Emperor Lingxiao

Chapter 877 Bloody Case

For the sword fairy bone, Meng Xiaotian himself also feels baffled.

He has never practiced swordsmanship, nor does he feel that he has the talent for swordsmanship.

The bones are also very clear, there is absolutely no root bone that belongs to the sword fairy bone.

This sword fairy bone seemed to be born out of thin air, it came so suddenly and so strangely.

Although this matter cannot be explained, there is no doubt that Meng Xiaotian is a strange talent.

Possessing five supernatural backgrounds, his future is bound to be limitless.

Wuming looked at him, feeling extremely depressed.

But more is excitement.

Because the talent in front of him was created by him alone.

"Little guy, you are very good, very good." Wuming liked it more and more and praised again and again.

This is his pride, his pride.

After all, no one had ever done such a thing, and no one had tried, yet he had succeeded.

This kind of extraordinary talent is really unprecedented, and there is no second one in the world.

For the nameless praise, Meng Xiaotian felt embarrassed.

So, he opened his mouth and responded: "Uncle Wuming is too famous, Xiaotian, all of this is given by you."

Yes, everything that Meng Xiaotian possessed was given by Wu Ming.

Without Wuming, he simply wouldn't be able to have all this.

At the same time, Meng Xiaotian also understood one thing.

That is the nameless power.

He experienced it personally and knew the opponent's strength very well.

The strength of that kind of power has already exceeded his comprehension.

In his opinion, even his own father, a powerhouse like Meng Tianyun.

When confronted with Wuming, no matter how many opponents come, they will be destroyed in an instant.

Even, if he wanted to dominate the entire battleground of gods and demons, he could definitely do so easily.

For this, he was convinced.

"Little guy, I want to accept you as an apprentice, are you willing?" Wuming looked at Meng Xiaotian with a smile, and he wanted to accept him as an apprentice.

This kind of thought, idea, has been unknown for a long time, and has never appeared in his mind.

But today, he had this idea.

After hearing the nameless words, Meng Xiaotian couldn't react for a while, and froze in place.

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After a long time.

It was about time for a cup of tea.

At that time, Meng Xiaocai completely reacted.

On his immature little face, there was a look of excitement at this moment.

You can tell his answer from his expression.

Yes, Meng Xiaotian agreed.

For Wuming's words, his heart of accepting disciples.

No matter who it is, it is impossible to refuse, and it will definitely agree.

You must know that on this entire battlefield of gods and demons, strength represents everything.

Only with big fists can you have the right to speak and take the initiative.

As for Wuming, there is no doubt that he belongs to this kind of person.

He is not only powerful, but also gentle, refined and approachable.

Such a strong man, who wouldn't want to worship him as a teacher?

What's more, everything that Meng Xiaotian has now is given by Anonymous.

So, when Wuming offered to take him as an apprentice, how could he refuse?

There was no accident, after Meng Xiaotian came to his senses, without saying a word, he bowed to Wuming as a teacher.

He has never learned the etiquette of apprenticeship, but this thing seems to be everyone's instinct.

Everyone came with their hands in their hands, their salutes were extremely standard, and their movements were even more fluid, without any awkwardness.

In this way, Meng Xiaotian became an unknown disciple.

This is Wuming's first apprentice after losing his memory.

As for Mo Yan, he doesn't count.

Because Wuming never promised him.

"Master." Meng Xiaotian respectfully called out to No Name.

These two words have profound meanings.

A teacher for one day, a father for life.

Therefore, the master waits like a father.

Heaven, earth, king, relative, teacher, maybe that's what it means!

"Well, Xiaotian, since you have the sword fairy bone, I will teach you a set of sword skills as a teacher." Wuming nodded with a smile.

Then, his eyes turned, and a beam of seven-colored light shot out from between his eyebrows.

The light fell into Wuming's palm.

After a few breaths, the colorful light slowly disappeared.

Thus, an ancient book full of time and simplicity appeared in Wuming's hands.

On the cover of the ancient book, there are four words: Holy Spirit Sword Art.

"Holy Spirit swordsmanship? Master, is this for disciples?" Meng Xiaotian looked at the sword manual of Holy Spirit swordsmanship in Wuming's hand, and was extremely happy.

He could feel that this holy spirit sword technique was absolutely unusual and extraordinary.

From the sword manual, a fierce sword energy continuously emanated from it.

It can be known from this that this sword manual is extraordinary.

"Well, this holy spirit sword technique was created by the master. If you can comprehend it all, Xiaotian, your swordsmanship will not be weaker than that of the master." Wuming nodded in response.

At this time, Meng Xiaocai finally knew what Wuming was good at.

It is the way of the sword, and Wuming's strongest is the way of the sword.

However, there are very few people in the world who can make Wuming draw a sword, not more than one palm.

Therefore, the world has almost never heard of the nameless way of the sword.

In the entire battlefield of gods and demons, there is only one person who knows.

And that person has been chasing and killing the unknown king of assassins, the Dark King.

"Thank you master, this disciple will definitely work hard and will not disappoint the master." Meng Xiaotian took the Holy Spirit Sword Art Manual from Wuming's hand, and said with a serious face.

Seeing Meng Xiaotian's serious expression, Wuming smiled, it was a satisfied smile.

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At the same time, a tragic murder occurred outside Blood City.

There appeared one corpse after another, lying on the ground, and the scene was bloody.

The earth, now turned into dark red, is caused by the flow of blood.

The surrounding air was filled with the pungent smell of blood at this moment, which was extremely disgusting and outrageous.

These people who died were all of good strength, and those with the lowest cultivation level all possessed the Supreme Realm.

And the highest ones are those in the Emperor Realm, who are masters who have reached the eighth realm.

It is hard to imagine, what happened here not long ago, why so many strong people died?
"Who did it?"

Such a voice came from the walls of Blood City.

The voice was cold, without any emotion, like a beast without humanity.

The killing intent was not concealed, and it raged in the world, causing the temperature of the entire blood city to drop a lot.

Those ordinary people could not help but shudder at this moment.

The person who spoke was none other than the Lord of Blood City, Luo Xie.

"Reporting to the city lord, it was done by the forces of the dark world. They came aggressively, and they didn't say anything, they just started killing."

Beside Luoxie, a guard explained to him.

His eyes were red, murderous, and his eyes were extremely fierce.

This man was the only one who survived.

It was his elder brother who saved him, but his elder brother died before his eyes.

His murderous intent comes from hatred, and at this point, he is bound to take revenge.

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(to be continued...)!

(End of this chapter)