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He had been humiliated by people in terms of words, and he had encountered it countless times, so he was very depressed, because he didn't know why he had to be ridiculed and despised for his cultivation in the Wheel Realm.

On this continent, powerful people are highly respected.

In the heart of every martial monk, they are arrogant, and some of them are a little high.

However, these arrogant and high-minded, once they encounter the strength to be crushed, then the results they can have are either to lose their dignity or lose their lives.

Therefore, when many martial artists see people with relatively high cultivation, they often unconsciously dwarf themselves and are inferior.

However, Ling Xiaoye didn't feel like this, he just felt that the appearance of these martial artists here was really in the way at this time.

Besides, these warriors are all lackeys of the Broken Yue Gate, and they should be killed.

Ling Xiaoye took out the Frost Edge Giant Sword, then pondered for a moment and said, "Several of you, do you want to go up together, or do you want to come alone?"

When he said this, his eyes were like torches, and his eyes did not squint. His tone was low and unwavering.

However, such calm words were all jokes in front of the martial artists who had just arrived, and they all agreed that Ling Xiaoye must be crazy.

So everyone laughed happily, their faces flushed, and they were so uncomfortable!

Someone even slapped his thigh and said, "Ouch, where did this person get his confidence, one person picks seven of us!"

Of course, he will know later, and the consequences of pretending will end in death. ”

“......”

These people laughed in their own ways, and there was a warrior who laughed until tears flowed out.

There is no doubt that these seven lackeys of the Broken Yue Sect did not take what Ling Xiaoye said in their eyes at all, and they also completely ignored Ling Xiaoye's strength.

If a Life Wheel Realm were to be attacked by seven Illusory God Realm martial artists, the consequences would already be self-evident - the former would inevitably die a miserable death.

If these lackeys of the Broken Yue Sect encountered not Ling Xiaoye, but some unlucky Wheel of Life Realm martial artist, then the outcome of this confrontation would definitely be without suspense.

But they just met Ling Xiaoye, a man with great power.

The wind blows at his disposal, and the waves at his disposal.

Ling Xiaoye is like a tough green tree, standing still in the wind, and like a boulder on the seaside, standing tall under the constant lapping of the tide!

The frost blade giant sword in his hand, which had been full of the blood of the lackeys of the Broken Yue Gate for more than a day, was now wielded by Ling Xiaoye, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

Whew!

The giant sword slashed diagonally and vertically in the air, and the three different moves, and the condensed sword qi were actually a little different.

Ling Xiaoye didn't need the Demon Burning Mind Method and Demon Touch at all, he only needed to combine his emotions, Dao Senses, and the skills he had used over the years, plus the moves of the Ruthless Sword Technique, to be able to easily condense more than thirty sword qi.

These sword qi are condensed by the true element, and they are invisible and invisible, but they can kill people from a distance.

Woohoo!

Ling Xiaoye shook his giant sword violently, and these sword qi stabbed towards those laughing martial artists.

All this happened too suddenly, less than two breaths apart, Ling Xiaoye was able to perform this trick in such a smooth way, it was simply done in one go, without any stagnation and stuttering.

Therefore, these sword qi flew straight towards the bodies of these lackeys of the Broken Yue Gate like arrows flying in the sky.

Some people reacted in time and cast the True Yuan Shield, but still after a pop, the True Yuan Shield shattered, and his body was directly pierced through his throat by the sword qi.

There were also lackeys of the Broken Yue Gate, who were still slapping their thighs and laughing, and their heads were blown off by the rapidly flying sword qi on the spot, leaving only one chin left, left alone on the corpse.

These seven Illusory God Realm martial artists had never expected that they would have such a miserable day.

It's a pity that all this can't be returned, and they can only leave this world with hatred.

Seven people, less than five breaths, were all put to the ground by Ling Xiaoye, and none of them were alive.

Ling Xiaoye put away the Frost Edge Giant Sword, and then walked to the entrance of the cave, not tabooing the blood shed by these people at all, but groping on these people, sweeping away their valuable things.

He is like this, no matter how much others humiliate themselves or look down on themselves, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, Ling Xiaoye had already killed these disdainful people, and took their things for himself, no matter how rampant and proud these people were, they would all become defeated under his own men, and even ghosts under the sword.

After packing these up, Ling Xiaoye smiled bitterly: "Alas, as soon as we meet, you will be disrespectful, and you will not know that you are dead until now." ”

When Ling Xiaoye turned around, he wanted to see if the snow spirit fairy grass had appeared.

At this time, he unexpectedly discovered that just now when he was killing these seven Illusory God Realm martial artists, a powerful aura shook this corner.

And the crack of the big stone where the Snow Spirit Fairy Grass was located actually cracked a lot at this moment.

This allowed Ling Xiaoye to see clearly, the roots of the Snow Spirit Grass.

It turns out that the root of this snow spirit grass is like a small round ball, as long as there is movement outside, the small round ball will take back the branches and leaves outside together and incorporate them into the small round ball.

Looking at the snow spirit grass that looked like a sweet potato, Ling Xiaoye was sure that the snow spirit grass was just hiding on the pseudo-spirit stone wall, and it didn't have any magical powers to escape from this place.

After Ling Xiaoye knew that this snow spirit grass was like this, he casually took out a sharp-mouthed weapon from the Sumeru ring and began to dig on this pseudo-spirit stone stone wall.

In the time it took to chisel a cup of tea, Ling Xiaoye also spent a lot of True Yuan to chisel this pseudo-spirit stone containing snow spirit grass.

He held a pseudo-spirit stone the size of a watermelon and guarded it on the palm of his hand, and then he admired the shrunken snow spirit grass.

Unexpectedly, a voice came from afar: "Put down that thing, and then cut off one of your own hands, and the old man will let you go." ”

Ling Xiaoye raised his eyebrows and said untiredly, "Here we go again." ”

He threw the sharp-mouthed weapon and the pseudo-spirit stone into the ring, and then directly cast a phantom body in the cave, and a moment later appeared above the spring of the spirit vein spring.

The voice then said loudly, "Presumptuous, you actually ignore me, the archdeacon of the stronghold!

This uh-huh voice, stretched by the so-called archdeacon of the stronghold, was very long, and it was not at all comfortable to listen to.

Ling Xiaoye floated around, not bothering to see what this archdeacon looked like, but said coldly: "Give you ten breaths between breaths, if you don't leave here and be killed by me later, don't blame me for not reminding you." ”