Swordsman of the World

Chapter 189
Eight people came from the Sanxuan Sword Sect, and the leader was Brother Jin, who was older and more stable in his affairs. He didn't come up and had a verbal conflict. Instead, he asked politely: "Fellow Daoists, are you passing by here?"

Yunmengluo was in a bad mood and didn't bother to answer.

Yang Dong hiccupped, squinted at them, and said mockingly, "Come on, what can I ask? If you have any questions, I'll ask them during the fight."

Zhao Xinghua said angrily, "Uh!! Brother Jin, look, I said that this person is very arrogant, and they are very faceless, very suspicious, maybe they poisoned the Second Elder's group."

"Xinghua! Calm down." Brother Jin waved his hand to stop her words.

Senior Brother Jin sized Yang Dong up and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, you are wearing a sword sect Taoist robe, so you should be a disciple of a certain sword sect, right? Is this trying to provoke our Sanxuan Sword Sect?"

Yang Dongao said: "Huh, I passed by here, and you sent three flies to follow me. I just asked them to be my guide for a day. What's wrong? It's okay. They've already given face, why? Dissatisfied? ** **ah."

Zhao Xinghua couldn't help rebutting again: "Guide? I'm afraid you used some obscure means to let them tell important secrets about our Sanxuan Sword Sect. Hmph."

"That's right, the three of them shared a big secret." Yang Dong hiccupped and stared at Zhao Xinghua with a smile.

"Eh?" The other seven people were also on guard for a moment, staring at Yang Dong firmly.

Unexpectedly, Yang Dong stared at Zhao Xinghua with a smile, and said, "They said they peeped at you taking a shower last night, and you are wearing a beige bellyband today."

"Nonsense, I'm clearly wearing red... ah!" Zhao Xinghua shrieked shyly in the middle of speaking, and asked what kind of obscene clothes he was wearing in front of so many senior brothers.

"Hahahaha!" Yang Dongyang laughed loudly, this little girl is really interesting.

But Senior Brother Jin really couldn't be happy, his face became even more gloomy, Zhao Xinghua was furious, his face flushed, he pointed at Yang Dong, wishing he could eat him in one bite.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist is really shameless. If that's the case, there's nothing to talk about. Hmph!" A man behind Senior Brother Jin looked angry, and with a push of his palm, a low-grade spiritual weapon, a flying sword, was sacrificed from his body.

Feijian stopped within half a meter in front of Yang Dong.

Because Yang Dong just drank the wine in his hand, and pointed at the tip of the sword with a ding.

He taunted: "Tsk tsk, so this is how your Sanxuan Sword Sect treats guests. First, you find someone to monitor, then someone comes to provoke you, and then you bully the few with more, hehe, yes, I like it."

"You don't need to bully the few with more, Senior Brother Jin asked me to meet him." The disciple didn't wait for Senior Brother Jin to respond, he pushed hard with his palm, and a sharp sword energy erupted.

With a click, the cup couldn't bear the pressure, and cracks appeared.

But at the next moment, Yang Dong caught the sword with two fingers.

He felt a tearing wind between his fingers, but it was useless, the sword would not move in his hand.

"Hmm oh oh!" The sword repairman was also a great sword master, but he found that he couldn't draw back his flying sword with all his strength, and he didn't know what was going on.

Huh, because of the contest between the two, the sword energy around the wine table staggered, and the air flow surged up.

Chi, chi, the sword held between two fingers was pulled out inch by inch.

After all, the opponent was a great swordsman, and if the opponent really wanted to withdraw the flying sword, it would be useless for Yang Dong to use all his strength.

But he let go suddenly, clang, the flying sword lost its suction, the great sword master was caught off guard and flew backwards.

At the same time, Yang Dong grabbed the wine jar, his palm transformed into a sword fetus, holding a ball of wine, it turned into a sword shape, and then he pushed his hand, and rushed towards the great swordsman with a whoosh.

Pfft, the wine rushed directly into his body.

"Ah!" The man fell to the ground and snorted, reeking of alcohol.

"How about it? Treat yourself to a drink, isn't it cool?" Yang Dong said with a smile.

Qiang, Senior Brother Jin couldn't bear it any longer, he struck directly, a golden flying sword was thrown out, and three fast thrusts were made in succession.

Although Yang Dong was half-drunk, he saw it very clearly and blocked it with a transparent dagger.

With the nothingness sword energy, no one here can detect it!

Others looked as if Yang Dong was drinking leisurely here, while Senior Brother Jin was attacking wildly, but despite his exquisite swordsmanship, he just hit the air and was blocked by something.

Senior Brother Jin was a little anxious. In front of many senior brothers and sisters, he let his opponent relax so easily. He became ruthless and used all his strength.

"Earth-level sword skills, seven-star chain."

Boom, boom, boom, there was a series of violent impacts by Qi Xia, one after another, it seemed to be oppressed by a heavy boulder.

"Senior brother Jin is serious."

"Earth-level sword skills, hmph, this kid must be taken seriously."

Faced with Feijian's earth-level sword skills, Yang Dong was still afraid that his transparent dagger would be destroyed, so he didn't let it continue to head-on.

He grabbed the Wuliang sword with his backhand, clang, and as soon as the sword was unsheathed, it immediately matched the opponent's ground level sword skill.

But Yang Dong's Tian-level sword skill is a thousand ton!
Boom, the whole building exploded, split in two, and a big hole was exposed in the middle, which shocked everyone.

And Yang Dong's butt hasn't come to the chair yet.

The five thousand catties of Jin senior brother's back suddenly pressed against him, and he fell into a pile of debris, spitting blood.

"Brother Jin!"

"It's unreasonable to fight with us."

"Our Sanxuan Sword Sect is not easy to bully."

The sword cultivator with three attendants, who was only a late sword master, came up angrily.

Yun Mengluo carried the wine jar with a smile, and walked up on lotus feet, like a stroll in the courtyard, grabbed the three of them and poured a sip each, and then threw the wine jar away.

With a bang, the three fell down.

It looked as if she was drunk, but in fact she was injured by the sword energy of her extremely fast strike.

In an instant, five of the eight were injured, and Zhao Xinghua was even more frightened, only then did he realize that he had kicked on an iron plate.

Yang Dong said indifferently: "The great sword master of the Sanxuan Sword Sect is not too powerful. Hey, little girl, I'm going to come to your site to burn, kill, and loot. Why? Don't you deal with me?"

"You, you bastard!" Zhao Xinghua helped his injured senior brother, and hurriedly retreated.

Yang Dong stopped chasing him, and shook his head. He felt that the great sword master of Sanxuan Sword Sect was not too strong, a little worse than Liu Rubing and Hua Guzi, and he felt similar to Qi Tian.

He said to Yunmengluo: "Didn't you say you have friendship with the Wood Spirit Clan? Why did you do it?"

Yunmengluo said angrily: "You've already done it, how can I just watch? Huh, don't I say it? Everyone wins and everyone loses. We are all members of the Muling tribe. Of course I'm on your side. Big deal no Go to Sanxuan Sword Sect."

"No, I still want to go!" Yang Dong became excited, hiccupped, and said, "I thought there would be one or two great sword masters who practiced the Three Profound Sword Technique, but it turned out that they were all little shrimps. I want to go to them." Jianmen will meet real masters."

Yun Mengluo held her cheeks helplessly: "Tsk, you are really..."

(End of this chapter)