The first stage of misery

Chapter 150

Unclothed in the same robe,
The bloody atmosphere permeated the bright moon in the sky with a trace of blood red,
Jian Langya and Yi Jiuming stood facing each other, swords drawn,
"You are the young master Yi Jiuming who has no clothes in the same robe?"

"Hmph, trespassing into Wuyi Tongpao without permission and killing my people, you still don't know who I am?"

Jian Langya looked at the angry Yi Jiuming who couldn't calm down, and sighed.
"Well, since that's the case, the only way to prove everything is with the sword in your hand."

"Exactly what I want!"

Seeing the other party nodded, Jian Langya's heart moved immediately, and with a wave of his hand, the long sword that was originally inserted under his feet,
With a whistling sound, he headed towards Yi Jiuming,

After receiving the long sword, Yi Jiuming's eyes were sharp, and he raised the three-foot blue blade, the sword's intent shook the whole field, his true energy was in a hurry, and his figure appeared instantly.

The air waves roiled and howled, mountains collapsed and rocks collapsed, and the edge of the boundless sword shot straight at the sword Langya,
But Jian Langya's body was like floating clouds, and his shape was like a flying bird. Facing Yi Jiuming's series of sword moves, he was calm and dodged easily.
Then the blood whip in his hand turned into a scarlet blood sword. As the sword edge rose, it broke the opponent's sword move, and the attack was instantly reversed. I saw Jian Langya's swordsmanship was superb and cold killing, every move and every move was full of icy cold killing intent,
clang~

The two sides fought several moves, Yi Jiuming finally lost to Jian Langya's sword attack, the long sword left his hand again,
"I lost, kill or kill as you please!"

Facing the Senhan sword blade pointing at the neck, Yi Jiuming remained unmoved, his eyes were fixed on Jian Langya, with a face that regarded death as home,

sigh~
Yi Jiuming only felt a chill on his neck, and the sword light like a silver dragon broke through the darkness of the night, shattering the boulders and buildings behind him,
"Why didn't you kill me?"

Seeing himself unharmed, Yi Jiuming asked Jian Langya suspiciously,
Withdrawing the long sword, Jian Langya said lightly, "I said before, I don't have any enmity with you, and I won't kill people at will. I just passed by here and felt something was wrong, so I just came in to check."

Immediately Jian Langya informed Yi Jiuming of his discovery,
When he learned that the other party came for Ni Xi and threatened with the remaining clansmen who had been taken away, Yi Jiuming's heart was shaken.
Just because of an illusory legend, countless people are running around for it, some people abandon their homes and businesses, and some people create and kill. Is this world's hegemony so obsessed?
Yi Jiuming, who was full of perplexity and suspicion, was devastated by grief and unbearable anger. His figure suddenly turned into a stream of light and headed towards the secret room hidden by his fellow Wuyi.

Behind him, Jian Langya couldn't bear to see Yi Jiuming in such a state. Although he still remembered Yi's advice in his mind not to participate in any affairs between Wuyi Tongpao and Muwu Sword League, he bullied the weak and killed innocent people indiscriminately. , as a member of the Immortal Sect, Jian Langya couldn't do anything, so he followed closely behind.

In the secret room deep in Wuyi Tongpao, Yi Jiuming destroyed countless hidden and delicate organs, and as the last seal was cracked, a huge and terrifying evil atmosphere gushed out from the dark depths of the secret room. wash around,
Excalibur Seven Ye, Xiejian Nixie, the legendary two swords come together, the world obeys, and now Xiejian Nixie reappears in the world,

At this time, Jian Langya, who was following Yi Jiuming, only felt a burst of violent killing intent, a trace of scarlet blood flashed in his eyes, looking at Yi Jiuming in front, a blood sword appeared in his hand, intending to kill him,

At the critical moment, a faint power of stars appeared on Jian Langya's body, which completely blocked the evil atmosphere, making her consciousness suddenly clear,
"Oh, interesting, what's on your body can actually make me feel oppressed!"

The inexplicable cold and arrogant voice resounded throughout the secret room,
"He Fangxiao is young, how dare to trespass on my naked comrades?"

Yi Jiuming looked around, being on guard,

"Hmph, those who are rude, you should be punished!"

As soon as the words fell, Ni Xi standing in the center of the secret room suddenly burst out, and the cold bloodthirsty sword energy flew towards Yi Jiuming,

"Not good, be careful!" At the moment of death, Jian Langya stepped forward, raised his sword and struck horizontally,
Boom~
"Uh……"

When the two confronted each other, only a muffled groan was heard, and the verdict was decided, Jian Langya was bleeding from his hands, and his figure retreated sharply.

"This is the Ni Xi? It's really extraordinary, no wonder others want it." Quickly steadying his figure, Jian Langya was full of admiration,
"My existence does not need you to judge!"

Ni Xi let out bursts of sword sounds, overflowing with evil aura. In the dark, I was shocked to see Ni Xi's evil sword alienated into a cold and arrogant boy dressed in black,

"This……?!"

A mysterious figure suddenly appeared in front of them, causing Yi Jiuming and Jian Langya to be stunned on the spot.

"Why, did my appearance shock you?"

Standing with hands behind his back, Nixi Sword Spirit looked at the two with disdain,

At this moment, the masked man hiding in the dark was watching the scene with cold eyes, and then retreated quietly,
And the Nixi sword spirit who was watching the two people raised the corner of his mouth and let out a sneer, and glanced at the people in the dark from the corner of his eye.

"Come when you want, leave when you want, have you asked me what I mean?"

Ni Xijian's spiritual body does not move, his eyes do not move, his thoughts are together, and the murderous intent is suddenly approaching,
In the dark, the masked man suddenly felt that death was approaching, and at the same time his figure retreated quickly, he lifted his palms up, grasping the energy of the surrounding world, and struck in the air,

Boom~
"what……!"

Palm volleys, breaking mountains and rivers,
The sword is cold and sharp, cutting the sky and the earth,
The two clashed, the sea of ​​air rolled, the secret room vibrated, and a scream sounded, and the masked man retreated with the help of the impact.

"As expected of the Xiejian Nixi, the strength is really impressive!
Yi Jiuming, if you still want to save your clansmen, take Ni Xi as required and go to meet us at the agreed place. "

After the words fell, the masked man had long since disappeared, leaving only the bright red blood on the ground, one arm lying quietly in the pool of blood,
"Noisy!"

Another sword light flashed, and the masked man disappeared into the darkness,

Ignoring the life and death of the masked man, Nixi Jianling looked at Yi Jiuming with an inexplicable expression,

"How will you choose? Those who give up Nixie or give up on the clan, need to know that if you follow me, the king of the world will win!"

Ni Xi's words made Yi Jiuming vigilant, his eyes were full of scrutiny, "No matter what your purpose is, you are still not as important as my clansmen."

"Oh, is this your choice! I understand, but no matter how much you struggle, you will eventually walk on the path I prepared for you!"

Immediately, the Nixi sword spirit dissipated in a puff of smoke, leaving only the evil sword Nixi stuck on the ground,

Yi Jiuming stepped forward and pulled Nixi out of the scabbard behind his back, looked at Jian Langya beside him and saluted lightly,
"I have offended you just now, and I hope the heroine will forgive me. I only need to walk this road alone. It is better not to get involved in the two-sword turmoil without clothes and robes!"

After saying that, Yi Jiuming turned around and walked into the distance.

"One song and one rationale to suppress light and worry, one gathering and one parting to pass away the mind, thousands of times to search, the end of the world is vast."

Just as Yi Jiuming was leaving, the masked man who was seriously injured ran in a hurry, galloping towards Wuyi's fellow robe fifty miles away,

The sword light that came chasing from behind was fleeting and pierced directly into the masked man's body,

"what……"

"Uh...why didn't I die?!"

The masked man thought that this blow would surely return his soul to Jiuquan, but he didn't expect that he would feel nothing other than the intensified pain.

"Strange? Don't worry about it, it's imperative to tell the adults about it first!"

(End of this chapter)