"Is this guy looking for death?" Wang Erbao hid in the crowd and muttered, originally hated Shang Yunmu because of Wang Situ's death, but at this moment, seeing the young man come forward for a sect he didn't know, Wang Erbao had inexplicable emotions in his heart. At that time, his father Yun was also like this, for the sake of the righteousness of the world, he and the captain of the superintendent cavalry assassinated Shang Yunmu, the Taishi who corrupted the dynasty, on the grounds of offering the artifact "Seven Star Knife". Although Shang Yunmu did not contribute to the country and care about the world like his grandfather, the situation was strikingly similar, "It's really a bad thing, waste materials!

"What is Senior Brother Wang muttering, you can do it, you can go up! Don't let a person from a foreign sect wade through this troubled water for us, wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous to spread it. The crowd didn't know who heard the fat man's muttering, and shouted for Shang Yunmu.

When the fat man looked at the disciple angrily, he was startled at first, and then he instantly lowered his head and didn't dare to respond, and the anger in his eyes instantly turned into fear and respect.

The surroundings of the Eastern Emperor Bell were quiet in an instant, and no one dared to speak anymore. The air temperature is still dropping rapidly. Standing in front of Meng Sanbai, Shang Yunmu's already tattered clothes exposed some of his limbs, which made him shiver from the cold, and his thin body really looked like a child in front of the sturdy and tall Meng Sanbai.

"Are you really sure you want to slap me? I'm not going to show mercy. Meng Sanbai asked again, hesitating.

This situation made Meng Sanbai fall into deep thought, once he also visited a certain sect, wanting to become one of them, and stood up for the sect like Shang Yunmu, but the hateful thing was that in the end, the sect gave up on him, and even broke his ribs and was expelled. It was the previous generation of Demon Sect Sect Masters who took him in and implanted precious demon bones to heal him. It was painful to look back on, and for twelve hours he had been tearing down all the bones he had broken and replacing them with demon bones...... The bloody scene made Meng Sanbai dare not think about it......

It was the Demon Sect that gave him rebirth.

Therefore, he is willing to be a slave of the Demon Sect, guarding the ice field in the unknowable land of the Wind and Snow Ridge.

"Your Excellency, what are you thinking, make a move. Shang Yunmu looked at the man's brows and frowned and urged.

Meng Sanbai woke up from deep thought, woke up from the nightmare, he showed a distressed smile, thinking that there were still people in this world who were urging death, after the corners of his mouth moved a few words, the surrounding cold air began to gather on his palm, and the blue flowers surrounded him, and the whole person seemed to be a noble son standing in the garden.

"It's coming. Meng Sanbai said.

"Don't mother-in-law. ”

“......”

Meng Sanbai shot quickly, and hit him with a palm, as fast as lightning. The wind of his palm blew the hair on the boy's forehead. Killing people should have been an easy thing for him, especially killing such a waste material who was not even qualified for cultivation! But the moment the tip of his palm hit the young man's body, slowly, Meng Sanbai's gaze began to condense, and with the sound of a sword unsheathed, the hand he hit at the young man was shaken open by some kind of sword qi......

When Meng Sanbai raised his head suspiciously, he saw that the person in front of him was not the thin Shang Yunmu before at all, but a very immature-looking young man, who looked younger than Shang Yunmu's age, about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a blue robe, with thick eyebrows floating on his face.

"Who are?" Meng Sanbai didn't know the young man in front of him.

"I smelled the smell of blood in the sect, so I took a look from the back mountain. ”

"Back Mountain ......"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the word Houshan, and their faces were exactly the same surprise. The back mountain of the Desolate Sect is the pride of the entire sect, and it is the legend of the Desolate Sect based on the mainland for hundreds of years, because there is a little uncle living in it, because there are six gentlemen living in it.

Meng Sanbai has never been to Xiliang, let alone the Wasteland, but he has long heard of the legend of the back mountain. At this moment, the amazing strength of the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who suddenly appeared in front of him made him think of the back mountain as a matter of course. At this moment, his blood began to roll, every cultivator liked to fight with the strong, and the young man in front of him was obviously a person who was much stronger than the four elders of the outer gate.

"I've always wanted to kill a gentleman from the back mountain to come and see. Is it the God of Oblivion that wish of mine today?"

"You can try. ”

"You look very young, but the Xuan Qi in your body is roaring like a beast, and I will not show mercy. ”

"This is natural, if you are not careful, you may become the 10,000th soul under the sword. ”

"But don't you give your name before the battle? This may be the last time you draw your sword. ”

"You're too confident, like most people who died under my sword. ”

The air in front of the Sea Power Pavilion began to become oppressive, suppressing the outer disciples out of breath. Meng Sanbai seemed to be unable to suppress his interest in the young man in front of him for a long time, opened his arms, his five fingers were slightly curved, and the purple body protection demonic qi wrapped him tightly, and the continuous black clouds on his head began to fall again. The crow crowed sadly and flew around.

The four elders had already opened the barrier again to protect themselves. And the divine power in the Eastern Emperor Bell also felt the power of the Youhua and stretched out again, protecting the disciples around it. A big war is imminent.

The young man who looked very immature was expressionless, and raised his head to watch the Yuhua come into the world, as calm as if he was looking at a landscape. In fact, when Youhua was about to meet him, he didn't even think about which trick to use to deal with it, the boy was a person who pursued perfection, and he wanted every sword he made to be a beautiful sword, because he only had thirteen swords, and each sword had to be displayed like a handicraft.

"What is he doing? Don't you make a move?" Xuanshui was worried in the distance, he had never seen the young man, although he claimed to be from the back mountain, but the six gentlemen from the back mountain, except for the sect master, no one from the outer gate had a chance to see them.

"Meng Sanbai is gone!" suddenly a disciple shouted.

At this time, everyone found that Meng Sanbai, who was standing in front of the boy just now, was gone, and Shang Yunmu also disappeared, leaving only the boy who claimed to be from the back mountain. The flower was on the verge of being closed, and the boy closed his eyes, as if he remembered to use a sword. He rests his left hand on the hilt of his sword, he is left-handed, and his scabbard hangs from his left side all the time.

With the sound of the sword unsheathed, the young man was already holding a long sword in his left hand, and the sword body was inlaid with a navy blue spar, the spar glowed blue, and it seemed to contain mysterious power. The next moment, the young man's sword blade turned, a move back, and then slashed horizontally, and dozens of identical long swords flew around him, blocking and shattering the phantom flowers that were about to fall on him for him.

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