultivator of the Quasi-Saint Three Realms, and he is a first-class powerhouse in this Holy City.

After all, even in the Holy Land, saints are rare.

Therefore, the Blood Sword Gate has also absorbed a lot of sword cultivators to join on weekdays.

However, the gate of the Blood Sword Gate, which is usually lively, is closed today, and there are many warriors wearing bloody clothes and wearing sword hall badges on their chests.

And within the Blood Sword Gate, there are many strong people, and even several quasi-saint powerhouses are here.

"Yunyang, don't struggle, that psychic sword body can't be saved with your ability, if you know each other, just obediently accept your fate, with your strength, you can recommend it to the Ghost Sword Sect."

An old man in a bloody suit with a hooked nose smiled.

His strength is in the second realm of quasi-saints, and he has survived the physical tribulation, second only to the Blood Sword Sect Master.

"Fart, don't think that I, Yunyang, don't know what you're doing, you are openly arresting people in the Holy City, and the Holy Land will not let you go!"

Yun Yang roared angrily, his whole strength was suppressed by the hook-nosed old man, his expression was extremely hideous, and he struggled frantically.

And next to Yunyang, Xinyan's little face was pale, looking at this group of people, she was extremely frightened, and her petite body was constantly trembling.

"There are so many people in the Holy City, what is it if a few people are missing, and with the Ruthless Sword Saint here, it is even more trivial."

The hook-nosed old man didn't care.

If you want to blame this Cloud City, you don't have strong strength, otherwise, he Blood Sword Sect wouldn't dare to do such a thing as arresting people.

After all, no one will stand up for this Yunyang.

"Elder, don't talk nonsense with him, let's invite my father to come quickly, I can't bear that psychic sword body, if I can have some abilities, I will definitely be able to worship under the door of the ruthless sword saint this time."

In the group, there was a man staring at Xinyan.

His appearance is a little feminine, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable at first glance.

The hook-nosed old man nodded, "Although I have the support of the Ruthless Saint behind my Blood Sword Gate, I still have to suppress it for this kind of thing to arrest people, it seems that I have to pay a price, but for the young master to be able to worship under the Ruthless Sword Saint Gate, it is worth it." ”

Rumble!

However, at this moment, the closed door exploded open, and countless debris splattered in all directions, causing a mess in the Sword Pavilion.

Those Blood Sword Gate guards rolled in one by one in embarrassment at this moment, and the violent force knocked over countless decorations.

"Who, dare to come to my Blood Sword Gate to provoke, don't you take us seriously?"

The hook-nosed old man's face was slightly gloomy, and his voice containing majestic holy power roared out.

"Blood Sword Gate? It's ridiculous to do this kind of indiscriminate behavior and want others to put it in the eyes. ”

Lu Feng walked in, holding a few people from the Blood Sword Gate like dead dogs in his hands, and slammed them towards the ground, and saw that it was like an earthquake, and countless green bricks were blasted into powder.

"Presumptuous!"

The hook-nosed old man was under a wave of pressure.

"Get out of here!"

The strength of the Xuanqing Quasi-Saint Three Realms exploded, and the Great Xuanjin turned into a wild dragon and directly shook the hook-nosed old man back.

"Quasi-Holy Three Realms!"

The hook-nosed old man's face turned pale.

"Grandpa Xuan, big brother!"

Xinyan's frightened little face in the corner showed a look of joy.

And seeing this scene, the hook-nosed old man's heart sank, when will there be a powerhouse of the quasi-holy three realms in this cloud city.

However, the psychic sword body is extremely rare, and it is too whimsical to want to take people away from his Blood Sword Sect like this.

"Do you want to make a complete enmity with my Blood Sword Sect? You must know that this is not something you can provoke, that ruthless sword saint is very domineering. ”

The hook-nosed old man threatened.

"It's better to fight, choose today."

Lu Feng drank coldly directly, and his palm pressed against a thick pillar, making a palm print.

"A junior dares to speak wildly in front of me, I'm really not afraid of flashing my tongue."

The hook-nosed old man sneered.

"It seems that you don't want to be obedient today."

Lu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and as he scanned the Sword Pavilion, a wave of oppression descended.

"Heh, where is there a place for you to speak, this is a guest invited by my Blood Sword Gate, how can I hand it over casually."

The hook-nosed old man swept out like lightning, and the blood light of his fingertips flickered a few times on Yun Yang's body, making him unable to make any sound.

"That's your answer."

Lu Feng's voice suddenly sounded like thunder, hovering over the entire street.

The wind swept over, and Lu Feng cut off the pillar with one palm, and saw that the Sword Pavilion was almost collapsing.

Debris flew, and countless screams were heard.

Those people from the weak Sword Pavilion flew out one by one, and their bodies were covered with countless wood chips.

"Today, I will kick this Blood Sword Gate with the Seven Transformation Realm of Zun Wu, if you don't dare to respond, it's better to get out of this holy city as soon as possible."

There are many sword halls opened on this street, and this cheer immediately attracted many people.

"Hey, it's interesting that someone is going to kick the Blood Sword Gate Pavilion today."

"Who is that guy, but he has only seven changes in strength, and if you want to kick the pavilion of the Blood Sword Gate, I am afraid it is not enough, this Blood Sword Gate is the most powerful sword pavilion on this street."

"It doesn't matter who he is, there's a good show going on right now, and you can't miss it."

The reputation of the Blood Sword Gate is not very good in the Holy City, and it often does some stealing things.

However, they are backed by the Ruthless Sword Saint, and under normal circumstances, no one is willing to take the initiative to provoke them.

Suddenly, countless people poured in, surrounding the Blood Sword Gate.

"Kick the gym, you have a lot of guts."

The hook-nosed old man had a gloomy face.

In the Holy City, kicking the gym is a very common thing.

And if his Blood Sword Sect didn't even dare to respond to a seven-change kick hall today, then he wouldn't have the face to open a sword hall in the future.

"Since that's the case, then I'll answer you and open the sword fighting platform for me."

The hook-nosed old man waved his sleeves, turned around and entered the inner courtyard of the Sword Pavilion, only to see an incomparably vast sword platform appearing, and there was a strong smell of blood permeating it.

Lu Feng jumped onto the sword platform and glanced down with a sharp gaze.

If they don't beat this bloody sword gate today, they don't know this lesson.

"Hehe, the Blood Sword Gate also has a master, this kid is a little rampant."

"This is not necessarily, the Holy Realm is about to open, attracting countless powerhouses, and this Blood Sword Gate is becoming more and more arrogant now."

Those strong people are all gathered under this sword platform.

If this Blood Sword Sect does not have a corresponding powerhouse to defeat Lu Feng, it will inevitably leave a stain in the future, which will make many sword cultivators unwilling to join in.

A force that has even been kicked in the Sword Pavilion, which one will take a fancy to it?

"It's just seven changes, I'll try your strength!"

In the Blood Sword Gate, a strong man who had reached the eighth change jumped over, and the majestic sword qi erupted from the long sword in his hand, and it turned into a fierce offensive and swept towards Lu Feng.

"Bang!"

Lu Feng took a step and gently raised a finger, turning into a sword finger.

Suddenly, the sound of bones shattering was heard, and the Blood Sword Sect powerhouse stiffened, and a devastating force rushed into his body.

Then, like a puddle of mud, it was thrown straight down.

Looking at the Eight Transformation Martial Artists, even one of Lu Feng's fingers could not bear it, and those onlookers all knew that the Blood Sword Sect had provoked a big enemy today, and that reputation would be swept away.

"Ruthless!"

The hook-nosed old man checked the warrior's injuries and said with an ugly face.

"Elder, that kid is too rampant, I'll clean him up!"

The powerhouse of the Blood Sword Sect snorted coldly.

Lu Feng's gaze swept away slightly, lightly stepped on the sword platform under his feet, and suddenly said sharply: "It's too slow to come one by one, let's go up with the eight changes of your Blood Sword Sect!" ”