The Heavenly Ranking is a list that records all the powerful people in the Heaven-reaching Realm in the five directions, with a total of one hundred.

There are eight Tongtian Realm masters in Xuanzhou Qingming Sword Pavilion alone, and the total number of Tongtian Realm experts in the entire Five Directions Region is more than a hundred.

Anyone who can reach the top of the Heavenly Ranking is a person with extraordinary talent and unparalleled fighting power.

Even if he is only at the bottom, he is already at the top of the list.

Lin Mang's previous actions were so shocking that he had this doubt.

The meeting hall was quiet.

Several corpses on the ground were bleeding, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The three elders of Qingming Sword Pavilion were in complicated moods, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Where did the master of the pavilion invite this guest?

Zhong Yuanhu and the other three are arrogant, but how can they compare to this one?

It was just a matter of killing a few guest ministers. In front of all their elders, he openly killed the second elder of Jiange. Is there anything more unscrupulous than this?

Although they are old, they have also been in the world of martial arts, and they can naturally see the indifference and casualness with which this person kills people.

Especially the evil spirit and murderous intention that emitted in that moment cannot be developed overnight.

——The Great Elder of Xuanyuan Sword Sect, Wu Qixiu!

Everyone was shocked and looked at the remaining wooden boxes in the hands of the remaining disciples.

Even if Qingming Sword Pavilion really loses today, it doesn't matter.

He knew very well that once they were really defeated, Xuanyuan Sword Sect would not be able to let them leave Xuanzhou easily.

Shen Xuyang suddenly changed color.

"The rules set by the Xuanyuan Sword Sect are for competitions between people of different realms. In addition to competitions between disciples, there are also competitions between Tongtian realms."

Su Lie smiled coldly and looked up at the retreating figures of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect with sarcasm in his eyes.

At this moment, an old man with a white beard wearing a white robe rose into the sky and said loudly: "Everyone, thanks to the respect of Sword Master Shen and Pavilion Master Su, I have been invited to preside over this competition."

Looking at the two escaping people, Lin Mang raised his hand, and his true energy condensed in his palm.

The remaining two Xuanyuan Sword Sect elders had a hint of panic in their eyes and turned around to leave.

The sword energy is everywhere!

Lin Mang smiled coldly, put down the tea cup in his hand, and said coldly: "I have never been in the habit of following rules."

Many people looked at each other and talked softly.

How could he not recognize it!

The Four Monsters of Poisonous Miasma have disappeared from the world for nearly ten years, almost out of everyone's sight. Unexpectedly, they joined the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

At this moment, the battle in the field has begun.

Ambergris Palm!

"Moo!"

"Leave no one behind!"

Su Wenyan has a very high prestige among the disciples of Qingming Sword Pavilion.

In fact, outsiders don't know that this grudge originally started with an abandoned disciple of Qingming Sword Pavilion.

Sima Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Su Lie, and said quietly: "Pavilion Master Su, what do you mean by this?"

Regarding the grievances between the two factions, many people in the Xuanzhou arena are aware of it.

draw?

After the people from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect went up the mountain, many people from the Jianghu came from all directions.

A group of people from Qingming Sword Pavilion came in a fierce manner, their swords stained with blood.

But everyone knows that the competition between the disciples is just an appetizer, and the real highlight is the battle between the Tongtian realm.

Sima Xuan's eyes fell on Lin Mang, and he frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The disciples behind Su Lie showed dissatisfaction and glared at the Xuanyuan Sword Sect members angrily.

Sima Xuan sat on the chair, bowing his head and saying nothing.

"Let's go up the mountain."

Those who can come to watch the battle are all people with status and status in Xuanzhou, and there are many in the Tongtian realm.

Su Wenyan sneered and said, "No need to look for it, my father is not here."

Su Lie looked unkind and said coldly: "It's okay, Sword Master Shen, please go up the mountain."

Su Wenyan was distracted for a moment.

After people from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect walked out, everyone in the venue looked at each other and started talking in low voices.

At the foot of Qingming Mountain, Su Lie led a group of disciples down the mountain, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Sword Master Shen, we are far away, but we still look forward to Haihan."

Wu Qixiu's expression changed drastically.

"Do you still have a choice now?"

This is also the reason why he repeatedly gave in.

Veins suddenly popped up on both sides of Su Lie's forehead, and anger surged in his heart. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly: "I'm afraid it's too early for Sword Master Shen to say this?"

Although Shen Xuyang brought many elite disciples and guests to Qingming Sword Pavilion, there were still many disciples left in the Xuantian Sword Sect, and there were even three elders to guard them.

Since the situation cannot be changed, it is better to try and give it a try.

"How come the people from Jiange are here?"

Lin Mang said lightly: "Qingming Sword Pavilion, guest!"

She has also experienced fighting in the world, and has killed people, but for some reason, she actually felt a chill at this moment.

Everyone in the venue was suddenly shocked.

Su Lie shouted angrily: "Shen Xuyang, what do you mean?"

Shen Xuyang said calmly: "What is Pavilion Master Su talking about? What are the four poisonous miasma monsters?"

To be honest, the two factions have been fighting for a long time, but they have never fought like this before, and they are somewhat uncomfortable.

When he went out to travel, he encountered four monsters from the poisonous miasma and killed two of them, but allowed two of them to escape.

Su Lie sighed: "Brother Lin, this Xuanyuan Sword Sect..."

At this time, Lin Mang walked over slowly and unhurriedly.

"How could you talk to Pavilion Master Su like this? Apologize to Pavilion Master Su immediately."

Not long after, Sima Xuan announced the start of a new competition.

Although they had no power to fight back in Lin Mang's hands, their strength was not weak.

Many disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect turned around and ran away.

Shen Xuyang frowned slightly.

Suddenly, an exclamation came from the crowd. A disciple of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect pointed at Su Wenyan and said loudly: "Elder, he is Su Wenyan!"

The elder of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect behind him snorted coldly, without any intention of apologizing.

The vast finger strength flows between the fingers, exuding an aura like an abyss.

Fang Nanxing lifted the fourth elder's head and looked at Su Lie provocatively.

Su Lie was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "Yan'er?"

Not only the people of Xuanyuan Sword Sect, but also the disciples of Qingming Sword Pavilion looked at Lin Mang with shock on their faces.

"Don't they want to compete?"

…

As the daughter of the master of Qingming Sword Pavilion, Su Wenyan is quite famous in Xuanzhou.

Because Lin Mang did what he always wanted to do but didn't dare to do.

Inside the wooden box, there was a head with blood on its face and angry eyes.

A pair of eyebrows are black and long, and the eyes are like wolves and tigers.

"No matter whether they are disciples of Qingming Sword Pavilion or not, if they dare to break into our Xuantian Sword Sect, I will make them regret it."

A group of people from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect arrived at the foot of Qingming Mountain.

Hearing this, he first glanced at Shen Xuyang, and then said calmly: "This matter was indeed handled by Sword Master Shen."

Today is bound to be a battle between dragons and tigers.

This is the real trouble.
To be continued...