Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 918

The sword hall of Xuejianmen is on a very busy street in the holy city.

Countless sword cultivators gathered, and it was only a very small group of people who were able to join the Holy City in the end.

Under such circumstances, many forces will open sword gyms in the holy city, offer various attractive prices, and attract those warriors to join them.

The master of the Blood Sword Sect is also a sword cultivator of the quasi-holy third realm, and he is a first-class powerhouse in this holy city.

After all, even if a saint is in the Holy Land, it is rare to point out.

Therefore, Xuejianmen has also attracted many sword cultivators to join.

However, the gate of the usually bustling Blood Sword Sect is closed today, and there are many warriors wearing blood clothes and wearing sword hall badges on their chests.

And inside the Blood Sword Gate, strong men gather, and even several quasi-sage strong men are here.

"Yunyang, don't struggle anymore. You can't save the psychic sword body with your ability. If you are sensible, just accept your fate obediently. With your strength, you can recommend it to Ghost Sword Sect."

An old man with a hooked nose in blood clothes said with a smile.

His strength is in the quasi-sage second realm, and he survived the physical calamity, second only to the master of the Blood Sword Sect.

"Fart, don't think that I, Yunyang, don't know what you're doing. You openly arrest people in the Holy City, and the Holy Land won't let you go!"

Yunyang roared angrily, all his strength was suppressed by the hooked-nosed old man, his expression was extremely ferocious, and he struggled crazily.

Beside Yunyang, Xinyan's face was pale, and she looked at this group of people with great horror, her petite body trembling constantly.

"There are so many people in the holy city, it's nothing to lose a few people, and it's even more trivial when there is a heartless sword master."

The hook-nosed old man didn't care.

If you want to blame it, blame this Yuncheng for not having strong strength, otherwise, he would not dare to do such a thing as arresting people.

After all, no one would stand up for Yunyang.

"The elder should stop talking nonsense with him. I'd better invite my father to come here. I can't bear the psychic sword body anymore. If I can possess some abilities, I will definitely be able to worship under the door of the heartless sword master this time."

Among this group of people, there is a man who is watching Xinyan closely.

His appearance is a bit feminine, making people feel a little uncomfortable when they look at it.

The hooked-nosed old man nodded, "Although I have the backing of the unfeeling sage behind the blood sword gate, we still have to suppress things like arresting people. It seems that we have to pay a price, but for the young master to be able to worship the unfeeling sword saint Under the door, it's worth it."

boom!
However, at this moment, the closed door exploded, and countless debris splashed around, making the sword hall a mess.

At this moment, the guards of the Blood Sword Gate rolled in in a state of embarrassment, and the violent force knocked over countless decorations.

"Who dares to come to my blood sword gate to provoke, don't you think we are not in your eyes?"

The hooked-nosed old man's complexion was slightly gloomy, and he roared out with a voice containing majestic holy power.

"Blood Sword Sect? It's ridiculous to want others to pay attention to such a dirty business."

Lu Feng walked in, holding a few people from the Blood Sword Sect who looked like dead dogs, and smashed them hard on the ground, just like an earthquake, countless pieces of blue bricks were blasted into powder.

"presumptuous!"

A wave of coercion descended on the hooked-nosed old man.

"Get out of here!"

The strength of Xuanqing quasi-sage three realms exploded, Daxuan Jin turned into a mad dragon and directly shook the hooked-nosed old man back.

"Three quasi-holy realms!"

The old man with the hooked nose turned pale.

"Grandpa Xuan, big brother!"

A look of joy appeared on Xinyan's frightened little face in the corner.

Seeing this scene, the hooked-nosed old man's heart sank. When will there be a quasi-sage three-level powerhouse in Yuncheng?

However, the psychic sword body is extremely rare, so it is too whimsical to want to take people away from his blood sword sect.

"Your Excellency, do you want to completely enmity with my Blood Sword Sect? You must know that this is not something you can provoke, that heartless sword master is very domineering."

The hook-nosed old man threatened.

"To make friends or to fight, it's up to you to choose today."

Lu Feng sneered directly, and pressed his palm on a thick pillar, making a palm print.

"A junior dares to speak wild words in front of me, I'm really not afraid to flash his tongue."

The hook-nosed old man sneered.

"It seems that today you are not willing to obediently make friends."

Lu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning the sword hall, and a sense of oppression descended upon him.

"Heh, there is no place for you to talk here. This is a guest invited by my Blood Sword Sect. How can you hand it over casually."

The hooked-nosed old man flitted out like lightning, his fingertips flickered with blood, and tapped Yunyang's body several times, making him unable to make any sound.

"Here is your answer."

Lu Feng's voice suddenly sounded like thunder, hovering over the entire street.

The strong wind swept across, and Lu Feng cut off the pillar with one palm, and saw the sword hall almost collapsed.

Debris flew, and countless screams were heard immediately.

Those weak sword gymnasts flew out one by one, their bodies covered with countless sawdust.

"Today I will kick the blood sword gate of the museum with the realm of Zunwu Qichang. If you dare not answer, you should get out of this holy city as soon as possible."

There are many sword gyms opened on this street, and this shout immediately attracted many people.

"Hey, it's interesting that someone wants to kick the blood sword gate today."

"Who is that guy, but he only has seven changes in strength. I'm afraid it's not enough to kick the blood sword gate. This blood sword gate is the most powerful sword gym on this street."

"Whoever he is, there's a good show going on right now, and it's not to be missed."

The reputation of Xuejianmen in the holy city is not very good, and they often do some sneaky things.

However, they rely on the Heartless Sword Master, and under normal circumstances, no one is willing to take the initiative to provoke them.

Immediately, countless people flowed in and surrounded the Blood Sword Gate.

"Kicking the hall, you are very courageous."

The hook-nosed old man had a gloomy face.

In the holy city, kicking the pavilion is a very common thing.

And if he didn't even dare to respond to a seven-change kicking gym today, then he wouldn't have the face to open a sword gym in the future.

"In that case, then I agree with you and open the sword fighting arena for me."

The hooked-nosed old man waved his sleeves, turned around and entered the inner courtyard of the sword hall, and saw an incomparably vast sword platform with a strong smell of blood permeating it.

Lu Feng leaped onto the sword platform, his sharp gaze scanned the bottom.

If they didn't scare the Blood Sword Sect today, they wouldn't know the lesson.

"Hey, the Blood Sword Sect also has masters, this kid is a bit crazy."

"This is not necessarily the case. The holy land is about to open, attracting countless powerful people. This blood sword gate is becoming more and more arrogant now."

Those strong men are all gathered under this sword platform.

If there is no corresponding strongman in the Blood Sword Sect who can defeat Lu Feng, it will inevitably leave a stain in the future, and many sword cultivators will not want to join in.

Who would take a fancy to a force that even kicked out the sword hall?
"It's just seven changes, let me test your strength!"

In the Blood Sword Sect, a strong man who had reached eight transformations jumped forward, and the mighty sword energy erupted from the long sword in his hand, turning into a fierce offensive and rushing towards Lu Feng.

"Oh!"

Lu Feng took a false step, and lightly raised a finger, which turned into a sword finger.

Immediately, the sound of bone breaking was heard, and the strong man of the Blood Sword Sect stiffened, and a destructive force rushed into his body.

Then, it was thrown down like a puddle of mud.

Seeing that the Eight Transformation Warriors couldn't even bear Lu Feng's finger, those onlookers knew that the Blood Sword Sect had provoked a big enemy today, and their reputation would be ruined.

"Hit hard enough!"

The hooked-nosed old man checked the warrior's injuries and said with an ugly face.

"Elder, that kid is too rampant, I'm going to deal with him!"

The strong man of Blood Sword Sect gave a cold snort.

Lu Feng glanced away slightly, stepped on the sword platform lightly, and suddenly said sharply: "It's too slow to come one by one, let's go together with the eight changes of your Blood Sword Sect!"

(End of this chapter)