Nine Realms Sword Master

This son appeared, and the eyes of all the souls present looked at him in unison.

The person here is tall and straight, with long hair floating, and a strange fierceness exuding all over his body.

"Who is this person?"

"do not know."

"Although the face is covered, it should be a young man!"

"Such a young Bing Family made him appear on stage and covered his face... It seems that this son should be an outstanding genius of the Bing Family!"

The mighties secretly communicated.

In order to ensure the continuity of their own family, the big families usually do not expose their own family's favorites. After all, the heavens are jealous of talents. Once these enchanting geniuses are targeted by their enemies, it will be troublesome.

Therefore, in order to protect the geniuses of the power race, these geniuses will not disclose their identities in public to avoid being coveted.

just...

Even if this person is a genius of the Bing family, it would still be a horrible thing to face these powerful people!

After all, there is still a difference between genius and strong.

"Is this the second challenger that your Bing family will send?" Master Qing Tong Jian moved his eyes away from the person, who stared at Bing Haidan and asked.

Binghai nodded and waved to the housekeeper over there.

The butler ran over immediately.

"Tell Bingyang to delay as much as possible anyway, don't actively attack the opponent, focus on defense, and replace Qin'er when he recovers." Bing Hai said solemnly.

"Yes, Patriarch."

The butler nodded.

"Go." Bing Haidan said.

The housekeeper immediately turned around and ran to Bingyang's side, whispering a few words.

However, Bingyang didn't seem to take the housekeeper's words in his heart. He looked straight at the ring, then stepped a little and jumped up.

Seeing this, Binghai frowned.

For some reason, today's Bingyang always feels strange to him, and he still feels inexplicably different today's Jinyang from the past.

It was as if... he was a stranger.

"Husband, Yang'er is also your nephew, Qin'er has an accident, you can't let Yang'er have something to do!" Mrs. Bing wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and said hurriedly, looking at the young figure on the ring.

Binghai recovered, stopped thinking, and said indifferently: "Don't worry, I know in my heart, as long as Yang'er can hold on a little bit and give Qin'er time to breathe, that's enough."

Madam Bing pursed her lips and said nothing.

Just looking at the first step on the ice sea, he said lightly: "Well, everyone, Master Ling Fengjian’s battle is over. Fortunately, our ice family won one round for the time being, and the second round is next. Everyone has decided on the second round. Who will be on stage?"

Upon seeing this, the Adversarial Maharaja did not hesitate, and immediately jumped up and wanted to rush up, but the Lady Nine Heavens over there immediately shot, trying to stop him so that she could get on stage.

Just watching the jade lady of Nine Heavens raised her bare hand, a long red silk flew out, entangled like a spiritual snake to the lord of the rebellion.

With a ring of hands from the Adversarial Lord, and I don't know what terrible power he exerted, the wonderful red long silk was instantly decomposed, vaporized, and then disappeared.

"What?" Jade Girl Jiuxiao's face changed instantly.

But when the two were fighting, a swift shadow merged into the void and passed through the two.

Everyone was shaking, and they all looked around, only to find that the evil monk had already stood on the ring for some time.

"Bastard!"

"Smelly monk, you actually took advantage of us!"

"Extremely hateful! You are so mean!"

The mighties are extremely angry, and one by one is frustrated.

The evil monk was not angry at all. Instead, he laughed and said: "Don’t be angry, the poor monks always like to save all living beings. Later, when the poor monks get the spirit-injection tools, maybe the poor monks will show great compassion. Resurrect those you want to resurrect!"

When these words fell, people were not happy at all, but were particularly angry.

If an evil monk can do good things, can he still be called an evil monk?

"This old bald donkey dare to provoke us! Hmph, I will make him look good later!" The white-haired ancestor said coldly.

People are very angry, but the matter is over, it is impossible for everyone to pull the evil monk from the ring. That would break the rules and give the Bing family an excuse. Then the Bing family will magnify the matter a little bit, and they will make excuses. Cancel this gambling conference immediately, so no one dare to mess around.

It's done.

The scene gradually quieted down.

The people looked at the center of the ring together, with a focused expression.

"Damn it, how did Young Master Yang meet this crazy monk?" A strong Bing Family saw that it was a crazy monk who was on stage, and he whispered angrily.

"This mad monk is crazy, mad and wicked. He must be indifferent when he starts. If Young Master Yang loses, he will suffer a big loss in his hands." A middle-aged man Shen said.

"Yeah, if I change into the rebellious monarch and the white-haired ancestor, the other party will probably not take the face of my ice family to the young master, but this crazy monk... that's different!"

"What should I do now?"

"Young Master Yiyang's strength, I'm afraid it's not the opponent of this crazy monk!"

"I'm afraid the situation will get worse!"

The Bing family whispered and worried.

"Patriarch, do you want to continue the game?" The butler walked over and asked carefully.

"What else can I do if I don't continue the game?" Binghai said solemnly.

The housekeeper opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

"The competition continues, and then we can only watch Yang'er play!" Binghai hummed.

The two stood still on the Xuanjin arena.

The jade unicorn stands on the edge of the ring and turns into a statue.

An irritable spirit power stirred on the stage.

"Master Bing Family, you can make the move first!" The evil monk squinted his eyes, took a sip of wine with a wine gourd, and said with a smile: "The poor monk is afraid of a miss and will kill you, although The incompetent is killed, and no one cares about it, but you are also a member of the Bing Family. Today, the poor monks come here to save all living beings. They still need the cooperation of the Bing Family. Don’t be too angry!"

Bingyang didn't say a word, let alone a sword. He stared at the evil monk for a few times, and then walked towards the evil monk.

The evil monk is careless.

Binghai was a little annoyed, and people kept chanting, "Yang'er, defense! Don't attack at will!"

But... Binghai's words didn't have the slightest effect, Bingyang stepped forward, moving forward!

Could he really want to contend with the evil monk?

Many people are frightened!

But at this moment...

Whoosh!

The Bingyang approaching the evil monk suddenly disappeared.

"Ok?"

The evil monk was stunned, and when he reacted, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

That was Bingyang.

So fast!

The evil monk was shocked and turned back immediately.

But in the next second, a hand had already grabbed him, and directly pressed his neck, pressing it towards the ground.

boom!

The huge Xuanjin arena shook violently in an instant, and a shocking force burst from the surface...