The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

"Don't you guys want the secret manuals?"

Song Jingyang smiled happily, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

He took out an ancient manual from his bosom. The pages were a bit yellow.

"I can give it to you, but I can only give it to you. If anyone dares to act rashly, I guarantee that none of you will get it."

The smile on Song Xuanyang's face was eerie as it revealed a sense of cunning.

"How are you going to hand over the secret manual?"

The Tang Sect Leader's expression was ugly as he asked.

The rest of the martial artists started to ask at the same time as well.

Li Dao crossed his arms over his longsword and watched silently. If he was right, blood would flow from the wound.

"It's very simple, whoever kills this old fogey, I will give the secret manual to them."

Song Xuanyang pointed at the master of the Iron Sword Castle with a smile that was somewhat playful.

The moment he said this, the Castle Lord's face became ugly, so dark that it seemed as if water would drip out of it.

He faintly felt that the gazes of the martial artists around him were a little off as he remained on alert.

"Don't listen to him, don't believe in such a simple way to sow discord, otherwise, it will be what he wants!" shouted the old man from the Iron Sword Castle.

Song Xuanyang did not refute, but smiled and said, "With so many of you here today, I can't run anymore anyway. If I don't kill him, I can guarantee that none of you will get the secret manual."

For a moment, the atmosphere became even more lively.

These people were not idiots, but Song Xuanyang was plotting something. If he did not do as he said and kill the master of the Iron Sword Castle, then what if he tore up the secret manual?

"Are you speaking the truth?"

The Raindrop Sword Yin Changsheng suddenly asked.

"Of course, it's true. There are so many of you, yet you're afraid that I'll run away?"

Song Xuanyang's smile became even brighter as he fiddled with the yellowed book in his hand, looking relaxed.

"Tie Xuan, don't blame this brother for being ungrateful." The head of the Tang Sect spoke as he instantly struck out.

A handful of silver needles sprinkled onto the master of the Iron Sword Castle, then he took out several hidden weapons from the leather pouch on his waist.

Tie Xuan was already on his guard. He dodged the attack from the Sect Leader of the Tang Sect. But the Raindrop Sword was waiting for him.

Seeing that both Yin Changsheng and the head of the Tang Sect had made his move, the surrounding people from the martial arts world also started to move.

As Tie Xuan resisted Yin Changsheng of the Raindrop Sword, he kept his guard up against hidden weapons and the martial artists around him.

Several Iron Sword Castle disciples drew their swords and stood in front of the group of martial artists.

"There are so many of you, but only those who have killed me can get the secret manual. Are we even sharing it?" Tie Xuan snapped.

Tie Xuan understood that if he didn't let these people calm down, he would die today.

"Don't worry about him, as long as we kill him and get his secret manual, this old man promises that everyone here can watch."

Seeing that the people around him were hesitating, Yin Changsheng said this to boost the morale of the people around them.

Tie Xuan almost vomited a mouthful of blood. "Yinpi Fu, what enmity do you have with me? What benefits do you get from framing me like this?"

Unfortunately, before Yin Changsheng could reply, the surrounding martial artists all moved.

"We have all witnessed Old Senior Yan's character. Everyone attack together and kill Tie Xuan to see the godly skill."

Someone from the crowd shouted in response to Yan Changsheng.

This time, most of the martial artists had made their move. The disciples of the Iron Sword Castle fell into a pool of blood before they could even curse.

Li Dao watched from the sidelines. These martial arts people were truly moving forward with the flow. It was very important to have so many bloody battles in the martial arts world.

Tang Xiaohu, who was standing next to Li Dao, did not have the intention to move. Instead, it caused Li Dao to be a bit surprised.

"Brother Tang, are you not tempted by this secret manual?"

"Brother Li, you must be joking. As a person of the martial arts world, who doesn't have feelings for the divine arts manual?" "However, I am aware of my own situation. Such a good thing will not fall to me. I am here to watch the show." Tang Xiaohu shook off his fan and said with a smile.

Only now did Li Dao realize that his fan was actually made of fine steel.