Chapter 434: The Weakest Sword Demon in History

After all, the tomb robber was also a practitioner of the Brahma Sea Realm. In front of Yu Shangrong, he could not have any thoughts of resistance at all.

He had only heard the name of the world-famous sword demon in the cultivation world, but he didn't know that the one standing in front of him was Yu Shangrong.

He thought it was some kind of monster that suddenly popped out, and came to claim his life.

He was frightened, frightened beyond measure.

In a state of extreme fear, people lose the ability to move.

This is the case with this grave robber.

He really wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but under the suppression of Yu Shangrong's indifferent expression and momentum, he couldn't open his mouth and could only swallow.

When he raised his head, he found that Yu Shangrong was not looking at him, but looked outside...I don't know what he was thinking.

This is not a ghost, this is a living person hiding in the tomb of Xianhua.

ooh-

The wolves howled through the mountains, through the woods, and over the snow.

The wolf's cry brought his thoughts back.

Yu Shangrong's eyes finally fell on the tomb robber.

He didn't speak.

Instead, he walked in the direction of the tomb robber.

"You...you, who are you?" The tomb robber finally said something.

Yu Shangrong glanced at the four corpses on the ground and continued to walk outside the Xunhua Tomb.

His attention was on the outside sunlight.

Picturesque scenery, warm sunshine like spring.

"Three heads."

Yu Shangrong opened his mouth with a voice like a knife, which was completely opposite to the gentle and elegant character of the past.

The tomb robber didn't dare to be neglected, and turned his head towards the pile of bones in the Xunhua tomb, bang bang bang three times.

Just as he turned back—

The longevity sword still suspended in the tomb of Xianhua,

A flash of brilliance!

call out!

The longevity sword slid across his neck.

Return to Yu Shangrong's scabbard.

The tomb robber's body was stiff in place, his eyes widened, and a bloodstain appeared on his neck.

Just as it was falling down, the stone door of the tomb of Xianhua slowly closed.

Everything goes into darkness.

...

Yu Shangrong raised his head and looked at the wolves sitting and lying on the mountain.

ooh-

The wolf group cried out as a group, and the snowflakes fell from the branches.

Facing the setting sun, Yu Shangrong smiled: "It's you again."

ooh-

"I'm very good."

Ow.

"I'll leave it to you here."

Ow.

"I'll assume you understand."

Yu Shangrong slowly turned around and walked towards the southeast.

creak, creak, creak...

Perhaps it was because he had not enjoyed the feeling of stepping on the snow for a long time, and Yu Shangrong did not walk in the air.

In this way, step by step, through the snow, through the woods, to a mountain.

Yu Shangrong raised his right hand, palm up, and the body of the law appeared.

The Hundred Tribulations Cave Dharma body is suspended in the palm of the hand, there is no golden lotus, only... three full leaves surround and rotate.

The sword demon of the Sanye Yuanshen Tribulation Realm, a practitioner of this realm, Yu Shangrong would not even look at it for a long time in the past.

Weak, very weak, too weak to enter the eye of the law.

The weakest sword demon in history?

Putting away his dharma body, Yu Shangrong walked in the air and came to a high altitude, overlooking the surroundings of Wuxian Mountain.

Looking around, the world is full of snow seas, and there is no end to it.

Yu Shangrong looked to the southeast.

It took him five days to fly all the way from the sapphire altar.

It will take at least ten days to return with Sanye's cultivation base.

It was just such a journey. When he was young, Yu Shangrong, with his uncultivated body and will, traveled through mountains and rivers for several months.

Overlooking the earth.

Yu Shangrong smiled indifferently and flew towards the southeast.

...

The sun sets, and night falls.

Si Wuya, who was thinking about the cave, threw the "mathematical problem" at hand aside, then rubbed his eyes in a dignified manner, sighed and shook his head: "The world is full of wonders. Where did Master come up with these strange things? topic?"

To this day, except for the first two questions and the latter questions, he has not solved a single question.

This makes him not frustrated and irritable.

The moonlight falls into the thinking hole, rustling—

There was a strange sound in the ear.

"Who?"

Si Wuya came to the entrance of the cave and searched with his eyes.

The voice was very hidden, but it was still captured by Si Wuya.

"Internal Breathing Technique?"

Many practitioners, in order to spy on news, will practice some exercises similar to "inner breath". As the name suggests, relying on inward breathing and then restraining the qi, the whole person is a dead person. The duration of the internal breath technique should not be too long, otherwise it will also cause internal injuries. The purpose is to block the perception of the master.

Therefore, in order to prevent spies, the major factions created various formations and barriers.

The inner breath technique is like ordinary people. First of all, it cannot pass the barrier, and then if it touches any formation, it will be caught.

The barrier of Jinting Mountain has long since disappeared.

But in view of the prestige of Motian Pavilion, it is not a place where ordinary rats dare to come up.

Who dares to be so bold?

call!

A figure jumped out from the vines on the right near Siguo Cave.

"Master!"

The first time the figure appeared, he knelt down on one knee towards Si Guodong.

Si Wuya took a closer look and said in surprise, "Ye Zhixing...how could it be you?"

"Shh!"

Ye Zhixing looked left and right, and hurriedly came to Siguo Cave, took out a weapon similar to a dagger, "My subordinate, save you."

"Wait." Si Wuya raised his hand, "Who asked you to come?"

"Sect Master... Time is precious. The seven major factions have already organized an alliance. By then, the entire Jinting Mountain will be bloody. You are here, very dangerous."

Ye Zhixing looked at the surrounding environment, especially after confirming that Si Wuya's cultivation base was sealed, he was even more determined to save him from leaving.

Si Wuya shook his head and said, "You came just in time. Tell us about the situation of the seven major factions."

"Master!"

Ye Zhixing was in a hurry and raised the dagger in his hand.

"Huh?" Si Wuya frowned slightly, "Ye Zhixing."

His voice sank, and he called Ye Zhixing's name with an extremely majestic and imposing order.

Ye Zhixing was stunned.

Si Wuya continued: "Obey the order!"

"Yes." Ye Zhixing felt agitated all over, not daring to do it again.

"After going out, unite with the insiders of the Seven Factions to investigate their cards." Si Wuya said.

"My subordinates obeyed... but, how should my subordinates inform the leader?" Ye Zhixing looked back at the cliff in the dark, and he couldn't climb up every time.

"Fei Shu Mo Tian Pavilion is enough." Si Wuya said.

"Master?"

"I have made up my mind." Si Wuya ordered, "Go down the mountain."

Seeing Si Wuya's expressionless face, Ye Zhixing did not dare to stay any longer, and turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

at the same time.

Standing on a towering tree outside the North Pavilion, Duanmusheng glanced at Siguodong and muttered to himself, "For the sake of the fourth and the eighth, I will spare you once. I hope you can help me. ."

After speaking, Duanmusheng swooped down and landed on the rock halfway up the mountainside. The Bawang Spear slid into the crack of the rock with a pestle, like a mountain god, staying where he was.

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