God-slaughtering King

Zhenyuan is rolling in the body, and the stones turn into powder where the footsteps fall. At this time, the pressure was eight times higher than before. Nanmenfeng had to urge Zhenyuan to fight.

Prick!

Suddenly, a sword Qi came straight into the air and crossed the left arm of Nanmen maple. The green clothes flew and cracked, and a faint mark was scratched on the left arm.

Four feet!

The sword Qi is like a flash of light. One after another, it cuts into the maple at the south gate. The green clothes are inspired. It is split in a moment. A light blood stain exudes from the white jade body.

Three feet!

Boom!

The sharp sword intention burst out, and the sword Qi cut from the air burst under the impact of the sword intention, like fireworks in full bloom.

The momentum here attracted the attention of the disciples of wanjianzong. They walked towards the sword Pavilion and stopped to watch from a distance.

"Who knows him?" someone whispered, and everyone shook their heads.

"The sword pavilion has been closed since the Baili elder closed. Who is he who dares to break into the sword pavilion?"

"Go and inform the elder."

A long rainbow crossed the sky, and the crowd came from all directions towards the sword Pavilion.

The middle-aged man came to the sword Pavilion ten feet away and said coldly, "who are you and dare to break into the sword Pavilion without permission?"

Is that him? This voice is very familiar. It's Xiang Yaoxiang, elder. Nanmen Feng turned around and said slowly, "to the elder, where is my master?"

"Your master?" Xiang Yao was stunned and stared at Nanmen maple. He immediately looked at the sword Pavilion behind him and murmured, "are you Nanmen Maple?"

Nanmen Feng nodded and said, "it's the disciple. Please tell the elder about master's whereabouts."

"Is it really you?" Xiang Yao trembled and whispered, "do you dare to come back? Don't you know you've been expelled from the sect? Now the sect leader is Nie Yangshuo. If you kill his grandson, he won't let you go."

"Come with me while you don't recognize you now!"

Nanmen Feng's heart sank suddenly, and Wang Sheng would never cheat him. That is, there was a problem with baiyuezong here, which made Nanmen Feng more determined to stay.

"I won't go anywhere if I don't go and see the master. Please tell the elder about the whereabouts of the disciple's master."

"You are so confused!" Xiang Yao whispered, "elder martial brother Baili was taken by the elder to practice in seclusion. There will be no danger. On the contrary, it will be too late if you don't go again."

"Elder Xiang, who dares to break into the sword Pavilion without taking it!" a cold drink came, and an old man over 60 years old came towards the sword Pavilion.

Nie Yangshuo!

When Nie Yangshuo heard that someone broke into the sword Pavilion, he felt a strange move in his heart. A hundred miles of evergreen people withered. Now only one disciple Jianxiong is in custody.

There are no disciples in wanjian sect who dare to break into the sword Pavilion. The only possibility is him.

After stepping into the virtual environment and condensing the divine mind, the martial artist is particularly sensitive to people's breath. He can distinguish a person's breath in addition to his appearance.

The appearance of Nanmen Feng has changed greatly now, but Nie Yangshuo still recognized it from his breath, smiled grimly and muttered, "there is no door to hell, you break in!"

He was secretly surprised that he had left wanjianzong for more than three years. Now he has three levels of cultivation in the real world. You can't keep this son!

"Retreat to the elder." Nie Yangshuo shouted, "I want to take down the man who broke into the sword Pavilion."

Nanmen Feng said coldly, "a villain like you also deserves to be in charge of wanjianzong. No wonder Zong's door has fallen sharply, day by day."

Wanjianzong guarded Baoshan without knowing it. It was only the first and second-class sect in Yunzhou. It was ashamed to leave such precious wealth to the old man.

"Boy, dare to insult our sect and let you die without burial." Nie Yangshuo walked slowly towards the sword pavilion with a grim smile on his mouth.

"No, sect leader!" Xiang Yao stepped across and stopped Nie Yangshuo in front of him. He said loudly, "he is a disciple of King Sheng. It's hard to explain what happened to our wanjianzong."

"King Sheng's disciple?"

"He is Nanmen Maple!" someone suddenly shouted in the crowd.

King Sheng's acceptance ceremony was three years ago. King Sheng valued Nanmen Feng, who abandoned his apprentice, and it has long been popular in the biography of wanjianzong. Didn't you hear he was dead? How did it appear on Jianfeng.

Nie Yangshuo's eyes were cold and glared at Yao. It's good not to say it. Once he said it, he can't do it.

At any rate, he is also the leader of wanjianzong. He is dishonorable to a true martial artist, not to mention that the other party is still a disciple of King Sheng. If Wang Sheng gets angry, I'm afraid the great Presbyterian Council will hand him over without hesitation.

When his mind turned, Nie Yangshuo smiled and said, "even the disciple of King Sheng can't be so unscrupulous? Break into the forbidden area of others' sect and take me wanjianzong as a place?"

Nanmen Feng looked indifferent and said, "this is my master's residence. Can't I come?"

"Hum!" Nie Yangshuo sneered, "Baili Changqing has been removed from the identity of the inner door elder by the eldest elder, and the sword pavilion has long been taken back. Besides, you are no longer a disciple of wanjianzong. If you break into the sect, even the disciple of King Sheng will be punished!"

"What do you want?" Nanmen Feng knew that Nie Yangshuo was there. It couldn't be done well, let alone see his master.

Nie Yangshuo said loudly, "in the face of King Sheng and hundreds of miles of evergreen, this sect will not embarrass you. You can avoid capital crime and live crime."

"Wuzhe, naturally follow the rules of wuzhe. As long as you can pass the three passes, this matter will stop!"

"OK!" Nanmen Feng said loudly, "but I have one condition. I want to see my master after the three passes."

Nie Yangshuo smiled grimly and understood: "no problem!"

"No!" Xiang Yao exclaimed, "Lord, he can't pass the three levels. In case of a mistake, I'm afraid you can't explain it?"

"Xiang Yao!" Nie Yangshuo shouted angrily, "do you know what you're talking about? Although our wanjianzong is declining, the thousands of years of foundation handed down by our ancestors can't be bullied."

"He came and left as soon as he wanted, and it was spread. How will tens of thousands of disciples of wanjianzong meet people in the future? Ask yourself, are you worthy of the ancestors of wanjianzong?"

Nie Yangshuo's righteous words are beyond doubt. Xiang Yao has nothing to say at once. The crowd in the distance cheered him secretly. The patriarch is not afraid of power and is a model of wanjianzong!

But Xiang Yao knew that Nie Yangshuo was looking for a reasonable excuse to kill Nanmen Feng. He knew what happened more than three years ago.

The South Gate Maple worshipped the sword Pavilion, turned and walked out of the sword Pavilion slowly. The pressure dissipated immediately. He looked at Yao with gratitude and took out a dress and put it on.

Three levels? Although Nanmen Feng has been in wanjianzong for more than two years, he has never heard of three passes and one talk. Looking at Xiang Yao, he seems to be very scary.

He must see the master for a hundred miles. He must pass these three levels!

Xiang Yao sighed, "you're too reckless. Now I can't help it. If you have an accident, how can I tell senior brother Baili!"

Nanmen Feng smiled faintly and said, "don't worry to the elder. Since you have settled down, you must have a chance to break through. I'm willing to try!"

"Alas!" Xiang Yao murmured, "you don't know how powerful the three levels are!"

More than 50 miles east of Jianfeng, there is a cave, which goes straight to the ground. There is a dead silence and no vitality.

It is said that after entering the cave, people can see their past life and afterlife, and have more opportunities to see their future. Therefore, it is called reincarnation cave, but there is no way to research it.

According to the legend of the ten thousand sword sect, an amazing elder came out of the reincarnation cave more than three thousand years ago. Since then, his cultivation has developed rapidly. After breaking through the sword emperor, he has traveled to Kyushu and never returned.

Soul pass, only one person has been out for more than 3000 years.

At last, a disciple of wanjianzong will guard the pass. The strength of the guard is similar to that of the challenger and will not be much stronger. With the strength of Nanmen maple, a four-tier warrior in the real world is usually arranged to guard the pass.

Sword, soul and man are the three passes. Man is the easiest to pass. There is still a glimmer of vitality in sword pass. Soul pass is a sure death.

Nanmen Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Nie Yangshuo was determined to kill himself. No wonder he was so worried about the Presbyterian Council.

Now it seems that this soul pass is the most difficult to break through. This is the end of the matter. You have to try if you have to. Besides, Nie Yangshuo will not let go of himself.

Outside the buried sword Valley, Nie Yangshuo, Xiang Yao and Nanmen Feng stood in turn. Hundreds of people gathered not far behind them. No one has been buried in sword Valley for many years. These people come to see the excitement.

"If you go in and take out a virtual sword, even if you pass the sword pass," Nie Yangshuo said with a Yin smile.

The maple head of the South Gate didn't lift, and said faintly, "there's no time limit?"

"Ha ha!" Nie Yangshuo laughed, "no, you can stay in it all your life."

At this time, Xiang Yao whispered to Nanmen Feng, "remember, go and return quickly. The longer the time delay, the worse it will be for you."

It turned out to be so. No wonder Nie Yangshuo was so proud of himself. But Nanmen Feng was not afraid at all. The ten thousand sword tombs in the emperor's tomb were broken by him. Is this buried sword Valley more powerful than the ten thousand sword Tombs?

It's just a sword. It must be no big deal. Turning to Nie Yangshuo, he said, "I hope you can do what you say."

Nie Yangshuo sneered and said, "I hope you can come out alive. The good play is still behind."

Buried in sword Valley, it's foggy all year round.

As soon as Nanmen Maple entered the valley mouth, he saw many broken swords scattered on both sides of the valley, rusty. I don't know how many years it has been silent here. Looking inward, you can only see how far you are three feet away, hidden in the thick fog.

The broken swords scattered at the mouth of the valley were not seen by the maple at the south gate. The sword pass will never be so simple. If you want to obtain a virtual level long sword, you can only continue to go deep.

About twenty feet deep, suddenly an invisible pressure came from all directions towards the maple in the south gate, with a sad and sad atmosphere. Nanmen Feng's heart suddenly trembled and urged Zhenyuan. Just now he felt better.

At this time, looking around, there are many long swords on both sides of the valley. You can't see the end in your sight, "how many swords are there?"

Nanmen Maple was shocked!

The accumulation of wanjianzong for thousands of years is really terrible! It can be seen from here that wanjianzong must have had a glorious past.

Most of the long swords here are spirit level, but there are few real level. Nanmen Maple can only continue to walk inward.

About fifty feet later, Nanmen Maple only felt the pressure increasing. He could only see one or two real level swords sporadically. At this time, the change was abrupt!

Boom!