Daming: Let you supervise the country according to the order, and you go to cultivate immortals?

Chapter 230
Standing in the wind, holding a Qing Cang sword.

At this moment, Zhu Xiongying became the focus of everyone's eyes.

With one word, the whole audience fell into dead silence.

And after a while, the sound of laughter came from the mouths of the ghosts around Hei Lian. The laughter was mocking, and they all raised their hands to the wise Zhu Xiongying, laughing wildly and contemptuously.

"It's so ridiculous, what did this person just say?!"

"Killing a chicken?! You're really arrogant and ignorant. Is it possible that with your mere power of the first level of good fortune, you also want to fight against me? Have you been scared out of your mind?!"

"In front of His Majesty Hei Tianzun, you are just an ant."

"Oh no, it's not as good as an ant, you're just a springtail."

"…………"

All kinds of sarcasm continued.

It's not that they deliberately disturb Zhu Xiongying's mind.

Rather, it is true.

What Zhu Xiongying did at this time was no different from a tiny ant walking up to a huge mammoth and shouting, I will kill you!
As long as it is a creature with a normal mind, when it sees this scene, it will inevitably mock the ignorance and arrogance of this ant.

It's not just the Guidiaodong people who think Zhu Xiongying is stupid.

Even the seven thousand Tibetan sword disciples frowned, and there was something abnormal in the way they looked at Zhu Xiongying.

"It is indeed a good fortune."

Among the disciples, Qin Xiong frowned.

At first, he thought that this man who appeared out of nowhere and called himself 'Zhen' was hiding his strength.

Otherwise, how dare he be so arrogant in front of the many ghost kings of Ghost Mandrill.

But after observation, he denied his guess.

This guy is a genuine first-tier good fortune.

And if you perceive it carefully, you can also find that the strength of the good luck in his body is not stable, that is to say, it has just broken through.

Liu Muying at the side, this heroic daughter Lang, also looked at Zhu Xiongying, her pair of heroic eyes were full of anticipation when she was in doubt.

The woman's sixth sense told her.

This person is unusual.

As for the specific reason, she couldn't say clearly.

And above the palace steps.

Hu Yanxu was already stupefied, he looked at Zhu Xiongying who suddenly stood up, and listening to Zhu Xiongying's arrogant words just now, he felt a little unreal, is this really a cultivator at the first level of fortune?

"Uncle, this person is holding Qing Cang sword, could it be that he is hiding his cultivation?"

"Master, this disciple wants an answer. Is this person a clone of Master?"

Hu Yanxu even suspected that Zhu Xiongying was a clone of Baili Changfeng. After all, it was normal for clones to change their appearance.

Cang Yue just glanced at Hu Yanxu lightly, without answering.

Of course, when Hu Yanxu still wanted to continue asking.

"To shut up."

Cang Yue's knife-like eyes fell on Hu Yanxu's body, and Hu Yanxu shut up instantly, not daring to say a word.

The elders of the Hidden Sword Sect were near the two of them, and they could hear their conversation clearly, they all frowned, and they were even more curious about the young man in the sky, and all of them looked at each other.

As for the members of other sects, including Huang Yunhe and Shen Yifeng, they retreated secretly at this time
They didn't care whether the young man who appeared suddenly could block the ghost hole. For them, it was the safest way to retreat at this time.

"Brother Shen, do you think this young man holding Cang Cang Sword can really resist Hei Tian?"

Huang Yunhe transmitted his voice to Shen Yifeng.

After hearing this, Shen Yifeng just smiled lightly.

He obviously felt that Huang Yunhe was asking questions knowingly.

With their cultivation level, they can see through the opponent's bone age at a glance.

The bone age of this young man is only a hundred years old. In a mere hundred years, he can reach the first stage of good fortune in an instant. What kind of realm do you expect to reach? !
"Brother Huang just looked at it. Compared to this, I want to know where the return of the Yunzang Sword will go today."

Shen Yifeng took a deep breath and looked up.

The same is true for others.

And at this time in the place where the sword is hidden.

Hearing Zhu Xiongying's words, Guiba Heitian was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such an arrogant young man."

"You are very good."

He Tian appreciated the opening.

"If you are given time, with your talent, it is not impossible to grow to the stage of the deity."

"It's a pity that you chose the wrong team, and the arrogance of heaven is going to die today."

Speaking of which, Heitian suddenly showed appreciation in his eyes.

"It's better, you worship under the deity's sect."

Hearing what Hei Tian said, Zhu Xiongying's face showed eagerness to try.

"Little master, what are you thinking about!"

"He is a demon, do you want to join the demon?!"

In Qingcang Sword, Teacher Cang's voice came out, obviously with anger.

"Magic or not, it's not up to people to decide."

Zhu Xiongying didn't care about this so-called demon, but simply felt that the way this group of people did things was not the same as his own, that's all.

"Thank you for your kindness, but it's a pity that I don't like being controlled by others."

Zhu Xiongying twisted his neck.

"Stop rambling, I still have a lot to do."

"Early finish work early."

After finishing speaking, the horizontal sword rose in his hand.

This posture instantly caused everyone to gasp.

"Is he really going to fight Hei Tian?!"

"The first level of good fortune against the power of chaos that has stepped into the first realm of immortality with half a foot?!"

The aura of every Tibetan sword disciple became a little rushed. Although they didn't feel that a ants with the first level of fortune could repel the chaotic power with the second level of immortality and half a foot into the first level of immortality.

But what if? !

After all, for the current Tibetan sword, there is no way out.

If this person is defeated, then there is only one fate waiting for Hidden Sword.

People die, sects die.

Everyone clenched their swords tightly, their gazes fixed on Zhu Xiongying.

As for the ghost demons, they were all relaxed, laughing and mocking constantly.

In the eyes of these ghost disciples, the moment Venerable Heitian appeared, the outcome of this battle was decided.

All they had to do was to watch Venerable Heitian annihilate this ignorant ant, and then they brandished their butcher knives to bloodbath the Hidden Sword Villa, killing not a single one left.

At this time, Cang Yue also looked at Zhu Xiongying with her beautiful eyes, feeling confused.

Her eyes turned to Sikong Ruoyi who was standing there.

When he found the woman who appeared with him, his expression was very calm.

"You, do you think he will win?"

Cang Yue asked in a rare voice.

Sikong Ruoyi glanced at Cang Yue from the corner of his eye, and replied indifferently.

"not my business."

Received this answer, Cang Yue was taken aback for a moment, and then unexpectedly smiled.

This scene stunned Hu Yanxu next to him.

Uncle Cang Yue laughed? !
Since he took over as Sect Master of Tibetan Sword, and with Senior Uncle Baili sitting down, for ten thousand years, he has never seen the slightest smile on Uncle Cang Yue's face, and even the change of expression is extremely rare.

At this moment, there was an exclamation.

Hu Yanxu instantly followed the call and looked up to the sky.

The pupils shrank sharply.

"That is…"

Cang Yue at the side subconsciously clenched the Ice Soul Sword in her hand.

"Qingcang Seven Swords."

Only see the sky above.

Holding the Cangjian in his hand, Zhu Xiongying made the first cut.

The sword energy condensed and stayed three feet in front of him.

When the sword was slashed out, it was clearly visible that the group of Ghost Mandrill disciples all backed away in shock.

For the sword intent in this sword qi, it was like meeting a natural enemy, and his fear trembled deep in his heart.

Ghost Crow gritted his teeth.

Although the reality told him that this was just the sword energy of a mere ants with first level of good fortune.

But the sense of fear that penetrated deep into his bone marrow made him subconsciously back away.

It can be seen from this that the sword of Baili Changfeng back then directly cast a psychological shadow on Ghost Mandrill Cave.

"Qingcang Seven Swords."

When Heitian saw Zhu Xiongying's first sword, his eyes flashed.

The scene from that year reappeared in his eyes again.

He will never forget what happened that day.

With one sword, the seven strongest ghost kings of the ghost mandrill were killed.

Hei Tian is one of them.

He has personally experienced that sword, the moment when the seven sword qi merged into one, even if it was the joint efforts of their seven ghost kings, they were cut to pieces like a piece of paper before the sword qi.

If it wasn't for his elder brother who blocked the part of the sword energy that should fall on him at the critical moment, he would have died on the spot already in Heitian.

But his elder brother was chopped off on the spot and turned into ashes, annihilated and dissipated.

After ten thousand years of painstaking training, his current strength has improved by leaps and bounds compared to that of the past, and he is even the second only to the ghost emperor Heitian Venerable in Ghost Mandrill Cave!
"Baili Changfeng, in the past you beheaded my elder brother, but today, this deity beheaded your disciple!"

At this moment, no one would doubt the phrase 'Master' that Zhu Xiongying said when he appeared.

Qingcang Seven Swords is the best proof.

"Boy, you are fine."

"The Seven Swords of Qing Cang are worthy of a blow with all my might."

Heitian's words fell, and he opened his hand violently.

boom!
The sky trembled, the sun and the moon dimmed.

Endless black air permeated the entire world, and everything that could be seen with the eyes was black air.

"One finger from Hei Tian."

The endless black air condensed into Heitian's body, and with one finger, he slowly lifted it towards Zhu Xiongying.

This finger seems to have the power to destroy the world.

The disciples of Ghost Mandrill are all excited, they are all members of Ghost Mandrill, and naturally they all know the strongest supernatural power of Venerable Heitian, that is the 'One Finger of Heitian', it is said that Venerable Heitian once used the power of this finger to , and almost seriously injured Venerable Midi, who is also in the second realm of immortality.

Even the Ghost Emperor had to deal with it with all his might in the face of Hei Tian Yizhi.

"This guy is dead, and this hidden sword is dead too."

"Oh, it's a pity that I waited for nothing, and there is no room for development."

"…………"

In the eyes of these ghost disciples.

Venerable Heitian's magic power fell with one finger of Heitian, not only that arrogant young man will perish into ashes, the dead can't die anymore, including this Tibetan Sword Villa, everyone in the villa, and Guiyun Zangjian's Zongheng Three thousand miles of archipelago.

Under this finger, they will be completely turned into ashes.

This, but half a foot into the Immortal First Realm, the power of Chaos pointed at it with all its strength.

On the other hand, the Qiqian Tibetan Sword disciples all looked ashamed, and the little hope they had left in their hearts disappeared at the moment when Hei Tian's finger appeared.

In the face of absolute strength crushing, any unrealistic expectations are nonsense.

"Hiding the sword is over."

Huang Yunhe, Shen Yifeng, and other envoys from the sect all gave the same answer when they saw Hei Tian's finger.

Their figures retreated crazily until they retreated three thousand miles away.

But for them, it is not difficult to see three thousand miles away, and they can still clearly pay attention to the situation of Hidden Sword.

Above the palace steps.

Hu Yanxu and a group of Tibetan sword elders gritted their teeth.

"The hidden sword disciple obeys the order."

Hu Yanxu shouted loudly.

"Get up, the wind comes to the sword array!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!!"

"Yes!!!"

The seven thousand disciples of Tibetan Sword roared loudly, and danced their swords in their hands. The strong wind howled in the Tibetan Sword Villa, and there was a wind gust condensed with sword energy, covering the entire Tibetan Sword Villa.

Even if you know you are invincible, you will fight to the death.

Hu Yanxu and a group of elders also jumped out at this moment, and fell into the seven thousand hidden sword disciples, occupying the eyes of each formation, and expanding the size of the Fenglai sword formation several times.

As for Cang Yue Immortal.

Cang Yue just looked up at the sky calmly.

In her eyes, there was no such so-called finger of the sky.

All she saw was one person.

At this time, Zhu Xiongying had already slashed forward with three swords.

These three swords are also the ultimate that he can cut out now.

"Little master, I have induced the wisp of sword soul left by the old master in the sword mound, and you can use it at any time."

"But this sword spirit is very weak, even if it is used, it can only cut two swords at most."

"This guy's strength is much stronger than that of the past. Even if he is not much worse than the ghost emperor of the past, if he only cuts out the Qingcang five swords, he may not be able to win."

"At least, you need six swords."

Teacher Cang analyzed it for Zhu Xiongying.

Listening to Teacher Cang's words, Zhu Xiongying raised his hand again.

"In that case, then six swords."

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Xiongying slashed at the cost of serious injury.

Qing Cang's fourth sword!
His throat was sweet, and blood fell from the corner of his mouth.

The four sword qi stayed three feet away.

"Heh, four sword qi, boy, you are really beyond my imagination."

"But, this is the limit."

There was a hint of surprise in Heitian's eyes, and he raised his hand slightly, and Heitian pointed with a destructive power.

"Is it."

The corners of Zhu Xiongying's mouth raised slightly.

"How do you know that I can't cut the fifth sword?!"

The words fall.

boom!
The entire Hidden Sword Villa suddenly shook wildly.

All the Tibetan sword disciples were stunned. As Tibetan sword disciples, they naturally knew where the shock came from.

That is…!
The Holy Land of Hiding Swords, Guiyun Sword Tomb!It is the place where the soul of every Tibetan sword disciple returns!

"Brother..."

Cang Yue looked in the direction of Guiyun Sword Tomb, pressed her thin lips tightly, and her eyes couldn't help getting moist.

This long-lost breath is her senior brother.

'Hundred miles of wind! '

Everyone is looking at the Guiyun Sword Tomb, and in everyone's hearts, the name that has overwhelmed Beiming I and resounded throughout the Eastern Desolation, Southern Territory, West Desert, and Zhongzhou!

(End of this chapter)