Chapter 195 Hold the Sword

When the deputy suzerains inquired, only three deputy suzerains were like thunder and fire bursting and overturning the river. They couldn't wait to send the news back to the sect for the suzerain to decide! At the same time, he looked at Jinyang and immediately withdrew his eyes. In this way, the remaining six deputy patriarchs looked at Jinyang and stepped forward slowly. At the moment of the underworld, the ancient sword stood on the hall.

The six deputy suzerains, only the deputy suzerain of the vast ten swordsmanships, stared at Jinyang with sharp eyes as if to tear him apart. At the same time, the deputy suzerain of the Emperor and Demon Sect, who was squeezed into the second place by Jinyang Ginza, flashed a trace of excitement in his eyes. He seemed to know the Mingzong very well. What is puzzling that if others were either frightened or retreated, and hardly competed with it, only he flashed a trace of excitement and was buried deeply buried in his heart, like I don't see Jinyang.

Looking at Ginza, which is only ten feet away from him, Jin Yang knew that this time was the time when they chose their position. If they didn't want to be opposite to Mingzong, he withdrew his eyes early and waited for those emerging sects to live with Mingzong!

In the silent starry sky, there seems to be Jinyang left, looking up at the deputy patriarchs on Ginza, like puppets, sitting upright and staring angrily.

Step by step, silently, quietly stepped into the hall, the starlight fell on him, and Jin Yang's heart was as calm as water.

However, the deputy suzerain of the sword on Ginza was extremely uneasy. The ten sects seemed to become the eleven sects in the hands of this teenager and gritted his teeth. No matter what those people care about, he only knows that the vast ten swordsmanships have gone through a lot of hardships to become a sect on the clouds. It is absolutely not allowed to appear the eleven under his indulgence.

So, it's a shame, patriarch, and a kendo pioneer who fought to death!

"I'll pass first!"

With a saturation, the sword hatred jumped up, and his fierce eyes swept between Jinyang's neck, ten fingers moved together, and the invisible sword spirit crossed the hall.

"Roar!"

The moment of the underworld waved repeatedly, and the water could not be poured in, and the universe mirror was even more bitterly supported.

With less than three breaths, a mouthful of golden blood spewed out.

"Is that all?" Looking coldly, high above, full of disdain, holding the sword, standing still, looking up at the sword that came towards him step by step, the black robe looked a little horrible.

"With this ability, do you still want to sit on an equal footing with me?"

Jian Hianping smiled and his face turned pale, and his dark pupils enlarged in front of Jin Yang's face. Even his breath could be heard, and a little breath blew on Jin Yang's neck, as if he were watching a work of art.

With the sword, Jinyang, who did not move, arched up hard. His eyes were swollen and cold, and the silent pressure of the sword fell on his heart. Except for the innate oppression, he could not shake his spiritual will at all.

"Why can't I sit on an equal footing with you?" Jin Yang suddenly opened his mouth and looked forward to his answer, even with his eyes wide open.

Jin Yang's change did not fall in Jian Hate Ping's eyes. He flashed his color, raised his foot, kicked Jin Yang's stomach, and did not kill him. Today, even if the Heavenly King came, he would humiliate him and kill Jin Yang again.

"Any storm, even if it is attacked by Shenxiao Daozong, you should do it!" Jian Hate said secretly in his heart, and even wanted to have a vigorous war, destroy one or two sects of the same level, establish absolute prestige, and let the world know that the vast ten swordsmanship is not an upstart in the eyes of those people!

I don't have much strength, just to make Jin Yang ugly.

"I don't know that the garbage sects that come out there only coexist with those so-called sects."

In a word, there was a smile in the eyes of Jian Hate standing on the hall, but he was paying attention to the deputy suzerains whose faces changed slightly and their breath fluctuated. Only Dao Yizhuo's face remained unchanged, but his eyes gradually became sharp.

Jian Heping bent down, stretched out his white fingers, picked his chin, and looked at Jin Yang's hard and calm face. The smile in his eyes gradually enlarged.

"You said, yes or no?"

As soon as Jian Heping finished speaking, as if he hated theangness of Jinyang, he immediately got up, stood straight, swished, turned around and looked at the many deputy suzerains on Ginza and shouted, "You said yes or not!"

A huge roar shook the void, and with a bang, Jinyang was overwhelmed to the ground!

"Ten sects of the League, are you here to find fault with the vast ten swords?" Sitting in the first place, Dao Yizhu opened his mouth slowly, without anger or doubt.

Jian Hate suddenly laughed and raised his hand, as if poking Dao Yizhuo's spine, and couldn't wait to insert him to death with one finger.

"The vast ten swordsmanships! The vast ten swordsmanship--!!"

"Ten Swords!"

"Ten Swords--!!"

The sad voice suddenly rose, and the sword hatred was full of anger, and he almost went to fight to the death!

The ghost cried and howled, and the deputy suzerains in Ginza were silent and didn't say anything. They all understood the meaning of Jian Hate Ping. How many swords still exist now?

"It is necessary to rule the continent, and the fallen predecessors can only be remembered." Dao Yizhuo opened his mouth again, as if to state a fact, and he didn't even look at the sword.

When Jian Hian heard the words, his burning anger was simply more than the hatred of killing his wife and children. However, when he heard this, he calmed down in an instant and quietly looked at the vice masters on Ginza. His dark eyes were like the low sound of hell.

"In that case, he died here. My vast ten swordsmanship disdains such people standing in the same hall!"

Calm and scary, without any emotional fluctuations, the invisible sword spirit enveloped him, and the vast sword spirit rising to the sky went straight into the depths of the starry sky to dispel all obstacles.

Jinyang, who rushed to the ground, stood up slowly with his sword and looked at the man who looked at the sharp sword, and his lips trembled slightly: Dao Yizhuo, why don't you do it?"

The quiet and strange Jinyang, holding the moment of the underworld.

As soon as Jin Yang said this, everyone was immediately shocked and looked at Dao Yizhuo. Did they secretly say that the two had formed an alliance?

Silently, Dao Yizhuo, who sat on it, changed his face. Just as he was about to take action, the sword also moved. The action is a vast sword spirit, endless. While standing behind him under the pressure, he raised the moment of the underworld fiercely.

Time and space seemed to pause for a moment. No one thought that a blade could not talk about a sharp sword, and the tip of the sword cut open the flat skin of the sword. With a click, the space is like a mirror, fragmented and scattered to the ground.

"Ant!" In an instant, endless swords rushed to the position where Jin Yang stood. The crazy sword hated Ping and swept the breath of contempt to Jinyang. The next moment, the pupils of all the deputy patriarchs dilated, and a picture of sword hatred withered flashed in their eyes. Jinyang, who was standing there, has long disappeared.

Hu, Hu, Hu—

Jin Yang, who gasped sharply, still thought at that moment, the silent law of fate pried a trace of trajectory, and a trace of light suddenly appeared in the dark world. The clumsy self in the eyes of the three immortals actually touched him.

Touch means death!

Jin Yang, who was gasping for breath, did not turn around and did not move. He just fixed it in place. In an instant, there was a trace of horror in Dao Yizhuo's eyes that pulled him away. At the moment of his action, he only wanted to protect Jin Yang's safety. He didn't want to move stagnantly and cross the sword.

In the silent hall, the falling starlight became cold at this moment, and all the deputy suzerains were thinking about the power of that moment?

"Is there anything else?"

Jinyang, who broke the silence and stood upright, turned around and stood, with his back to his own Ginza, the sect on the clouds, and the symbol of the deputy patriarch!

"Since there is no, my Pluto sect has stood side by side with each sect since then." The slippery blood soaked in his hands, which was the blood of the sword, and there was no time to breathe. The mana was exhausted, the life withered, and the baby-sized body was completely covered by the black robe and fell into the eyes of those deputy patriarchs. It was murderous, bold, and a little numb.

jumped up step by step, and the underworld in his hand did not relax at all. The mana instantly drained his body and gave birth to a faint mana again, blessing on him.

The quiet hall, the nine deputy suzerains, the undercurrent is turbulent. It can't be said that at the moment he was about to sit down, someone bombarded him with thunder without mercy!

One breath.

Two breaths.

Jin Yang's heart thumped, and when he kept jumping, he always felt a grim breath entangled. It can't be said that the next moment, it was blood killing! At the moment of the underworld, the immortals of the three worlds died in his hands, like slaughtering dogs. The body of the sacred weapon, even if there is no divine power, can still kill people quickly.

Until the third breath, the viciousness that could not find the source did not take action.

Three feet, two feet, one foot...

When Jin Yang, who was slightly happy, was about to step on it, a sound sounded behind him. A hot air wave directly washed him down on Ginza. His blood fluttered, his chest vomited, his mouthful of blood spewed out, and the broken internal organs splashed out. The exquisite patterns on Ginza are dyed bright red.

"Demon Sect." Dao Yizhuo's voice rang, and then there was no sound.

The deputy patriarch of the Emperor Demon Sect, headed by Jinyang, neither defended nor took action again. He just sat there quietly and just acted as if it were not his action.

Jinyang, sitting quietly on Ginza, directly in this world, sacrificed the world of holy light and extract the power of immortal Taoist soldiers.

The hall fell silent again, and the patriarchs seemed to have not seen such magical power as the Holy Light World. Collect your consciousness and wait for Jin Yang to adjust his breath.