Sword Emperor of the Astonishing Sky

In the sky above the east city of Starry Sky City, a young man in a green robe, with an angry face, stared at the house of the Seventy-Two Sword Cultivators in Xiandong Mountain below, and spoke angrily!

As Yang Changdong came with anger, a large number of Burning Heart Sect disciples followed closely. Approximately more than 10,000 Burning Heart Sect disciples came to the east city and surrounded the residence of the Seventy-Two Sword Cultivators in Xiandong Mountain. !

"Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xiandong Mountain, get out and die!"

Yang Changdong, the Holy Son of the Burning Heart Sect, roared in mid-air.

Lin Bai raised his eyes slightly and looked at the green-robed young man with a cold expression.

At this moment, the seventy-two sword cultivators in Xiandong Mountain all looked surprised and secretly clenched their fists. Nie Xiong looked resolute at this time. He took a step forward and flew directly into the sky. He stood in front of the Holy Son Yang Changdong, clasped his fists and said, "I'm going to Xiandong Mountain Seven Nie Xiong, one of the Twelve Sword Cultivators! I wonder why Holy Son Yang Changdong has come to our Tongtian Sword Sect to do this?"

Yang Changdong has a handsome face and sharp eyes. When he heard Nie Xiong introduce himself to his family, his eyes quickly turned cold and murderous intent filled his face: "So you are Nie Xiong. Humph, you are really thick-skinned. , you dare to ask me what I am doing here? Do you still need me, the Holy Son, to speak out about the despicable things you have done?"

"Seventeen people from my sect fought against the seventy-two sword cultivators of your Xiandong Mountain, and these seventeen people died suddenly after returning to their residences. Their death was due to the explosion of sword energy in their bodies. And die!"

"Isn't this what Guizong did?"

"You still dare to ask me?"

Yang Changdong's face turned cold.

"It is rare for me, the Holy Son, to talk nonsense with you. If you wait until the Seventy-Two Sword Cultivators of Xiandong Mountain commit suicide immediately, this matter will be over. Otherwise, even if I am punished by the sect, I will still have to do it for my senior brothers." revenge!"

Yang Changdong said coldly: "As a Holy Son, I can't let my senior brother die without any explanation."

Nie Xiong's face turned cold, and he clasped his fists and said, "Holy Son Yang Changdong, we did compete with several disciples of your noble sect, but we did not do such despicable things, let alone hide the sword energy in their bodies. !”

"This matter must be framed by someone!"

Nie Xiong said coldly.

"You still dare to quibble! Are you, the sword cultivators of the Tongtian Sword Sect, all such beasts that dare to be so?" Yang Changdong was furious, and his roar immediately echoed throughout the entire East City.

At this moment, countless sword cultivators from the Tongtian Sword Sect came one after another after hearing the news. They happened to hear Yang Changdong's roar, and their expressions were surprised and somewhat displeased.

At this time, a strange voice came: "Holy Son Yang Changdong, this is caused by the Seventy-Two Sword Cultivators of Xiandong Mountain. What does it have to do with our Tongtian Sword Sect? Please be careful what you say, Holy Son Yang Changdong." !”

After this cold voice came, a man in purple flew over and landed on a rooftop in the distance.

Lin Bai and Nie Xiong both looked at each other.

This man was wearing purple clothes and was a purple-clothed inner disciple of the Tongtian Sword Sect, and his face was extremely familiar to Lin Bai and Nie Xiong.

This person is clearly Qi Xuan!

Lin Bai looked at Qi Xuan with a surprised expression. He couldn't help but glance at his arms, and found that Qi Xuan's arms were intact as before. Lin Bai even found that there was a powerful force on his arms. Power floats.

"It's really strange. After Qi Xuan repaired his arms, I felt that the power in his arms was incompatible with the power in the divine elixir in his body. It was as if this power did not belong to him at all!" Lin Bai frowned. Locked said.

"Master Qi Xuan, Shao Sword Master, no, you are no longer Master Shao Sword Master." When Yang Changdong saw this person, he immediately shouted, but then he thought that Qi Xuan was no longer Master Shao Sword Master, so he hurriedly changed his tune!

Hearing Yang Changdong change his words mid-sentence, Qi Xuan's face darkened, and anger burned in his heart. When he looked at Lin Bai, his eyes were particularly fierce and malicious!

"Holy Son Yang Changdong, if you come to ask for an explanation for the disciples of the sect, then you will go after whoever killed them, but you must not bring the Tongtian Sword Sect with you!"

Qi Xuan said coldly.

When Yang Changdong heard this, he sneered and said, "What do you think Brother Qi Xuan means... that the Tongtian Sword Sect will not intervene in this matter?"

Qi Xuan sneered and said: "You do such a despicable and shameless thing and still want to seek the protection of the sect. That is simply wishful thinking!"

"Holy Son Yang Changdong, even if you don't come here to settle accounts with them, we, the disciples of the Tongtian Sword Sect, will not let them go!"

"Everyone will punish such villains for their behavior. Senior brothers, don't you think so?"

Qi Xuan raised his arms and shouted, and his voice spread like thunder throughout the entire East City.

At this moment, in the East City, a large number of sword cultivators from the Tongtian Sword Sect and disciples from the Burning Heart Sect gathered!

When the sword cultivators of the Tongtian Sword Sect heard Qi Xuan's words, they also whispered: "Are the Seventy-Two Sword Cultivators of Xiandong Mountain so shameless? You actually hurt people secretly?"

"If they killed their opponents on the martial arts field, then we might be able to forgive them. After all, it is inevitable that they would be unable to bear it during a martial arts competition. However, this method of hiding sword energy and secretly hurting others is really against the way of sword cultivation!"

"Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xiandong Mountain, we really misjudged you. We thought you would be the future leader of our Tongtian Sword Sect. Unfortunately, we didn't expect you to be such a wolf-hearted person!"

"Such methods are really disgusting!"

"Seventy-two of you are not worthy to be sword cultivators of our Tongtian Sword Sect, let alone use swords!"

"Fellow brothers, we jointly signed a letter in blood, begging the Sword Master to expel these seventy-two people from the sect, so that our Tongtian Sword Sect can have peace and prosperity!"

"..."

Each and every sword cultivator from the Tongtian Sword Sect said indignantly.

Nie Xiong stood in mid-air, with the cold words and harsh words of his fellow disciples echoing in his ears. His expression was momentarily dazed, as if someone had drained his soul!

The rest of the sword cultivators, such as Li Feng, Li Chou, Luo Xuan, Lei Yizhe and others, had even more bitter expressions on their faces and tears in their eyes. They never dreamed that things could happen to such a situation!

Yesterday, the Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xiandong Mountain became famous!

But recently, the Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xiandong Mountain have been ruined again! The act of killing people with hidden sword energy was criticized by the entire Lingnan warriors, and for a while he became a rat crossing the street, everyone shouted to beat him!

The sword cultivators of the Tongtian Sword Sect even proposed to jointly submit a blood letter, begging the sword master to expel the Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xiandong Mountain from the sect. Hearing this, the Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xiandong Mountain went into shock. .

A few more people couldn't bear the impact of such cold words. After shaking their bodies a few times, their faces turned red, they opened their mouths and spat out a mouthful of blood, and their expressions instantly became depressed.

Holy Son Yang Changdong sneered: "Nie Xiong! Even the disciples of your sect say this, what else do you have to say!"

Nie Xiong clenched his fists, his expression was painful, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked unwilling.

Nie Xiong and the Seventy-Two Sword Cultivators of Xiandong Mountain are not afraid of death. They are willing to go to the battlefield with their swords to fight with others. However, these cold words and evil words are invisible swords, which they cannot bear!

"Okay!" Nie Xiong gritted his teeth and said, "I will kill myself! But Holy Son Yang Changdong, friends of the Burning Heart Sect, I, Nie Xiong, can kill myself, but what I want to explain is..."

"I committed suicide, not because I wanted to die as an apology, but because I didn't want to involve my sect in this matter!"

"Disciples of the seven major sects, we, the Seventy-two Sword Cultivators of Xiandong Mountain, said we would not kill them, so we would not kill them, let alone do such dirty things as hiding our sword energy!"

"I will kill myself to prove my innocence!"

Nie Xiong took out his sword from his storage bag, and a bright sword light flashed toward his throat.

Yang Changdong, Qi Xuan, as well as many Burning Heart Sect disciples and Tongtian Sword Sect sword cultivators here are all watching with cold eyes!

The other sword cultivators in Xiandong Mountain were even more devastated and did not care about Nie Xiong!

"Hmph!" Just as Nie Xiong swung his sword towards his throat, a domineering cold snort spread throughout the entire East City.