These twelve people, respectively the sect masters of the eight major sects of Japan and the heads of the four major families, have always been respected by others. When did they receive such contempt and insult? All of them were furious, their eyes filled with anger and murderous intent, locked on Xiao On Ling.

"Junior, please stop using your words. You are a person from China who came to seize our three great artifacts. Even if you talk nonsense, you can't save your life." A grandmaster also took off his long sword and said, I am already eager to give it a try and have the intention to start at any time.

"I didn't expect you to see it. It turns out you are not all stupid." Xiao Ling still looked carefree and didn't take these twelve people seriously.

Yes, these twelve people all have the skills of a first-generation grandmaster, but how many times has he fought against such masters? Among the Five Mountains and Four Monsters, the Five Different Formations of the Shenzhou, the Blood Demon, and the Earth Demon Star Lord, which one does not have the strength of a first-generation grandmaster? If he goes all out, with his current strength, it is not impossible for Earth Demon Star Lord to fall to the ground and die within two moves. And the strength of these twelve people is slightly inferior to Qianhe, and the strongest top Taya was on par with Qianzuru, so they really couldn't catch his eye. If he hadn't been worried about Ichika being able to protect Sakura, he would have killed them one by one.

"Stop talking nonsense. You don't want to walk out of Qianhe Temple alive today. Show your weapons." The sect leader who had already taken off the long sword pulled out the long sword and pointed at him from a distance.[

"If you want me to show my sword, you are not qualified yet." Xiao Ling was arrogant and arrogant, without even glancing at the two swords or two people.

"Don't think you can escape this way. If you don't use weapons, we won't let you go." He repeatedly challenged the bottom line of tolerance with his arrogant attitude. These twelve people have already I wish I could kill Xiao Ling right away. However, as a first-generation master, you still have to hit him when greeting him. This is called demeanor, and there is another name called pretentiousness.

"If you insist on me using my sword, it's not impossible, but you have to pay the price of trusting me." An evil and cold smile appeared at the corner of Xiao Ling's lips.

"What price?" The sect leader thought he was bluffing and said nonchalantly.

"The price is your life." Before Xiao Ling finished speaking, Xi He Jian was already in his hand. He did not say hello, but unexpectedly, the figure rushed out quickly, and Xi He Jian waved at the sect leader who had been talking to him.

As the leader of a sect, that sect leader naturally has his own merits. A master who has cultivated to such a level has five senses and six senses that are far more sensitive than ordinary people, and is naturally very vigilant. Xiao Ling moved quickly, but Xi He The sword made waves in the air, startling him. When he was startled, Xi He's sword was already approaching. Without thinking, he immediately dodged and swung his long sword to block Xiao Ling's sword.

"Zheng!"

The sound of two swords clashing caused the murderous aura that had been suppressed by Shen Chen to explode instantly. As soon as they moved, the other eleven people also drew their swords and prepared to take action.

However, Xiao Ling just stopped with one blow and did not pursue. He immediately retreated, stood with his sword in a graceful manner, and said coldly: "I said, your so-called sword is just an unsightly piece of scrap metal, and you still Don’t believe it?”

Looking at the sect leader again, he was indeed safe and sound, but the sword with the cold light in his hand had been broken into pieces, leaving only the hilt.

Chizuru and Takeda Nozomi, who were sitting calmly, changed their expressions one after another. The latter didn't expect that Xiao Ling was almost the same age as him, but his martial arts skills were already so incredible, and he was a little worried. As for the former, she had already fought against Xiao Ling, and she didn't know that it was him. His strength was quite surprising because he was still so young. However, now she knows that he did not use his real strength at all yesterday. She originally thought that the twelve first-class masters he found would be able to cause him a certain impact. Trouble, but she seemed too objective and underestimated him.

What shocked her even more was the long sword in Xiao Ling's hand. She had long heard from Toyotomi Shangwu that Xiao Ling had a peerless sword, but she didn't care at first, thinking it was just like the so-called Zongzong of some sects. It's a level one treasure, and compared to the Pheasant Sword, it's not worth mentioning at all.

However, he just made the leader of the Nichiren Sect break his sword with a casual wave. How can such a sword be ordinary? He was able to break the sword of the Nichiren Sect leader. Internal strength and sword edge accounted for half of the reason. Compared with this sword, , the swords worn by the eight sect leaders are indeed made of scrap metal.

This sword can indeed be compared with the Pheasant Sword.

However, she couldn't tell which famous historical sword it was.

Qianhe looked at the Xihe sword in Xiao Ling's hand with burning eyes. Xiao Ling glanced at the twelve masters whose cheeks turned discolored with contempt, raised the sword and put it on his shoulder, and sneered: "Didn't I say it? Broken!" Copper and rotten iron are just rotten copper and rotten iron, and I have no right to let me use the sword. You should all attack together, it would be a waste of everyone's time to do it one by one."

"You..." The twelve masters were all furious with him. When had they ever been so slighted? Although they were surprised by the power of his sword just now, they were so angry that they had no time to worry too much and raised their swords one after another. They shouted in unison, "Okay, since you have this request, we will grant it to you. It is better to obey than to be respectful."

"Please!" Xiao Ling put the Xihe sword on the ground and said like a British gentleman.

Sakura's eyebrows are curved, and the corners of her mouth are constantly smiling. This guy is arrogant and arrogant at one moment, and extremely polite and gentlemanly at the next. I really can't understand him.[

Twelve figures moved at the same time, moving quickly. Eleven sword shadows and one palm print surrounded Xiao Ling from five directions: front, back, left, right, and up.

With one blow that combined the power of twelve people, sand and rocks flew on the ground, dust flew up, and the sound of the collision of infuriating energy was like rolling thunder, and the sound was astonishing. Xiao Ling's expression did not change, and Xi He's sword struck, as if there was a thousand pounds of suction force, it stuck to the person facing him. The three thrusting swords were thrown to the side, and the three swords were moved to the right. These three swords were used to block the two swords on the right for him. At the same time, he turned along his toes and rolled up a hurricane. He deflected the three swords at the back and sent them to the left, blocking the three swords on the left for him. At the same time, he used his left hand to slap the top of his head and met the head of the Nichiren Sect.

At the end of the round, the leader of the Nichiren Sect turned over and jumped away. When he landed on the ground, he staggered back three steps. The other eleven people, as if there was an internal conflict, blocked their own long shots for Xiao Ling. With the sword, twelve people struck together and declared failure.

"Please continue." Xiao Ling's smile was so dazzling that it made the twelve masters furious.

Below, Xiao Ling and the twelve masters were indistinguishable. Here, Qianhe looked at Xiao Ling who subverted her imagination. A complicated light flashed in her eyes, and she said thoughtfully: "Miss Qianye, this How does Mr. Xiao Ling's martial arts rank among China's?"

Sakura was stunned. This Chizuru seemed to have a certain understanding of her details. Could it be that Takeda Nozomi told her again? How much did he reveal to him? Sakura glanced at Takeda Nozomi coldly and smiled. : "I don't know about this, but he is only an outstanding disciple of the younger generation of the Sixiang family. Presumably, among the older generation of the Sixiang family, there are many who have higher martial arts skills than him."

Qianhe looked at her with a smile, shook his head and said: "Even the Sixiang family doesn't have many masters like this. Although he is a disciple of the younger generation, among the twelve great masters, which one is not a master of the older generation? ?Martial arts does not depend on seniority. I wonder why Miss Chiba said this?"

Sakura looked away at Xiao Ling and said, "I just said what I was thinking."

Qianzuru held her cheek in her hand and said calmly: "I think there is only one person in our Izumo Kingdom who can defeat such an extraordinary genius. I believe that there are not many people in China who can defeat him, and they will There were fewer and fewer, until finally, there was no one left.”

Sakura nodded slightly, she absolutely agreed with this.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides had fought for more than twenty years. Twelve masters were fighting each other. Xiao Ling could not even touch his clothes. He seemed to be playing a game with them and did not look at them at all.

"I've let you play for so long, it's enough. It's time for me to play." Xiao Ling's cold voice sounded, and then, he swung away the three swords in front of him with one sword, and swept out of the encirclement with his steps in the wind, moving quickly Turning around, there were two swords chasing after him. He stretched out his left hand, and a wall of true energy formed in front of him to block the two swords. The two swords could not penetrate even half a point, and he spat out the force of his palm, and the two long swords were broken into several pieces. , the remaining force shook them back again and again.

Xiao Lingxi swiped his sword over his head, and the two swords stabbing his head were also cut off. The sword energy scratched the chests of the two sect leaders above him, and blood spattered.

In front of him, two more long swords were chasing him. Xiao Ling sneered and sarcastically said, "You're asking for humiliation." He didn't dodge, and allowed the two long swords to stab him on both sides of the chest.

The two sect leaders finally stabbed him, and they couldn't help but look happy and grin. However, before they could be happy for a second, they realized something was wrong and couldn't laugh anymore. Their swords seemed to be piercing a steel plate, and they couldn't pierce at all. Half a point forward.

"You clowns, how can you have any room for arrogance in front of my ancient Chinese martial arts?" Xiao Lingxi waved his sword, and both swords were broken. He made a palm move with his left hand, and the bodies of the two sect masters flew backwards like grass. Blood spurted out in mid-air.

Xiao Ling's figure swept forward, leaving an afterimage on the spot, followed by a flash of sword light, dazzling.

After a moment, the sword energy dissipated, and Xiao Ling had stopped moving. He stood with his sword in hand. The long sword was not stained with blood. Looking at the remaining six people, five swords were broken, two were slightly injured, two were seriously injured, and two were seriously injured. He fell to the ground, blood was flowing out, and his life or death was uncertain. However, it was estimated that even if he was not dead now, he would not be able to survive for long.

Qianhe stood up in shock. The defeat of these twelve people was inevitable, but she did not expect that they would be defeated so quickly and completely. Xiao Ling fought back, but with just a few moves, they were all defeated. . Moreover, they didn't even have a chance to fight back. They couldn't even hurt a hair on Xiao Ling's head.

"You've humiliated yourself and dared to say such arrogant words, bah!" Xiao Ling spat out a mouthful of saliva unceremoniously. The saliva shot out like a gun, hitting the head of the Pure Land Sect who was about to get up right in the face. "Pa" With a sound, he lay back obediently.
Chapter completed!