Xu Fengfeng pulled out his long sword, and a force of Xingyuan between heaven and earth converged towards him, raising countless dust and sand, turning into seven or eight mercenary-like warriors.

But those warriors didn't attack anyone, they just surrounded Wang Xiaohu to make sure that nothing happened to him.

"Old man Xu, what the hell do you want to do?" Wang Xiaohu was surrounded by seven or eight mercenaries, and he couldn't get out at all, his little face was flushed, and he pointed at Xu Xianfeng and scolded: "At this critical time, you don't fucking help me deal with the enemy, and you still surround the young sect master, do you want to rebel?"

Xu Xianfeng's face was very ugly, he also looked down on this young master from the bottom of his heart, but he was helpless, so he had to laugh and say: "Young sect master, the old slave is by your side on the orders of the sect master, and he has the obligation to protect your safety, and he has the obligation to prevent you from causing trouble." ”

"You're just a dog raised by my Jade Sect, what qualifications do you have to manage the master's practices?" Wang Xiaohu laughed angrily, "For the sake of you staying in the sect for most of your life, I'll give you three chances, either help the young sect master subdue this group of guys, or you can go first!"

Before Xu Xianfeng could react to what it meant to take the first step, Wang Xiaohu put his hand into his pocket.

"Three!"

He's already starting to count.

Xu Xianfeng's face was pale, and he looked at Wang Xiaohu in disbelief in the middle of the mercenary, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Two!"

Wang Xiaohu didn't mean to pause for a moment.

"Young Sect Master, the talisman sword talisman left by the old sect master, you really can't bear to waste one on the old slave?"

"One!" Wang Xiaohu shouted hysterically, and then pulled out a bag from his pocket, "Old thing, toast and don't eat and drink, I have been annoyed to death by your nagging every day all these years!

After that, the bag was opened, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Wang Xiaohu's mouth, and he took out a paper sword from the bag and threw it directly into the air.

The wind and sand are quiet.

All six mercenaries were reduced to ashes.

The paper sword went straight up against the wind, but it came to the sky above Liangzhou City in a moment.

Xu Xianfeng's eyes have been staring at the paper sword, as if he is remembering something, and he wants to sigh something, but it is more of a desolation.

The paper sword disappeared from the sky.

There was a sudden rise of wind and sand, rolling white clouds straight down, forming a giant sword composed of clouds and sand between heaven and earth, and falling in Liangzhou City.

It fell on Xu Xian's body.

The people on the street had already hidden, and the momentum of the sword was so huge that even the people of the White Horse Academy trembled with fright.

Qi Zhiming even fell off the horse directly.

Xu Xianfeng didn't resist or do anything, not because the monarch wanted his ministers to die and had to die, but because he knew that it was useless to do anything by himself.

Because the giant sword formed from between heaven and earth was the sword of the old sect master Wang Zhihuan.

In that sword, there was a sword momentum hidden among the white clouds far above the Yellow River, even after decades, it was still strong, at least not something that he, an old guy in the Kaiyang Middle Realm, could resist.

Decades ago, when Wang Zhihuan went to the Song Kingdom to challenge the second master of the Yang family with a sword, he had expected that he would be more than lucky, so before leaving, he left a few sword intents based on what he had learned all his life.

He handed over a few paper swords to a young man named Xu Qingniu, hoping that he could take care of the young sect master.

Later, Wang Zhihuan died in the South China Sea, and Xu Qingniu watched the young sect master grow up and handed him the paper sword.

The young sect master finally became the old sect master one day, and Xu Qingniu also became the Xu worship of the Yumen Sect, and continued to serve the new young sect master.

Then today, he died under the paper sword left by the old sect master, and died in the hands of the young sect master.

He didn't say it, and no one knew it, he was the son of Wang Zhilian's most trusted sword boy, and his father blocked a sword soul for Wang Zhihuan back in the Star Sea, and now he also died in the hands of the descendants of the Wang family.

Nobody knows, but it doesn't matter anymore because nobody cares.

......

......

The old man Xu Qingniu died like this, but Wang Xiaohu's face couldn't see a little sadness, a group of gentlemen had already been frightened by this giant sword between heaven and earth and peed their pants, and they collapsed on the ground and didn't dare to get up, Yang Rongxun no longer had the slightest blood on his face, thinking that if this sword fell on him, he was afraid that he would have already become a fly ash between heaven and earth at this time.

It has been decades since he passed away and there is still such power, has the strength of the Heavenly Realm powerhouse reached this point?

Wang Xiaohu's face showed a cruel smile, the power of the giant sword between heaven and earth gave him infinite shock and infinite confidence, and instantly killed the old man Xu in the middle realm of Kaiyang, I am afraid that his father in the Yuheng realm will not be able to do it, thinking of this, he looked at Zhao Yiran and said with a smile: "Miss, just now I gave Old Man Xu a chance to count three, and now I will also give you a chance to count three." ”

Wang Xiaohu stretched out three fingers and said, "Come with me, or die, you can choose." ”

Zhao Yiran didn't know what the identity of Xu Xianfeng was, but he knew that this old man was not a bad person, so he was killed by his master, and her eyes when she looked at Wang Xiaohu changed from disdain to disgust.

Such a person who has lost his conscience will be punished by everyone.

"What if I don't choose both. She looked at Wang Xiaohu with a hideous look on his face and asked calmly.

"There is a paper sword left by my grandfather, and you can't choose either. Wang Xiaohu clenched the bag in his hand, which contained the remaining two of the three paper swords his father gave him.

"Yiran, you should be from Sect Master Wang Shao, otherwise we will all be dragged to death by you!" Qi Zhiming got up from the ground, and when he saw that Wang Xiaohu had the intention of talking about conditions, he immediately persuaded him.

"You shut up for me, Yiran is also what a person like you can call?" Zhao Yiran scolded in disgust, she didn't turn her head back, because she didn't want to see that ugly face, let alone face the uglier heart under that ugly face.

"Sect Master Wang Shao, I am willing to submit to your Jade Sect, this dead girl is not sensible, Yang Rongxun will not be a man, don't implicate me. Qi Zhiming walked out of the crowd of the White Horse Academy with a flattering smile, and then walked towards Wang Xiaohu and said: "The gate of the Jade Gate Sect is much more powerful than the White Horse Academy, Zhiming, I have admired the old sect master Wang for a long time, and I am willing to be a cow and a horse for you, the young sect master!"

"Those who know the times are Junjie, you have done a good job. Wang Xiaohu smiled, walked up to Qi Zhiming, and said with a sneer: "But you are a spineless traitor, do you really think that my Jade Sect will want you?"

Qi Zhiming's face changed, and just as he was about to speak, a long sword stabbed into his lower abdomen.

An unbearable pain hit his brain from his crotch, Qi Zhiming fell to the ground instantly, blood stained the bluestone bricks and dust on the street, he lay on the ground in pain and rolled back and forth, and couldn't even say a word for help.

Jiang Huajie and Xia Zijian looked at each other, breathed a long sigh of relief, and secretly congratulated themselves that they didn't stand up too early.

Zhao Yiran watched all this silently, without blocking or helping, and when Qi Zhiming was lying on the street like a dead dog and no longer alive, she slowly looked at Wang Xiaohu and asked in a deep voice, "Have you made enough trouble?"