Chapter 1971

That Zhao Wuji just appeared, and the powerful sword power on his body seemed to make himself the protagonist of this world.

His facial features are handsome, but there is an evil spirit between his eyebrows, which gives people a very uncomfortable feeling.

"How could it be him?"

"What is this guy doing here with us..."

Everyone was very puzzled, and their eyes were full of surprise.

It has been more than a month since everyone from Donghuang came to this empty city, but Zao Wou-ki's name was piercing through his ears, and it was difficult to have any imposing manner in front of him.

The Black Feather Palace itself is the Holy Land of Beiling. In Beiling, it is a gigantic existence, and its status is comparable to that of the Eastern Desolate Heavenly Dao Sect.

Zao Wou-Ki is the golden monster of the Black Feather Palace. He is known to be unmatched under the semi-sage. The Black Feather Sword Canon that he cultivates is very mysterious.

Swish swish!

In the face of his strong coming, everyone in Donghuang couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The four sword servants in front of Zao Wou-Ki's mouth were all mocking.

The masks on their faces were of different shapes, some were devil dogs, some were black tigers, some were golden cheetahs, and one person wore a white wolf mask that looked the most terrifying.

Tiger Leopard Wolf Dog!

The four masks seemed to seal the monsters, and they merged with the souls of several people, making these four people look extraordinarily strange.

The sword servant with the mask of the demon dog was named Zhao Quan, and he smiled and said: "My son, I heard that the younger generation of sword cultivators from Donghuang gathered here. The annual Famous Sword Conference."

As soon as this statement came out, the crowd immediately became dissatisfied.

They were invited here, and naturally they were all eligible to participate in the Famous Sword Conference, which Zao Wou-Ki completely ignored.

"We were invited, why are we not qualified to participate in the Famous Sword Conference?"

"The assessment of the three levels has not yet begun, so you are going to replace the Tibetan Sword Villa?"

"Black Feather Palace is not qualified to be so arrogant!"

In fact, before the Famous Sword Conference, the top sword cultivators from all over the world would test each other out to see who the masters were.

However, this Zhao Wuji seemed a little more arrogant.

Zao Wou-Ki found a table at random and sat down, ignoring others, he took out the fine wine and drank it on his own.

"Zao Wuji, what do you mean?"

An Ziyun, who had provoked Lin Yun before, walked towards the other party with a gloomy expression, holding the holy sword.

It is said that Ye Qingtian is crazy, but he didn't find out much after learning it, but this Zhao Wuji is really crazy.

I really don't want to even look at them!

"Who are you?"

Zao Wou-Ki looked at the wine in the glass, but did not look directly at An Ziyun.

"Anjia, An Ziyun!" An Ziyun said coldly.

Zao Wou-Ki snorted and said, "The An family is considered a giant in the Eastern Wasteland. Before ancient times, there was a great sage in charge, but unfortunately there are no kendo geniuses. If you

The family members have come here for a generation, and maybe they can pick up a few swords from me. you? Not even qualified to fight with me. "

When An Ziyun had ever suffered such humiliation, his face immediately turned gloomy. Looking at Donghuang, no one had ever looked down on him so much.

This Zao Wou-Ki was not only him, but even the An family didn't take it seriously.

"court death!"

An Ziyun drew his sword in anger, and the sword light was dazzling, illuminating half of the dojo in an instant.

hum!

The body of the sword trembled, and then the power of Xingyao bloomed. This was a holy sword of Xingyao.

The expressions of everyone in the dojo suddenly changed slightly, and they each released the Qi of Nirvana to resist.

The power of Xing Yao is still quite terrifying, especially under the urging of Jian Xiu, the edge is extremely sharp.

If you are a little careless, you will be injured by the sword energy, and even the holy armor is difficult to resist.

"An Ziyun is not easy, this Xingyao Holy Soldier has been motivated by one-tenth of its power!"

"No wonder he dared to provoke Ye Qingtian before, so he came prepared!"

...

Swish!

An Ziyun turned his wrist, a vision bloomed behind him, a sea of ​​fire appeared, and the sword light that flew away was like a real dragon bathed in fire.

Zao Wou-Ki laughed, but he still didn't move, he was still drinking slowly.

Seeing that this sword was about to stab Zao Wou-Ki, Hu Chi, the sword servant wearing the mask of the devil dog next to him stepped forward and grabbed the sword directly in the palm of his hand.

call!

His hand was like ice for ten thousand years, and the moment he held the blade, the vast sea of ​​fire instantly extinguished.

The so-called flame dragon also collapsed at the touch of a button, and it died down, and the people who watched it were dumbfounded.

How is this done?

The prestige of Xingyao, is it broken?

Everyone was shocked, and they all looked at Zhao Quan involuntarily, with fear and horror flashing in their eyes.

Behind Zhao Quan, the phantom of the three-headed devil dog appeared, and the three-headed devil dog was as high as a hundred feet, with a powerful and unparalleled deterrent.

At the same time, there was a demonic energy released from his body, and everyone woke up with a start. This person has the blood of the three-headed dog of hell in his body.

"It is said that since Jian Jingtian, Donghuang has no swordsmanship wizards. Today, I found out that the rumors are true. You are actually qualified to stand here. It's really too weak."

Zhao Quan mocked recklessly.

Not far away, the young man wearing a white wolf mask sneered: "Jian Jingtian is a fart. He has long been drawn to the ground and cannot be sanctified in this life. As for the sword sect, it has long since fallen."

At this moment, An Ziyun's sword was firmly held, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he kept urging Nirvana to explode the opponent's palm.

Zhao Quan snorted coldly, and there were bursts of roars in his body, and he let go of his hand suddenly, and then his body disappeared like a shape-shifting shadow.

When it reappeared, a palm was imprinted on An Ziyun's heart, bang, An Ziyun's body-protecting energy shattered with a loud noise, and a huge hole was sunken in his chest.

Swish!

His body was like a dead dog, hitting the stone pillars of the dojo, and passed out in pain on the spot.

Zhao Quan returned to the place, as if he had never moved, and said coldly: "You are such a waste, and you dare to be disrespectful to the son, you really don't know how to write dead words!"

Many sword cultivators in Donghuang were so surprised that they couldn't say a word, and they were all stunned, and some were even dumbfounded.

Even if An Ziyun is not the top sword cultivator, among the people in the Eastern Wilderness, he is definitely worthy of the word first-class.

He even fought against the half-sage once, and he was able to get out of his body, but the move is now abolished.

How terrifying is this Zhao Quan's strength?

Gongsun Yan took a deep breath, his face turned mutinous, and he shivered with fright and quickly hid behind Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan's face is not very good-looking, this Zhao Quan's strength is really a bit terrifying, which makes him feel a great danger.

The most important thing is that this person is just Zao Wou-Ki's sword servant, maybe even the weakest sword servant.

Lin Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, this Zhao Quan should not be so strong, he can control An Ziyun by virtue of the mutual restraint.

As for the phantom of the monster, it's just a blindfold. What's really amazing is that he has a very secret Xingyao secret treasure in the palm of his hand.

As well as the divine movement, not many people can see the clues in the field.

Lin Yun actually didn't pay much attention to Zhao Quan, his eyes were on the man with the white wolf mask, this man was a little weird.

Zhao Quan swept his gaze, fell on Jianzong and the others, and said with a smile: "Jianzong's disciples are here, don't you really think that you can still stage the legend of 18 years ago? It's gone, and the Sword Sect is not worth mentioning."

"The Black Feather Palace is really amazing, but compared to the top geniuses, if my Sword Sect Burial Playboy is still there, you can't compare them all together!"

A cold and arrogant voice came, and Lin Yun couldn't help but look over, it was Ye Ziling who spoke.

Zhao Quan looked at Ye Ziling, and was immediately taken aback, this woman's temperament was truly unparalleled.

However, her cold-hearted, refusing temperament to be thousands of miles away made people feel like they were cut short for no reason.

"Buried Playboy?"

Zhao Quan said coldly: "If he didn't offend Tian Xuanzi, he might still be a talent. As for now, he's just a lost dog."

"Burying the playboy is a piece of shit. It's just a fake name, let alone rumors that he's already dead. Even if he's not dead, as long as he dares to appear in front of me, I can slap him to death!" The man with the white wolf mask The man, with a cold aura on his body, said coldly.

Ye Ziling raised her brows, anger flashed in her eyes, she would not allow anyone to slander Burial Playboy.

In her deep purple eyes, there was a snow flower turning, and the dojo became extremely gloomy and cold.

"Want to start?"

Zhao Quan and Bai Lang both showed disdain on their faces and did not take Ye Ziling in their eyes.

But Ye Ziling and Mu Qingqing stopped her and kept comforting her in secret.

She has no chance of winning by one-on-two, and even one-on-one, she may not be able to completely defeat her opponent.