The eyes of the people on the other side were burning, and there seemed to be a raging fire in the eyes of Chen Mingye.

Chen Mingye put his right hand on his waist and slowly pulled out the sword inherited from Prince Chu Yu, with a faint hint of demonic evil intent in his eyes.

"The Six Clans of Southern Xinjiang, can you listen to the order?" he let out a low, dry smile and pointed his sword at the opposite side.

The old man at the head stared at the long sword in his hand like a ghost, and the whole person was almost stunned for a moment. And in the next moment, the blazing heat in the old man's eyes turned into madness in an instant, and he smiled and said: "If you don't have this sword, for Qing Xuan's sake, there may still be room for turn, as for now, ......?"

With the unsheath of the long sword in his hand, the evil intent in Chen Mingye's eyes became clearer, and he looked at the crowd that was still gathering and smiled evilly: "What, your eyes are red? If you want it, come and get it." ”

The old man's eyes were cold when he looked at him, and he only waved his hand fiercely and said, "Kill!"

With an order, the elite of the secret number selected by the six clans went straight towards Chen Mingye in a strange formation.

Chen Mingye sneered, and as soon as his mind moved, the sharp sword qi in his body had already swept out, accompanied by the surging spiritual energy, shooting out in all directions.

The elites of the six clans were all on guard, and the blades in their hands were waved, blocking the invisible sword qi and rushing forward with only a slight pause, and then they surrounded and killed Chen Mingye again.

The old man in the lead narrowed his old eyes, a faint divine light flashed in his eyes, and said with a smile: "This son really doesn't know the height of the sky, and being buried here today can be regarded as self-inflicted consequences." ”

"Great Elder, the sword in his hand ......" an old man beside him said as if he was worried.

"Hmph," the leading old man snorted coldly, "Third child, you are really old and confused, how many years has Nanchu been in exile, what do you care about with a broken sword, let alone ......"

The old man didn't say anything after that, but the old men present exchanged glances slightly, and they each closed their mouths in understanding.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.

"If Qing Xuan and Nan Chu Sword are the confidence of this young man, then he can be regarded as innocent today. After all, if you really want to subdue the Six Clans with this sword, it is really too easy to live, it is better to know about it sooner. The old man said lightly, in his eyes, Chen Mingye was no different from a dead man.

Even if this young man's cultivation reached the Nine Perfections, he would definitely be buried under the demon punishment formation composed of the children of the three hundred secret characters.

The six ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang formed an alliance together, selected the elites of each ethnic group, and formed three parts of "secret, war, and hunting", each cultivating the formation. These three elite formations are specially designed for besieging and assassinating martial arts masters, and since their formation, dozens of martial arts masters have been assassinated.

Chen Mingye looked coldly at the people who came to besiege him, took a long breath, and the spiritual energy in his body rushed out along the meridians of his limbs like boiling, and even the giant sword that had been suppressed began to tremble violently, but he ignored it and ignored it, and continued to continuously accelerate the speed of the spiritual energy surge, so that in the entire dantian, with the vibration of the giant sword, the entire mountain trembled, and the remaining seven chains collided with each other with the vibration of the entire Dongtian Mountain Cliff, making a messy and crisp resonance sound.

"Meteorite, a hundred battles. A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Chen Mingye picked up the supreme sword engraved with the sun, moon and stars on it, and swung it fiercely forward.

The Chen family's descendants, attacking and killing refining, and using the enemy's sword moves to dedicate themselves were almost used by him in an extreme way at the moment to consume ethereal spiritual power and shock himself.

Most of the children of the six clans of the secret character are between the fourth and fifth grades of cultivation, and it is not difficult to overcome the masters of the nine grades of martial arts, but Chen Mingye's sword move is dedicated to the enemy, at this moment, the sharp sword qi and the roaring force of the formation collided fiercely, and the huge sword momentum was actually scattered into a thousand, and the heavenly maiden attacked the children of the six clans like scattered flowers.

The two-phase fight was a desperate move, just when the old force had gone, and the new force had not been born, those children had no time and spare strength to react at all, and when they were all hit, they flew out upside down like dust in the sky, which was quite a spectacular scene for a while.

Chen Mingye used the offensive of the formation to turn the sword into a thousand, but he no longer had the strength to resist the huge force of the oncoming bombardment, and was hit hard, and he retreated dozens of steps before he could stabilize his body and not fall.

"There are indeed some means, if Qingxuan is like you, I am afraid that he does have the legendary power. The old man didn't pay much attention to the casualties of the children of the six clans, but he focused his eyes on Chen Mingye's body, smiled faintly, and said, "It's a pity, after all, I'm younger." ”

Chen Mingye grinned: "Old man, there is a lot of nonsense. ”

"Hmph," the old man snorted coldly, "Since you want to die like this, the old man will fulfill you, the third one, kill him." ”

Another gray-robed old man listened to the order and walked slowly towards Chen Mingye, even though Chen Mingye was already seriously injured and powerless, he also had a cautious defensive posture, looking at Chen Mingye's eyes full of coldness.

"Hahaha, did beating that fifth child scare you like this?" Chen Mingye laughed loudly and coughed up a mouthful of blood, "That one is called the third child, have you ever thought about why your boss doesn't do it himself?"

The gray-robed old man, known as the third child, was not moved at all, and the old gaze that looked at Chen Mingye became colder and colder.

Chen Ming looked at the old man who walked towards him with a playful look in his eyes, and still said to himself: "Tsk, after all, I am from Qingxuan, if he is investigated in the future, and asks the culprit, do you know who will be the scapegoat? and what will happen to him?"

The third child's footsteps paused slightly.

Behind him, the old man at the head spoke again: "Third brother, today's matter is a top secret, and we are all involved, and no one has any reason to stay out of it." ”

Chen Mingye looked up to the sky and laughed: "In the southern Xinjiang, where is the green mystery unobservable, do you think there is really any top secret that can be kept?"

"Ridiculous!" the old man at the head scolded angrily, "If it's true that Qingxuan is everywhere, why don't you die and no one will come to save you?"

The third child did not hesitate any longer, suddenly pulled out the long knife he carried with him, and slashed at Chen Mingye, who was powerless to resist at all.

"Within the southern Xinjiang, there is a line of spiritual rest. Chen Mingye said lightly.

I saw that in the whole field, suddenly the wind was blowing.

A long sword that came out of nowhere, with a scream that tore through the sky and the earth, came to Chen Mingye's body in an instant at an incredible speed, easily separated the slashed knife, and slashed towards the third child who had not had time to react at all with a lightning speed.

Lao Sanyi was so frightened in an instant that he was stunned, and he was stunned as if he was stupid, and he didn't have time to react at all.

The long sword passed through the body of the third man without the slightest hindrance like cutting tofu, and a body that was completely stiffened there. The third child seemed to be in disbelief, looking at Chen Mingye in front of him with empty eyes, the young man's mocking words still echoed in his mind, but the long knife in his hand was no longer able to hold it, and it fell to the ground with a "clang".

"The third one!" Seeing this, an old man on the other side yelled in a hurry, and rushed up with tears in his eyes.

"Tsk, the consequences of not listening to others. The corners of Chen Mingye's mouth were hooked, and he looked up at the sky, and the sword light that came to him had dissipated at some point.

It seems that the words of spiritual breath are really true. Chen Mingye's eyes narrowed slightly.

Southern Xinjiang can really be regarded as Qingxuan's own place.