Contrary to what he imagined, the other party did not look ferocious.
Certainly not handsome.
but ordinary.
Standing in front of Ye Ling, Yan Luotian looked ordinary like a passerby.
If it weren’t for the fact that his temperament was too prominent, he might not be noticed in the crowd, which is really too popular.
“The visitor is a guest, sit down.”
Looking back, Ye Ling waved his hand and said this sentence again.
But Yan Luotian shook his head: “You don’t need to be polite when a bad guest comes to the door.”
“interesting,”
Ye Ling laughed, “There are still people who call themselves evil guests.”
“Then why do you still come to the door if you know that the master is not welcome?”
“It wasn’t what I wanted, but I had to come.”
Yan Luotian replied.
“You are sure that you can keep the deity”
Ye Ling asked again.
“none.”
Yan Luotian readily admitted.
“But I can turn the entire sword tomb into a ghost.”
His tone was flat.
But what he said made everyone in the Sword Tomb feel a chill in their hearts.
“Fart, Yan Luotian, are you too arrogant?”
……
The most grumpy elder Jiang was the first to hold back and scolded.
However, Yan Luotian ignored him.
In his eyes, it seemed that Ye Ling was the only one from the beginning to the end.
Even Zhou Wuya was no different from an ant in his eyes, let alone something like Jiang Xing in the realm of a talented king.
Seeing this, Sword Master Zhou Wuya shot a sword light in his eyes.
At this time, he had to take action, otherwise the reputation of Sword Tomb would plummet.
“Very well, I want to see how Yan Luotian destroyed my sword tomb.”
Ding.
A soft sound spread throughout the sword tomb.
It sounded like something was bouncing.
Ding ding ding ding-! The next moment, countless voices sounded.
In the forbidden area of the sword tomb, countless broken swords began to shake and squeak, and sword intents enough to bury the emperor emerged from these swords, flew into the sky, and converged into a sharp edge, as if it could bury the gods. sword intent.
“burial!”
Zhou Wuya held the saber in his hand and walked step by step towards the Nether Heaven in front of him.
Every step he took, the aura on his body increased by one point, and the terrifying sword intent in the sky was also more solid.
At this time, Zhou Wuya was like an unsheathed divine sword.
The invincible edge converged on him, and the sword beams of ten thousand feet shot straight into the sky, cutting the blood-colored sky in half.
Countless sword qi lingered around Zhou Wuya’s body like swimming fish.
Wherever I walked, there were countless bottomless ravines on the ground.
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Chapter [-] I really didn’t mean it
“This is the burial god, the burial god of my sword tomb!”
Some disciples from the Sword Tomb roared excitedly when they saw this.
The depressed mood that had been suppressed just now was swept away, and they excitedly looked at the attitude of the sword master above, and their eyes were full of excitement.
All beliefs are gathered in Zhou Wuya’s body.
At this moment, he seems to be the only protagonist.
“As soon as the burial god comes out, Wan Jian surrenders.”
When he approached Yan Luotian, Zhou Wuya’s aura had reached its peak.
