Following the direction pointed by the Guardian, Nan Ying rose into the air, and Edgeworth reached a valley.

It is a nameless valley not far from Xuanwang City, it used to be the stronghold of the robbers of Yinfeng Village, and later Yinfeng Village was exterminated by King Xuanwang's troops, and the valley was also burned to the red ground, leaving only some remnants of the crumbling suspension bridge plank road on the mountain wall, the past merchants did not want to stay here, it seemed quiet and desolate.

He landed, sword upside down, and walked into the valley as if he were strolling.

The mood is full of anticipation.

There was a sudden flash of inspiration behind him, as if it had touched some kind of invisible barrier, he thought about it slightly, and felt that it should be Taniguchi's vigilance formation or something, and the people inside should have known about their arrival.

Thinking of this, he simply didn't bother to look for it, so he stood in place, waiting for the other party to come to see him.

"Not good!"

In a natural hiding place in the valley, several masked people's faces suddenly changed drastically, "The plan was lost, and the defensive formation we arranged outside was broken...... He's coming in!"

"What's the panic, do what you planned, take me out to meet him. ”

A cold woman's voice came from the darkness, terrifyingly calm.

The masked people hurriedly responded, but showed a hint of embarrassment: "However, that person's cultivation is very strong, and there is no formation to block it, in case he insists on robbing people, I am afraid that I will not be able to resist it, so what should I do?"

"It's okay, you just have to say it like this......" The woman passed into the secret, and she didn't know what she said.

The others glanced at each other, secretly wise, and suddenly calmed down as if they had a backbone.

Nanming waited for a moment at Taniguchi, and finally waited for the sound of footsteps.

Seven or eight black-clothed and masked strong men held a woman in red in the middle and walked slowly in silence.

The woman was auspicious.

Her hands were tied behind her back, and a swan-like jade neck was pressed against a sharp dagger, forcing her to tilt her head. And tears kept sliding down her cheeks, like beads with broken threads.

"Let her go. ”

Nan Ming's face sank, and his cold gaze swept over several people, making them shiver unconsciously.

If it was an ordinary situation, such a moment of stunned in front of the masters of the Divine Power Realm would be enough for them to die several times. However, Nan Ming still wanted to see what kind of medicine they were selling in their gourd, so he pretended to be a rat trap and did not act rashly.

The masked man holding the auspicious person came back to his senses and pressed the dagger even tighter: "Sword Saint of the Broken Army, your woman is in our hands, if you don't want her to die, let's be polite......"

"Let her go, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse. ”

Nan meditated for a moment and changed to a more polite one.

“...... You don't seem to have figured out where you are. ”

The masked man was so angry that he took a deep breath, and pressed a thin line of blood on Jixiang's neck with his hand, "This woman is very important to you, right? She is really affectionate and righteous to you, in order not to affect you, she actually wants to commit suicide...... Unfortunately, it didn't work out. ”

"Hurry up! they are holding me hostage to your disadvantage!

Jixiang suddenly shouted, but was immediately covered by the masked man and let out a "hmm" whimper.

With tearful eyes, he stared straight at Nanming, and there seemed to be an endless thousand words in his eyes.

"Boom!"

Nan Ming's sword broke out of its sheath, trembling in his hand.

He was like a silent volcano, the lava inside him was already boiling, and at some point, it would erupt violently, destroying everything that stood in his way.

"Wait!"

At this time, the masked man snorted violently, his voice seemed to tremble a little because of nervousness, "Sword Saint, I know that with your strength, it will be effortless to solve us dirt chickens and dogs. You must have thought you could save this woman before I could do it, right?"

Nan Ming looked at him and was silent.

But when the man acquiesced, he sneered: "There is one thing I forgot to tell you, this woman has been tricked by me, and her life is linked to me, if I die, she will also die!"

"Jie Ji, can you stop the dagger in my hand, can you also stop me from killing myself? I only need to move my heart and break my heart, and I can let her be buried with me...... Now, do you still want to do it?"

"Despicable. ”

Nan Ming's eyes were cold, and his five fingers were clenched, as if he was about to break the sword.

After a long time, he suppressed the tremor of the sword body, slowly exhaled a breath, and said, "Who are you?

"Truly, Lord Sword Saint has cultivated to the heavens, if there is no hostage in his hands, how dare we speak in front of you?"

As if he heard the taste of softness, the masked man also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his attitude became even more arrogant, "As for our identity, you don't have to know. If you want this woman to live, you must obediently cooperate with our requests, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

"What do you want?"

"I want you...... Put down the sword soldiers, self-destruct the corpse, and cut off the tendons!"

After speaking, he stared at Nan Ming tightly, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

If he really did what he said, it would be tantamount to destroying his foundation and falling from a successful cultivator to a powerless mortal.

In other words, to put one's life and future on the hands of others.

Let others slaughter, and you can't resist.

- How will this Broken Army Sword Saint choose?

Nan Ming lowered his head, and no one could see his face clearly.

The air was suddenly solemn, as if it were enveloped in great terror, and fell into an unsettling silence......

A moment later.

His hands up.

Under the masked man's nervous gaze, the sword turned into an invisible stream of blood and shot at his location with a "whoosh".

The masked man's heart suddenly felt cold, and just when he thought he was going to die, the blood suddenly struck and stuck at his feet, and he trembled incessantly.

"Ha ......"

He breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile resurfaced on his face, "The Sword Saint is really a person of great affection, and I admire it." ”

"Hmm...... Mmmm......mm

Jixiang struggled violently and shook his head desperately, as if to say "don't" to Nanming.

Nan Ming gave her a reassuring look.

Then, he pointed into a sword and pointed down on his body, from his chest to his legs. Every time it fell, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, until he let out a muffled snort, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The masked man's face gradually changed.

The pain of amputation of tendons and broken pulses is not something that ordinary people can endure. That is the path of spiritual power, and for a cultivator, the breaking of tendons and veins is equivalent to turning oneself into a waste.

What's more, you have to do it yourself and do it yourself.

- He didn't even hesitate?

Looking at this terrifying scene, whether it was the masked man or the consciousness in Jixiang's mind, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

So cruel to yourself......

Wouldn't it be more cruel if it was someone else's first move?