Luo Yuheng had a gloomy face, looked at these sword cultivators coldly without saying a word...

There is no intention of interfering.

He watched coldly, that's what he said.

And these sword cultivators didn't seem to take Luo Yuheng seriously and walked straight over.

He looked at Ye Xiu's hand with a greedy look...

"Are you an ancient painting?"

"Hehe, the things of the Immortal Sect are not too bad, right? I didn't expect that there was something in this broken practice hall." Many people were thinking and had a great jealousy.

"Senior Brother Jiandu, is this thing really a treasure?" A young sword cultivator frowned and looked at the only master among the people. His face was full of suspicion. With his eyesight, he could not tell at all.

What is the difference between this painting?

Very ordinary...

It's an ordinary scroll.

No breath spread.

Even magic weapons are not even considered magic weapons!

What to do...

"Your kid's eyesight has to be practiced again. What does it mean to be a treasure?" Yan Jian snorted, looked at Ye Xiu slowly with a cold eyes, and said, "The practice hall is destroyed, this thing is still complete.

It is not damaged, and this alone can be concluded that the painting in his hand, even if it is not the treasure of the Immortal Sect, is of extraordinary material."

"If you don't want to die, just hand over the painting." Yan Jian even drew out the long sword with a buzzing sound, and looked at Ye Xiu with murderous intention. Hua, he was going to settle down, unless Yan Bingyun came here in person, otherwise, who would,

It's useless to plead, and it's not a fault for taking the lead. According to the rules of the Demon Sword Pavilion, as long as the painting was found by himself, no matter who ended up falling into his hands, he could get a share of the pie. If Ye Xiushang gave it to Yan

Bingyun, that has nothing to do with him, and this account is easy to settle.

"I promised Master Yan, you are a forceful person." Ye Xiu frowned and said slowly.

"Why, I want to use the senior brother to suppress us?" Yan Jian sneered a few times, looked at Ye Xiu's mocking, and said, "What do you agree with me have to do with me? How to explain it? That's it yourself.

What's more, we saw this painting first, you just picked it up first, everyone said, right?"

"No...yes."

"It's what Senior Brother Jiandu saw first."

"I testify!"

"I can testify too..."

"Steal the painting."

“…”

These sword cultivators became more and more excited as they shouted, and they almost drew their swords and slashed people.

Yan Jiandu also chuckled lightly, looking at Ye Xiu with a hint of pride on his face.

You just want to fight me...

"The people from the Demon Sword Pavilion are really disgusting." Luo Yuheng couldn't stand it anymore. His face behind the veil looked at Yan Jian with disgust and sneered.

Hearing the word "disgusting", Yan Jiandu's face suddenly became cold. The sword intent was raging. He stared at her and warned, "Luo Yuheng, you can scold me. If you involve the Demon Sword Pavilion, I'm afraid.

You can't bear the anger of Master and others. Don't think that the Killing Dan Realm is so great. In our Demon Sword Pavilion, the Killing Dan is just that."

Luo Yuheng was choked very hard.

The pretty face is cold.

The back grooves were almost broken, but they had no choice but to use these sword cultivators, and they could not even refute. The Demon Sword Pavilion is indeed very powerful. There are several people in the Nascent Soul Realm alone. They killed these people, with her current strength,

I can't bear the anger of the Demon Sword Pavilion.

"Haha, are all the people in Zhou Wu Dynasty so backbone?" Seeing that Ye Xiu had no reaction and was unmoved, Yan Jian also showed a warm and angry look on his face. Although he was in the Demon Sword Pavilion, he was in the Demon Sword Pavilion.

Not Yan Bingyun is powerful, not as favored as Yan Yunshang, but he is still a second-generation disciple, and he is barely considered a top-notch. He looked at Ye Xiu with cold eyes: "I have limited patience. If I don't hand over the painting, don't blame me for not

Give face to Master Luo.”

"So, there is no need to discuss it?" Ye Xiu sighed and looked at him helplessly.

"What are you discussing? Will you hide this painting and bring it back to Zhou Wuchao?" Yan Jian said with a cold smile.

"I don't want to kill someone yet, why bother?" Ye Xiu shook his head, his eyes suddenly cold. Before Yan Jian could react, he reached out and grabbed his neck, his five fingers formed claws, and pinched with a "snake" sound

He was lifted up on his neck in an instant.

"What do you... want to do? I am a disciple of the Demon Sword Pavilion..." Yan Jian's face changed wildly, and he looked at Ye Xiu in horror. His neck was pinched and his face turned purple. However, he was the most

What was frightened was that in the other party's hand, he had no room for struggle. The shadow of death enveloped him, making him tremble uncontrollably.

"What is the Demon Sword Pavilion?" Ye Xiu Leng snorted, not caring about his threat at all. With a little force on his hand, he easily twisted his neck. After throwing it out, he turned to look at the rest.

The sword cultivator was cold and said, "And you, don't be disciples of the Demon Sword Pavilion in the next life, it's bad luck..."

Bang bang bang bang!

Killings broke out.

It's just one punch.

Once Yan Jian died, the strongest sword cultivators were the innate realm. In front of Ye Xiu, let alone fighting back, it was considered that they could escape from their ancestral tomb.

"Ah, ah..." screams kept coming.

Unilateral massacre.

In the blink of an eye, there were already five sword cultivators who died on the spot. The remaining two were a little farther apart. Seeing this scene, their faces turned pale.

"Sword... Is Senior Brother dead? Go and inform the Senior Brother." Before Ye Xiu could approach, the Jian Xiu, who was standing by the door, took two steps, turned around and escaped.

"Luo Yuheng, leave the person behind." Ye Xiu's face changed slightly. It was not time to turn against the people of the Demon Sword Pavilion, so naturally the sword cultivator could not escape.

Now he turned against him.

Who will help me plunder the Immortal Sect?

Luo Yuheng, who had been stunned when he heard Ye Xiu's words "Leave people behind", woke up and even ignored his voice, Luo Yuheng, sacrificed the ancient sword, and slashed at the escaped sword cultivator.

Go past.

Take action in the Killing Realm.

How could a mere innate warrior resist it? Only a muffled sound of Luo Yuheng's ancient sword passed by, and the sword cultivator's body fell straight down.

The head was about ten meters away.

The remaining sword cultivator was two steps slowing down, and he died at Ye Xiu's hands without even stepping out of the door of the practice hall.

“…”

"What... what's going on? It seems like it's from the Demon Sword Pavilion..." Zhao Guoxian and Qi Wuwei, who had not yet walked away, were stunned after seeing this scene, and their bodies were as if they were filled with lead.

I was at a loss when I was still there.

The people from the Demon Sword Pavilion were killed.

This is no trivial matter.

Instead, the sky collapsed.

"Who... did it?" Zhao Guoxian's throat trembled, and he swallowed with a trembling voice, saying.

"It seems to be the sword of the national teacher." Qi Wuwei said in surprise.

"This is what you said, it's not my business." Zhao Guoxian looked at him sideways and instantly drew a clear line.

"Zhao Guoxian, do you want to cheat me?" Qi Wuwei said in a creepy manner and glared at him.

"Haha, what are you cheating on you? I haven't seen anything anyway." Zhao Guoxian said lightly.

"I didn't see it either." Qi Wuwei said with a tough bullet.

"You said it, I heard it." Zhao Guoxian shook his head and said.

Qi Wuwei's mouth twitched, turned his head, looked at Zhao Guoxian with scarlet eyes and gritted his teeth, and said, "Old Zhao, did you give birth to a son without py..."

"He has it, I've seen it." The old god of Zhao State said.
Chapter completed!