In a hurry, Bei Wuxian's complexion changed, the reason why he was called the rain and clouds was not only a person who could play conspiracy, but also a perfect swordsmanship, otherwise he would not be included in the Northern Regions Tianjiao List.

Bei Wuxuan held the sword in his right hand, and a purple sword formation appeared in the volley void to protect him in it, the sword array was endless, and it was a first-class talisman swordsmanship.

Rumble!!!

Under the sword, the black-robed young man did not move at all, and Bei Wuxian's face turned pale.

Judgment from above.

Hiss...

This Bei Wuxiao is the sixty-ninth master of the Tianjiao List, although he is only in the middle of the Grandmaster Realm, but his strength is full of the true biography of the Northerner Wang.

It was not difficult to kill a martial artist in the late stage of the Ordinary Grandmaster Realm, but at the moment, he was repelled by this black-robed young man with a sword.

"It's him!"

"The new generation of the Sword Sect is walking in the rivers and lakes, the sword of this generation. ”

"What is the Sword Sect, one of the eight major sects in the Northern Regions?"

An old warrior in the crowd stroked his beard, and when he saw that everyone's eyes were looking at him, he didn't dare to take too much of his posture, so he hurriedly said: "I heard this when I was a child. Every five hundred years, a new generation of disciples of the Sword Sect will come out to walk the rivers and lakes. ”

"And the previous generation of overlord swords automatically went into hiding, and it has been exactly five hundred years since the previous generation of overlord swords went into hiding, and now it is calculated!"

"This Sword Sect has never been included in the Eight Great Sects of the Northern Regions by Bai Xiaolou, just because they have a single lineage and few people. ”

"Legend has it that every time this Sword Sect accepts disciples, only one is accepted, and they are all seedlings that the strong people in the sect look for when they go down the mountain to practice, and they are released from the mountain after they are cultivated. ”

"However, although the number of people in this Sword Sect is scarce, all of them are top masters in their sect, if they don't easily ignore ordinary affairs. ”

"I'm afraid that the ranking of the eight major sects in the Northern Regions will change even more, and it is definitely not as simple as just being on the sect list!"

"If you don't know about this generation of swords, then I think there is a person's name, you should have all heard of it. ”

"The first place on the Tianjiao list of the last generation in the Northern Regions, the sword - Li Wanxing!"

Hiss... It's that sword maniac!

Many martial artists gasped, when Li Wanxing debuted, he was like a black robe, carrying a heavy sword, and when he first stepped into the rivers and lakes, he was only the initial cultivation of the grandmaster realm, which was worse than the black robe now.

But his people are like the children of fate, and they have been blessed with adventures, but they have entered the king realm in just ten years, and their cultivation can be comparable to the old kings.

Hearing what the old man said, Wang Ting's eyes condensed slightly, and he glanced at the young man.

After some saber rattling, Wang Ting was also tied with the sword.

The scattered cultivators present retracted their gazes, and the fiercest casual cultivators who were shouting before lowered their heads when they came into contact with Wang Ting's gaze.

Didn't you see that the world alliance was cowardly, and at the same time offended the Holy Sword Sect and this generation's overlord.

Zuo Lengfeng turned around and forgot to glance at Bei Wuxian, and seeing that his face was ugly, he quietly hid his figure and fell behind.

He didn't want this opportunity to make a name for himself! Whoever loves to come.

At this time, Bei Wuxiao saw that Bajian was looking at him, and his eyes also showed a hint of jealousy.

This time, the news of the birth of the underground ruins here did not make such a big fuss at first, so it didn't attract much attention, and most of the people who came here to compete for treasures were some forces around Linzhong County.

But with the outbreak of the second vision, not to mention Ping'an City, even Chongzhou had many warriors who discovered the vision.

This attracted many sect disciples, and the number of them was endless.

Thinking about it, as soon as that sound came out, everyone learned that this place was the mausoleum of Mu Lingfeng, the Heavenly Tribulation Sword Saint, and naturally passed the news to the sect family.

And the mausoleum of the Heavenly Tribulation Sword Saint is naturally not something that ordinary people can ignore.

However, most of the sect forces are far away from the border of Ping'an City, and it takes more than a month to travel back and forth normally, even if they learn the news, they will not come so quickly, but fortunately, the current ruins can be broken by ordinary people.

Even a few King Realm powerhouses in the field felt the terrifying pressure that was enough to crush them, and they didn't move forward anymore.

Compared to other Grandmaster Realm masters, they didn't advance too far.

It makes people feel that this relic is completely prepared for the masters of the Grandmaster Realm.

Seeing that Bei was unharmed and Zuo Lengfeng was silent, Lin Bei let out a sneer: "A Holy Sword Sect will scare you like this, if the King of the Northerners is here, I really don't know if I will slap your son to death." ”

Hearing this, Bei Wuxian's eyes sank slightly, and he glanced at Lin Bei and did not speak.

When Wang Ting heard this, he was a little surprised, what kind of grudge did this Lin Beimad have with the Holy Sword Sect.

"The Holy Sword Sect is nothing, but it is not something that can be easily insulted by a person of three sects and nine ranks. ”

"Today you have such the courage to provoke my Holy Sword Sect, the old man appreciates your courage and personally gives you death!"

Hearing the voice, Wang Ting's face was overjoyed, and his own people came.

An old voice came, and two figures suddenly floated in at the entrance.

Looking at the two figures, there are still a lot of people surging, obviously there are not a few people coming.

is the first two, one is Lu Ping'an, the city lord of Ping'an City, and the other is Murong Xingyun.

"Old man, you are here!" Although he knew that when the news came out, the Holy Sword Sect would definitely send fewer people, but he didn't expect it to be Murong Xingyun.

Seeing Murong Xingyun appear here, Wang Ting also secretly smacked his tongue, and it had only been a few hours since the news came out.

You must know that this place is tens of thousands of miles away from the Holy Sword Sect.

"You kid is quite clever, you didn't come out of the blue, otherwise someone slapped to death would be considered your death!" Murong Xingyun said with a smile.

"How can it, don't you know that the sect will definitely send someone here, besides, if the kid dies here, who will send you to the end!"

"You stinky boy, the old man can definitely send the white-haired person to the black-haired person, and send you away first. ”

After laughing a few words, Murong Xingyun shot his gaze at Lin Beifang: "Boy, no one has ever insulted the Holy Sword Sect, and he can still be immortal!"

"You... What other last words!" At this moment, Wang Ting only felt that Murong Xingyun had changed, he was originally an ordinary bad old man, but at this moment, his breath was moving, and his body was surging with Yuan power, far beyond Wang Ting's imagination.

Around him, the void began to crack inch by inch.

It was daunting, and a magic shadow slowly appeared behind him, two meters tall, with two horns on his head and four wings on his ribs.

Like the reincarnation of the ancient demon god, the breath is fierce and domineering.

Not to mention other people in this situation at the moment, even Wang Ting has seen it for the first time.

Swallowing his saliva, Wang Ting looked at Murong Xingyun in shock: "This old man, it's really not like an ordinary person!"

Boom, at the moment when Wang Ting was thinking, Murong Xingyun suddenly made a move, and the pitch-black giant palm of vitality was like a hand to destroy the world, covering the sky and the earth, blocking all the retreats of Lin Beifang, and smashing towards Lin Beifang.

Lin Bei's face was furious, he was also a king realm powerhouse, and now he was coming on behalf of the Great Xia Dynasty, but this Murong Xingyun didn't care about it at all.

He was about to kill himself in the palm of his hand, and he was not a person who could be caught with his hands tied, and he shouted loudly in the sky, and the sound spread through the four fields, shaking the entire ruins.

The warriors with low cultivation fell into a piece like cutting wheat.

Wang Ting felt even more dizzy, and the king was furious.

Especially in this underground ruins, the battle between the powerhouses of the King Realm is even more devastating.

Murong Xingyun looked disdainful, and said, "Lion roar, before your master dies, if it is used, I still have to pay attention to three points, but you?"

Lin Bei's face was pale and bloodstained, and he was miserable to the extreme.

"I'm the only one!"

"Rulai is in the clutches of the devil!"

"Step by step!"

Three palms in a row, Murong Xingyun turned his head directly, turned around and came behind Wang Ting, and didn't look at Lin Beimad.