Nine suns stepping on the sky

In an instant, even Jian Wuya and the others, who had been cold-eyed to him before, could not help but feel a little close to him.

"Natural Sword Body!"

Jian Wusheng exclaimed, with shock and anger on his face.

The expressions of the rest of the people also changed.

The sword body is a unique physique formed innately, a peerless genius born in the way of the sword, not only has an amazing speed of practice, but also can easily gain closeness to any spiritual sword in the world.

This is a talent that any sword cultivator desires!

Who would have thought that there was a person with a natural sword body hidden in the Leng family.

Now, trouble!

There was also a flash of surprise in Mo Yu's eyes, but he soon regained his composure and turned into a slight mockery.

If it was another monk, even if he had been recognized by the king-level divine sword, he would not have any advantage in facing a natural sword body.But what he holds in his hand is the Xuanhuang Sword, and only Xuanhuang's blood can obtain any king-level divine sword.

It is impossible to regain it!

At this moment, Leng Zhe stood quietly beside Xuanhuang Sword, carefully releasing his aura.

After a few breaths, the Xuanhuang Sword trembled slightly.

Leng Zhe was startled, he didn't expect to get its approval so easily, but a bright smile appeared on his face.The more this is the case, the more it can show that his important role is to help Master Leng Qianqiu get back the king-level sword. His status in Leng's family will inevitably become higher and he will be cultivated more vigorously.

"All right."

He turned around and nodded, and the monks of the Leng family laughed at the same time, looking at the people of Jianzong, showing undisguised mockery.Thinking that this would make it difficult for our Leng family, this time you lifted a rock and smashed yourself in the foot!

Live it!

Leng Zhe coughed lightly, and felt more complacent when he noticed the nervous gazes of the senior Jianzong executives.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the hilt of the Xuanhuang Sword, and exerted a little force...it didn't move!

His face froze unrecognizably, and then he exerted more force...and force...with all his strength...

Still not moving.

Leng Zhe's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"What's wrong?" Leng Yuanhe sensed that something was wrong, and asked with a gloomy face.

Leng Zhe shook his head hastily, "It's okay, it still resists me a little, and it will be fine soon."

Taking a deep breath, he barely calmed down the panic in his heart, and injected his own strength into the Xuanhuang Sword little by little.

It's okay, it will be fine soon, Lao Tzu is born with a sword body, no sword can resist my temptation.

Lao Tzu is the most awesome...

Perhaps because of the psychological suggestion, Leng Zhe felt that he had regained his confidence.

Suddenly, the Xuanhuang Sword trembled slightly in his hand.

Leng Zhe was overjoyed, but in the next moment, it turned into panic.

hum-

With a sound of a sword, his body was thrown backwards, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and he fell to the ground far away without a sound.

Everyone in the Leng family froze in place.

died……

Leng Yuanhe shuddered Lingling. Although Leng Zhe was only a descendant of the Leng family, after his natural sword body was discovered, he has become the absolute direct line of the Leng family. He has been carefully hidden until now, and he has spent countless treasures to cultivate it.

Now, he actually died in front of him... And the king-level long sword has not yet been collected...

Leng Yuanhe suddenly anticipated the terrible situation he would face after returning to the family.

No, we must find a scapegoat, and the matter must not involve him!

Yu Guang and Leng Yuanming intertwined, and the two reached a consensus tacitly.

"Master of the Sword Sect, how dare you play tricks and kill my Leng family's natural sword body genius! This matter, my Leng family will never let it go!" Leng Yuanhe let out a roar, bursting with momentum.

Leng Yuanming said with a gloomy voice, "Master of the Sword Sect, Leng advises you to follow me and personally send the king-level divine sword to the Leng family, and then kowtow to the head of the Leng family to beg for mercy. Maybe there is still a glimmer of life. Otherwise, The consequences of this matter cannot be borne by your sword sect!"

The two of them pushed all the responsibilities away one by one.

"If you dare to kill my Leng family monk, Jianzong really doesn't want to exist anymore!"

"This matter must be severely punished, otherwise what will be the reputation of my Leng family!"

"The master of the Sword Sect will be buried with Leng Zhe!"

The monk of the Leng family growled again and again, with an angry expression on his face.

Mo Yu suddenly laughed. He looked at the monks of the Leng family jumping up and down, his eyes gradually turned cold.The invisible kendo breath, like the cold wind in winter, enveloped all the members of the Leng family.

Just when their faces stiffened in disbelief, Mo Yu said in a cold voice, "Why do you think that this sect dare not kill you?"

The voice echoed in the hall, and the anger that had just welled up in the hearts of the members of the Leng family was extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

The chill gushing from the depths of their souls made them feel like they were falling into a cellar of ice, and their blood seemed to freeze.

The strong breath of death seems to be right in front of my eyes... within reach...

Leng Yuanming was very scared, he hadn't been this close to death for a long time.It seems that since Mr. Leng Qianqiu worshiped the ancestor of the saint clan, he has never passed it again.

He walked in all directions, at first he still couldn't let go, but gradually he discovered the powerful deterrence of Lord Leng Qianqiu, and he couldn't help but feel proud in his heart.Even if it is the cultivation of the way of heaven, facing him, he must be given enough respect, even patience.

But today, someone actually threatened to kill him...

Leng Yuanming suddenly became angry!

With Lord Leng Qianqiu in charge, who would dare to touch a hair of the Leng family, even if the opposite is the murderous Master of the Sword Sect!

He must be bluffing!

Yes, that's it.

Could it be that if he really dared to kill them, he would not be afraid to drag Jianzong into the abyss of eternal doom.

Thinking of this, Leng Yuanming felt that he had grasped the key point. He raised his stiff face and tried to show a sneer, "Master of Jianzong, it is very bad for you to do this. The Leng family is very angry, and the consequences will be very serious."

"I'll give you one last chance to restrain yourself and come with us to Leng's house to plead guilty, otherwise there will be no place for the Sword Sect to survive in the world of Abi."

In the end, his mentality had completely recovered, his slightly upturned eyes, his cold and tense face, all showed the pride of the Leng family.

And Leng Yuanming is confident, he has the right to be proud.

Mo Yu was silent, and after a few breaths, everyone in the Leng family gradually became more active, thinking that he was intimidated by the vicious face, and when they cast admiring glances at Leng Yuanming, he suddenly shook his head, "Even if Leng Qianqiu is in this sect In front of you, you don't dare to be so unscrupulous, where do you have the confidence? Since you are trying hard to prove the pride of the Leng family, then I will tell you that this thing is not worth a penny in front of me."

He waved his hand, and Leng Yuanming's eyes suddenly widened, but before he could speak, he felt his eyes roll.

what……

Why is there another headless corpse, the scene of blood spurting wildly is really beautiful... But, it looks familiar... This... this seems to be his body...

With a "click", his head fell to the ground, and Leng Yuanming's mouth squirmed slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but finally remained motionless.