Not involving clan members, clan relatives...

Who believes it?

What kind of person is your Demon Sword Pavilion? I don’t know at all.

The people from Juman and Xiliang all looked nervous.

"Yan... Master of the Young Master, is there any misunderstanding in the middle?" Shi Zhan frowned, looked at Yan Bingyun and analyzed in a low voice, saying, "We all know very well what the consequences will be for killing the second-generation disciples of the Demon Sword Pavilion. How could you take the world's worst? You will take action against your junior brother Yan Jian in anger. This will not be of any benefit to us."

"Who said there is no benefit?" Yan Chongwu, who saw Shi Zhan still making a sophistry and had already decided that he was the murderer, sneered a few times, accused him with a blank expression, and said, "Maybe it was Senior Brother Jiandu who discovered something against the sky. After you saw it, you committed the murder and robbed the treasure. Isn't this the benefit?"

"After we come out, we must hand over the treasure. What's the point of doing something to kill people and seize treasures in the Immortal Sect?" Shi Zhan snorted and retorted dissatisfiedly.

"What if you hide your things?" Yan Chongwu smiled coldly.

"You..." Shi Zhan was also very angry. He was determined to put the shit on his head. He did not continue to quarrel with Yan Chongwu, but turned his head to look at Yan Bingyun and said lightly, "I believe that the Master Yan Shao Pavilion will make a decision on this kind of thing."

Yan Bingyun ignored him, but looked up at everyone, his face gloomy, and said, "Well, no one admits it?"

Who dares to admit it?

Isn't it because I'm asking for death...

The people from the Juman and Xiliang countries all looked at Yan Bingyun nervously and complained silently in their hearts.

"Our disciples of the Demon Sword Pavilion cannot die in vain." Yan Bingyun shook his head, looked at everyone slowly with cold eyes, and said, "Since no one admits it, the young master of the Pavilion can only kill the wrong person and not let it go. I will pay you guys to junior brother Jiandu to pay for his life."

"Buzz,buzz..."

A sharp sword intent burst out from Yan Bingyun's body instantly, pointing directly at everyone.

Other sword cultivators from the Demon Sword Pavilion.

They also sacrificed their swords one after another.

"So...so strong." Zhao Guoxian swallowed his saliva with a 'gulp' and looked at Yan Bingyun with a palpitation on his face. He found that, with the same cultivation level as the Jiedan Realm, this great disciple of the Demon Sword Pavilion was actually much stronger than their national teacher Luo Yuheng.

"What should I do now?" Luo Yuheng clenched the ancient sword tightly, and his pretty face behind the veil was extremely nervous at this moment. He looked at Ye Xiu without any help, and his palms were sweating. Not to mention whether he could fight against Yan Bingyun and others. Even if he could, if a few more disciples of the Demon Sword Pavilion were killed or injured, they would really have no way out.

The Nascent Soul Realm chased and killed him in person.

Who can escape?

"One... Hundred and Thirty-five, plus the eight dead, that is, one hundred and forty-three..." Ye Xiu counted the heads silently. When he heard Luo Yuheng ask what to do, he didn't care. He just shook his head lightly. Yu Guang glanced at the Puppet Immortal Sect and said, "Don't hurry, wait for him to take action. Anyway, we have few people. If I remember correctly, there should be more than a dozen sword cultivators in the Demon Sword Pavilion, and they didn't come out of the Puppet Immortal Sect."/

What does it mean if you didn't come out...

Are you counting the heads?

Swish!

When Luo Yuheng heard Ye Xiu's muttering, he was not only stunned.

Zhao Guoxian and Qi Wuwei also looked at him with a stunned look on their faces. Thinking of a certain possibility, the two people with only the level of the Grandmaster cultivation instantly felt cold and creepy all over their bodies.

The same is true for Luo Yuheng. Even the veil could hardly cover the shock on her face.

When in the Puppet Immortal Sect.

She could see it.

Ye Xiu was very brave, otherwise he would not have killed those sword cultivators in just a disagreement. One of them was a second-generation disciple of the Demon Sword Pavilion. Not everyone had the courage to do this.

However, she never dreamed that Ye Xiu was so brave.

"You...can't you be so, want to silence all these people, right?" Luo Yuheng widened his eyes and stared at Ye Xiu and asked. She was a little creepy. If this were the case, the 100,000-mile territory around the Demon Sword Pavilion would probably be shocked.

"Don't kill these people, keep them back to inform and send reinforcements?" Ye Xiu looked at her speechlessly. Even if he was not afraid of the old Nascent Soul monsters in the Demon Sword Pavilion, he didn't want to cause trouble for no reason. The highest level is to make a fortune in silence. What's more, even if he doesn't do it, the sword cultivators in the Demon Sword Pavilion will not let them go safely. Take a step back and say that even if he can't destroy the entire amount of resources, he will have to settle the resources. Even if the old Nascent Soul monsters in the Demon Sword Pavilion come to him, at least he can spend a few more slaps to death.

"What realm is you?" Luo Yuheng felt that he was about to collapse and asked unwillingly.

"It should be counted as the innate realm..." Ye Xiu thought about it and replied seriously.

Qi Wuwei was speechless.

He felt his teeth start to hurt again.

What a god's innate realm!

You are in the innate realm, and can you still beat me as a master to the peak of my current appearance?

Zhao Guoxian also remained silent.

I was almost beaten to death by a innate realm, and a black bear demon in the Killing Realm was also hit by a punch from this innate realm and turned into a dead bear. Who would believe this if I say it?

Just in Luo Yuheng, Zhao Guoxian and others were speechless by Ye Xiu's words "Innate Realm". When he didn't know how to answer, Yan Bingyun's patience seemed to have been exhausted. He turned his head and looked at the innate warrior beside Man Jiuli, his face was gloomy and said, "Who did it, say."

"Young Master Yan... I... really don't know." When Yan Bingyun stared at him, the young man's face turned pale in an instant, and he fell to the ground with a "thump" sound, and said with a sad face.

"Since you don't know, then you can die." Yan Bingyun slashed over with a sword.

Puff!

Only a muffled sound was heard.

Nearly a hundred sword intents swept out from him. Before everyone could see clearly what was going on, these sword intents fell on the young man of the Juman Kingdom in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he was removed into a skeleton.

The smell of blood came to your nose.

"How do I feel that the eldest brother's soul trapping sword is even more powerful than my soul-slaying sword... so much?" Yan Chongwu frowned and muttered in a low voice.

"Nonsense, if you are not as powerful as you, then you are the eldest brother." Yan Yunshang said to him, and looked at Yan Bingyun with his eyes lit up and said in a low voice, "It's a pity that although this soul trapping sword is powerful, it kills people too quickly. It's fun to have no soul-slaying sword."

Yan Chongwu: "..."

With one sword, I will turn a person into a skeleton?

These people from Juman Kingdom have long been shocked.
Chapter completed!