The shadow of the famous tree of people, the Shuzhong Sword Pavilion is indeed countless times stronger than the Changshan Xin clan.

The leading black-robed warrior clasped his fists and said respectfully, "It turned out to be the young heroes of the Shuzhong Sword Pavilion, and they were disrespectful. This young man is our Changshan Xin ancestor specially instructed us to bring it back, the young heroes give face, and we will have a gift to honor you afterwards. ”

"The ancestor of the Changshan Xin clan specially instructed you to bring him back?" A disciple of the Shuzhong Sword Pavilion looked at the black-robed martial artist in the lead with interest, and pointed at Ling Huming casually.

"Exactly. The black-robed warrior nodded.

"Lie to the ghost, even if you want to make up a lie, at least you have to make up a decent reason, okay!" The disciple of the Sword Pavilion jumped from the branch of the tree to the ground, his face full of pride and conceit.

Another black-robed martial artist hurriedly interjected, "Young Xia doesn't know, this young man has something on his body that my Xin Clan Ancestor wants, so he will be captured alive." ”

There were only two Sword Pavilion disciples here, one was the man who had jumped down just now, and the other Sword Pavilion disciple was still on the branch, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He was a little shorter than the previous man, and the person who jumped down before was his senior brother, who was three years behind him.

Perhaps it is the excellent environment in Shuzhong that can cultivate unique heroes in Shuzhong. The young man jumped down, his golden clothes swayed, and he had a unique temperament of a teenager.

There is a smile on his beautiful face, as beautiful as a lotus leaf receiving the morning dew.

"Senior brother, I think they just want to bully the weak, and deliberately make up such a nonsensical reason, it's useless to talk nonsense with them, it's better to solve it directly by force. ”

"Well, I've wanted to do this for a long time. ”

At this moment, the leading black-robed martial artist stood up, looked at the two opposite sides with an angry face, shook his head and said, "You guys are deliberately trying to trouble our Changshan Xin clan, right?"

"Big brother, calm down, I have something to say!" The other black-robed Yuan Realm martial artist first said to the eldest brother in front of him, and then said to the Shuzhong disciple with both hands in his fists, "Since Your Excellency doesn't believe us, then this young man will be handed over to you." ”

"Second brother, Hou Ye wants us to take Ling Huming back, we can't hand him over, otherwise we will be punished by Hou Ye when we go back, have you ever thought about what kind of situation you will face at that time. ”

"Big brother, if you believe me, just do what I say. ”

A cold front in the mountains and forests roared through, as if there were countless lonely souls and wild ghosts mixed in this gust of wind, and it seemed that everyone faintly heard the voice of the ghost crying god.

Countless dead branches and fallen leaves fell from the trees, and several pieces of dead yellow leaves swayed and landed on Ling Huming's shoulders.

"Young man, they are all wicked people, don't believe what they say. Ling Huming roared loudly.

He hated himself for not having a dantian, if he had regained his strength three years ago, then the person who was captured now would definitely not be him, but the ten black-robed martial artists in front of him.

The handsome Shuzhong disciple looked at Ling Huming, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, the black-robed warrior called the second brother walked in front of the Shuzhong disciple with a smile, taking advantage of the other party's defenselessness, three long needles slipped off his sleeves, and he rushed straight away, and the three long needles pierced the chest of one of the Shuzhong disciples like a bamboo.

"You, despicable and shameless!" the injured Shuzhong disciple covered his chest and involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood.

The original yellow soil suddenly added a bright red blood stain.

The senior brother in the Sword Pavilion was seriously injured, and just as the black-robed martial artist was about to strike ruthlessly again, the junior brother made a timely move, and a sword light shot out coldly, blocking the attack of the black-robed martial artist.

"Haha, second brother, you are still smarter. The leading black-robed warrior laughed wildly.

The other party is a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, even if his side has an advantage in numbers, but the other party is a disciple of a big faction, and the resources obtained by them are far more than them, whether it is the strength of the true qi or the level of the exercises, they are not comparable to the disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

If it were to fight directly, nine out of ten on the side of the black-robed warriors would be defeated.

"The disciple of the Sword Pavilion is really arrogant, and he has to take care of everything, aren't he afraid that one day he will get into trouble?" the black-robed martial artist called the second brother snorted coldly.

"Despicable villain, you dare to hurt my senior brother, see that if I don't kill you today. ”

Another Sword Pavilion disciple directly held the long sword in his hand and slaughtered towards the black-robed martial artist with a fierce momentum.

And the injured Sword Pavilion Senior Brother was still healing with his eyes closed, not that he didn't want to take revenge, but now his injuries were too serious, if he wasn't treated in time, his martial arts path would not continue.

The black-robed martial artist was really ruthless, and as soon as he made a move, he wanted to take the other party's life, and the place where the three long needles fell was in front of the heart of the senior brother of the Sword Pavilion.

If it weren't for the inner armor given to him by the elders before he traveled, he might have been lying on the ground now.

"Leave one person behind, and the rest will come with me!" shouted the black-robed warrior in the lead.

A black-robed martial artist from the Body Refining Realm was left in place to guard Ling Hu Ming and prevent Ling Hu Ming from taking advantage of it.

As long as the disciples of the Sword Pavilion in Shuzhong go to the rivers and lakes to practice, it will inevitably fight with the rest of the martial artists in the rivers and lakes.

Although this sword technique is not a superior martial art, it has the meaning of dismantling moves with moves.

The effect of dealing with ordinary martial artists in the Jianghu martial arts is still quite good.

The swordsmanship of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion was extremely powerful, and every time he swung a sword, he was attacking the life gate of the black-robed martial artist.

A powerful knife descended from the sky and slashed at the head of the Sword Pavilion disciple, and the knife was mixed with dark black naïve qi.

The Sword Pavilion disciple hurriedly retreated, causing the sword qi to slash on a nearby stone, and suddenly a trace of one zhang long and half an inch wide appeared on that stone.

A black-robed martial artist who only had the Body Refining Realm was caught by a Sword Pavilion disciple, and immediately a sword qi struck towards his neck.

The martial artist of the Body Refining Realm widened his eyes, put down the weapon in his hand, and touched his neck with both hands.

A large amount of blood flowed from his neck, and then he fell to the ground with a stagger, apparently exhausted.

The leading black-robed martial artist shook his head, frowned, and secretly thought to himself in his heart, "I didn't expect the disciple of the Shuzhong Sword Pavilion to be so strong, the nine of us couldn't help him for the time being, but he killed one of them, do you have to use what the Hou Ye handed over to me." ”

Just as the black-robed martial artist was thinking, a Condensation Realm martial artist beside him was killed by the Sword Pavilion disciple again.

The sword technique of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion is really too strong, plus his light skills are still very good, no one among the black-robed martial artists is his opponent, only by uniting can he have a chance to compete with him.

A hook came towards the Sword Pavilion disciples, and the Sword Pavilion disciples did not hurry to prop up their long swords, and in an instant, the sword qi permeated the sword, as if it was a true qi barrier guarding the body of the Sword Pavilion disciples.

I saw the sound of a Jin Ge fighting.

Taking advantage of the black-robed martial artist who used the hook to recover the hook, the Sword Pavilion disciple attacked again, like a vigorous goshawk, without giving the other party the slightest chance, the long sword directly pierced the body of the black-robed martial artist.

In less than a moment, three black-robed martial artists died on the swords of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

Could it be that the disciples of the Great Sect are all so terrifying, and each of them is competing with multiple martial artists of the same realm?" the leading black-robed martial artist thought.

The leading black-robed martial artist didn't know that the Sword Pavilion disciple he was facing was not an ordinary Sword Pavilion disciple, and his identity was very promising.

His grandfather was an elder of the Yuan Shen Realm of the Sword Pavilion, and he had countless cultivation resources and superior sword skills since he was a child, and under such treatment, it was difficult for him not to be so strong.

"Big brother, hurry up and use what Master Hou gave us, we can't hold on anymore. The black-robed martial artist known as the second brother held a sword to block a sword from the Sword Pavilion disciple, and suddenly his hands trembled involuntarily.

Ling Hu Ming couldn't help but feel happy when he saw the disciples of the Sword Pavilion killing all directions.

The Sword Pavilion disciple in front of him is the strength of the Transformation Yuan Realm, but he is not an ordinary Transformation Yuan Realm.

If you compare people in the same realm, these black-robed martial artists in the Huayuan Realm can only be regarded as ordinary, and this Sword Pavilion disciple is a master in the same realm, as for the kind of top, maybe only those who rank on the list of people have this name.

There were still nine black-robed martial artists in the previous battle, but as more and more people fell around them, seven of the nine people had fallen, and only two martial artists who were also in the Huayuan Realm were struggling.

At this time, the leading black-robed martial artist ignored the sword qi of the Sword Pavilion disciple, and resisted a sword qi on his chest.

There was a black pill the size of a baby's fist in his hand, and as he urged the true qi with one hand, the black pill was thrown directly onto the Sword Pavilion disciple.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion had heard from other senior brothers that there was an elixir called Earth Blasting Pill, whose power could turn a place within a radius of ten meters into ashes.

He remembered that this black pill was the ground blast pill.

There is also a senior brother behind him who closes his eyes to heal his wounds, and if he leaves alone, that senior brother will definitely be turned to ashes on the spot by the ground baking pills.

In this urgent situation, the Sword Pavilion disciple hurriedly ran in front of the senior brother, and suddenly the sword qi overflowed outward, forming a spherical true qi barrier towards the two of them.

Originally, this move was only available to a martial artist of the Innate Realm, but his grandfather was an elder of the Yuan Shen Realm of the Sword Pavilion, so he naturally taught the special secret method to the disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

At the moment when the True Qi Barrier was formed, a dazzling red flame was about to emerge from the center of the Ground Blasting Pill.