Chapter 9: Dragon Yuan Sword

Everyone knows that at this moment, I am afraid that not only the two families have found here, but the people of other families have already entered first.

As expected, when the Bai family and the Liu family arrived, the six major families had already fought.

It is worth mentioning that it is not the six major families that are infighting, but the six major families joining forces to attack one person.

In front of the locked dragon well, a young man held a long sword in his hand, wearing a blue robe, and stood on top of the mountain rocks in the messy mountain rocks.

The snow was white, his expression was obscured by fine bangs, and the hand holding the long sword was trembling.

"Look, it's the Long Yuan Sword!"

Everyone looked at the long sword held by the young man, the ancient runes, blue streamers surging, like a living thing, shouting hard.

"This person appeared suddenly, could it be someone from the Bai family or the Yang family?"

At the moment, there were only six major families present, and no one knew this young man who appeared out of thin air, and it was inevitable that they would imagine him as someone sent by other families to seize the sword.

"Anyway, before his master comes, grab the sword first."

One person spoke, and the others came on the field one after another.

The boy didn't speak, his figure was as fast as lightning, and for those who wanted to take his sword, he didn't kill them, he just knocked them down.

"What is the origin of this kid, his martial arts are so high?"

The six masters saw that they had not taken it for a long time, and they themselves participated in the battle.

Long Yuan Sword, they are bound to win.

When Liu Jiang and Bai Kaixuan arrived, they saw such a scene, more than a hundred people joined forces to bully a teenager.

"They're snatching the Dragon Yuan Sword!"

Liu Yu recognized the sword in the young man's hand at a glance, "I'll go and see it too." ”

As he spoke, regardless of Liu Jiang's obstruction, he drew his sword and participated in the battle.

"We're going to help, too." Bai Kaixuan said to the clan disciples behind him, and also joined the battle.

The six major families have all taken action, and it makes no sense that they can still do it, and what they have in their hands has been robbed.

Liu Yu attacked from behind, and he stabbed the boy in the back with a sword, and although the boy avoided it, he was still injured.

Immediately afterward, the others took advantage of the victory to pursue, and a palm fell on his shoulder, and the boy was knocked out.

His body hit the pile of stones, knocked them apart, and his body fell into the snow, he was covered in wounds, but he did not say a word.

The people of the eight major families joined forces to seriously injure him, but they still couldn't make him give up the Longyuan Sword in his hand.

More than 100 people, half a pillar of incense time passed, and the young man had multiple sword wounds on his body.

"Boy, no matter who you are, just hand over the sword obediently, and we will spare you from death."

"This sword is not yours, even if you take it, it will be useless!"

His voice is a bit jerky, and he doesn't seem to be very good at communicating with people.

"Stinky boy, toast and don't eat and drink."

"See how long you can last alone."

"Let's go together, this kid is very evil."

A group of people rushed up, and the young man held the sword in both hands, and suddenly raised it high above his head, and the place where the sword qi passed, it was a mess.

The sound of falling to the ground continued to sound, and soon only twenty or thirty people remained.

The eight masters glanced at each other, and immediately got up to greet each other, but the young man couldn't parry back and forth, and his speed became slower and slower.

The boy spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to one knee, holding on to prevent himself from falling.

Long Yuan's sword was still trembling, and a group of people surrounded him, and one person used his sword to hold his neck.

"Hand over your sword!"

The young man raised his eyes to look at the crowd, but did not speak.

Seeing his eyes, everyone breathed.

His pupils are red, not black like a normal person, which is very strange.

"It's a demon cultivator!"