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Chapter 650 One Sword

As the saying goes, it is the shadow of a famous tree of people. Although Xiao Wannian, the famous name of the Tsing Yi Sword back then, seeing is not believing, the rumors circulating in the Cultivation Alliance are also somewhat sweaty.

As the third shackle was released by that person, the sword intent in Zhao Nie's eyes shocked everyone present.

And the memory that was originally banned was slowly sealed from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness with the release of the third shackle.

It turns out that after the battle between the demon clan and the monks on the Nine Provinces of the Ten Thousand Realms, it was logical that the monks who died here should be properly arranged to guide them into reincarnation.

However, secretly, a group of young leaders headed by the sword master quietly made efforts to occupy the dominant position in the cultivation alliance in an attempt to suppress this matter.

After all, at that time, Lu Zu had already ascended to the immortal and ascended to the immortals, so he didn't ask about this human matter, so the Wuhen Sword Palace, where the dragons had no leader, became a place where the sword master spoke freely.

The reason why the sword master didn't want to purify the dead souls in the Great Desolation was because the protracted confrontation with the monster clan had already consumed a lot of the sect's background and energy, and there was no one left to do such trivial matters. The owner of the bloodline who is about to move is also secretly staring at the fat of Wanjie Kyushu.

That's why the sword master's idea won the support of most people, but the most important thought in the sword master's heart is that once these cultivators who died in the wilderness are reincarnated, then they will definitely compete with him again lucky chance.

Under the evolution of the Dao of Heaven, luck and chance are inherently certain, so the sword master and other young leaders chose to join these seniors who paid the price of their lives for the Cultivation Alliance for their own road of cultivation in the future.

"Order to block the Great Wilderness and list it as a forbidden area"

This is also the first order given by the sword master to become the helm of the Wuhen Sword Palace.
With the passage of time, the Great Wilderness was gradually forgotten by everyone, but the gradually spreading black mist has become the most obvious symbol of this place.

It's just that no one will know that behind this black mist are hidden hearts that want revenge.

With the passage of time, the prohibition of the Great Wilderness has gradually become empty talk, and even the disciples of the Wuhen Sword Palace have the idea and idea of ​​entering it to hone.

But these undead monks have become the biggest source of information for these undead, but the undead who should have been regarded as heroes by the world have now become the objects of forgetfulness.

Let me ask you, no one can accept that these undead, who are already leaders, are secretly brewing their monstrous hatred in the day-to-day hatred.

At this moment, countless pictures flashed in Tsing Yi Jian Zhao Nie's mind, which also made him extremely slightly dazed.

But all of this is a rare opportunity in Xiao Wannian's eyes. With a movement of the purple long sword in his hand, a sword light with heavy thunder hit Zhao Nie's face directly. .

It's hard to imagine that such a low-handed method would appear on the dignified elder of Wuhen Sword Palace, but at this critical moment, the sword light stopped three inches in front of Zhao Nie!
Immediately, life turned into powder without warning, and the whole air completely cooled down at this moment.

Xiao Wannian's face turned cold, and Zhao Nie, who was slowly looking up at this moment, also met his junior's eyes.

In an instant, Xiao Wannian felt as if he was in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The countless sword qi in front of him turned into the sharpest sword in the world and shocked his consciousness to pieces.

Without waiting for Xiao Wannian to make a move, Zhao Nie stretched out his hand to detect a sword glow that looked like a thunderbolt falling from the black mist that had been lingering in the sky.

The sword glow was as big as a towering mountain peak, and with Zhao Nie's will, it slammed down on Xiao Wannian.

This sword, whether it was Xu Ming, the middle-aged man of the spirit guard clan, or the disciples of the Wuhen Sword Palace in the distance, all looked at the sword that was about to fall from the sky in shock.

Shock, only incomparable shock.

At the same moment, Zhao Ziming in the Beacon Fire Temple was also shocked. As a disciple of Wuhen Sword Palace, facing such an unrivaled sword, it really opened his eyes.

Such a sword that looks like a man descending from heaven, who can resist it in this world.

This kind of thought rose in the hearts of almost everyone, and it could be said that the sword had collided with Xiao Wannian fiercely at that time.

The dazzling white light of the sword instantly overwhelmed Xiao Wannian, and the incomparably powerful vigor spread like a pair of invisible palm-leaf fans.

At this moment, the silk-like black mist also turned into powder inch by inch, but as the sword glow dissipated, roars followed!

Ahhhhh!
I saw that Xiao Wannian who was standing under this sword light at this moment unexpectedly died on the spot as expected, but the clothes on his body turned into tatters in a blink of an eye.

With bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he completely lost the demeanor of the elder of the Wuhen Sword Palace, but at this moment, his face was full of desperate struggle.

Originally, it was reasonable and reasonable to avenge his only son, but now he kicked the iron plate so desperately.

Now Xiao Wannian, who was riding on the tiger's back, was also in a dilemma, and Xiao Wannian said as if he only realized it after he forcibly endured Zhao Nie's sword.

"I have the audacity to call you senior, you and I were originally of the same clan, and now I am so reckless just to avenge my son, please... please senior Haihan."

When Xiao Wannian said this, everyone's eyes were shocked.

It's just that at the moment when everyone relaxed their vigilance, Xu Ming noticed something strange with the movement of his eyes.

"Be careful!!!"

As soon as he uttered the sound of caution, a three-legged bronze tripod was knocked upside down from the sky.

The bronze cauldron involuntarily held Zhao Nie in it, and following Xiao Wannian's thoughts, four pill fires fell from the sky out of thin air.

The four pill fires of different colors have now become the biggest combustion accelerant for refining Zhao Nie.

No one expected that the situation would be reversed in this way, but Zhao Nie, who fell into the three-legged bronze cauldron, also temporarily lost his fighting power at this moment.

But Xiao Wannian, who was free at this moment, changed his face in a Sichuan opera. His originally respectful face was now more gloomy than ever.

The murderous intent in his eyes was directed at the middle-aged spirit guard not far away and the woman holding a piccolo.

After Zhao Nie was gone, these two were no match for Xiao Wannian at all.

Looking at it, Xiao Wannian, who was about to make a move with his killing intent in full swing, a long dragon made of magma involuntarily bumped into the elder of the Wuhen Sword Palace.

It was Xu Ming who made the move, but this scene fell into the eyes of the little drug boy, but it made him jump his feet and say angrily.

"Boy, you are crazy!"

(End of this chapter)