Wang Hong promised Guan Pojun a year, but after slaughtering the dragon, he first formed a pill, and then was busy digesting Longyuan, and had no intention of dealing with Japan, so he didn't know how to deal with Pojun.

Wuming was slightly stunned. Before he could speak, Jianhui frowned and asked, "Who is he?"

For others, it has been more than twenty years since Wuming and Pojun fought, but Jianhui only slept for a night. He is still the Jianhui who is biased in protecting his son!

"Old guy, please put your attitude better. I don't care about you for your sake. Don't think that you can do this and are qualified to be with me."

Although Wang Hong has a good temper usually, he doesn't want to pay attention to him when he encounters a trap like Jianhui.

For the sake of his own selfishness, this old guy not only destroyed the Sword Sect, but also caused the Central Plains martial arts world to decline for a whole generation.

Otherwise, let alone those unreasonable Japanese bosses in the later stage, just Jue Wushen and the Emperor, how can they be qualified to invade the Central Plains?

Jianhui was so angry that Wang Hong said that, and as soon as she wanted to get up and teach this kid a lesson, Wuming pressed her down with one hand.

Jianhui, who was seriously dissatisfied with Wuming's attitude, immediately struggled with all his strength, and even wanted to draw out the sword on his side.

But no matter how much he made a fuss, he could not break free. His rare sword in the world was shocked by the sky sword, as if it had rust. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull out the sheath.

Wang Hong was too lazy to pay attention to them, and he dragged Dugu Yifang out while talking casually.

"What I promised you was done, and what to do later is your own business. I will take this guy to the Sword Saint first."

Although Dugu Yifang was a little confused, he found that he could not resist Wang Hong at all. And when he heard that he was going to the Sword Saint, he followed him out of the ice cave honestly.

"Who are you? We have seen it before?" Dugu Yifang couldn't help asking when he was far away from Wuming and the Sword Saint.

"Come on, I can't explain who I am in a word or two. When I see your elder brother, let him explain to you. Don't resist later. I'll take you to the Sword Saint."

After Wang Hong said that, he pulled Dugu Yifang and instantly teleported to Jianyuan in the desert.

The Sword Saint has digested the dragon blood in his hand. Although he has not yet fully entered the fourth level, he can truly become a powerful man in the heavenly beings after more than half a year.

With his style of Sword Twenty-three, which was enough to kill the enemy above the level, the Sword Saint had no scruples and went straight back to the sword house in the desert.

When he saw Wang Hong and Dugu Yifang, the Sword Saint did not take care of his younger brother first, but instead said to Wang Hong.

"Since you have killed Di Shitian, then the Demon Lord will leave it to me."

It would be fine if I didn’t have the strength to deal with these celestial beings before, but now I am soon entering that realm. The Sword Saint naturally wants to avenge Wushuang City.

Wang Hong shook his head and persuaded, "The Demon Lord is not easy to deal with. She is different from other gods. Her physical and mental power are extremely powerful, and her methods are strange and unpredictable. Head-on fighting may be weaker, but it is not that easy for you to completely kill her."

If the Sword Saint wants to kill the immortal god, there is indeed great hope for relying on the Sword Twenty-Three of the Heavenly Realm.
Chapter completed!