Fantasy_ Taking on the son of destiny as a disciple and conquering the world forever

“Snapped!”

With a loud slap in the face, the girl in the purple skirt was whipped out on the spot. Five bright red finger prints appeared on the white jade flawless cheek. Half of her face was swollen. She didn’t even see clearly how Han Yuyao was doing it. Hands on.

“Who gave you the courage?” Han Yuyao’s voice was as cold as smoke.

Han Yuyao didn’t want to start a fight with her fellow disciples of Zixiao Holy Land, but this woman’s mouth was too foul, and Han Yuyao would not tolerate her!

The girl in the purple skirt subconsciously touched her swollen cheek, and suddenly felt that half of her cheek was on fire. She was stunned and said in disbelief: “You dare to hit me in the face?”

“You have such a bad mouth, you are so undisciplined! Since your elders don’t care about you, I can only do it for you! Don’t be too arrogant!” Han Yuyao shook her head gently, turned around and left.

“stop!”

The girl in purple skirt shouted coldly and turned into a stream of light blocking Han Yuyao’s front.

Behind her, a peach tree suddenly appeared, covering the sky and the sun. The trunk was as winding and vigorous as a horned dragon. The top of the tree was covered with crystal clear pink petals, swaying gently. The peach blossom field here is like a paradise.

The huge life energy in the peach tree that covered the sky flowed into the body of the girl in the purple skirt. The red and swollen cheeks of the girl in the purple skirt disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, the face of the girl in the purple skirt returned to its original state, and her body naturally exuded a noble and cold temperament.

“I am the seventh true successor of Zixiao Holy Land, Xia Yuwei! My grandfather is the Supreme Elder of Zixiao Holy Land! Ever since I was a child, no one has dared to hit me in the face! If I don’t kill you today, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart! ”

The girl in the purple skirt regained her noble and cold temperament. She stepped on the void, with crystal petals flying around her body. She looked down at Han Yuyao, her cold voice filled with murderous intent.

The person with the highest status among the younger generation in Zixiao Holy Land is naturally the Holy Son of Zixiao.

Under the Holy Son, there are ten other true disciples. Each true disciple is extremely talented and has great potential. Their cultivation has reached the peak of a prince.

If something unexpected happens to the Holy Son Zixiao, the new Taoist disciple will be selected from these ten true traditions.

If any of these ten true disciples get a chance and make rapid progress, they can also challenge Holy Son Zixiao. If you win, you can become the new Son or Saint of Zixiao.

In other words, the ten true disciples of Zixiao Holy Land are the candidates, and each one has many trump cards and unique skills.

As the seventh among the top ten true disciples, Xia Yuwei is among the best among the younger generation. She is usually arrogant, so how can she bear the humiliation of being slapped?

Even now, she still believes that Han Yuyao succeeded only because of her carelessness.

“Keng!”

As soon as Xia Yuwei’s voice fell, the sound of a sword sounded in her ears, as if it came from outside the sky, but also seemed to ring in her heart.

At this moment, a peerless fairy sword that covered the sky and sun suddenly appeared in the girl’s consciousness. The sun, moon and stars seemed as small as dust under the light of the sword. It came across thousands of worlds, magnificent and majestic, moving forward indomitably.

It was as if this sword was the only thing left between heaven and earth, which made her feel as desperate as an ant facing a giant dragon, unable to think of any resistance at all.

The sword will ring forever!

“Crash…”

Every peach blossom in the Baili Peach Blossom Field was surging with sword energy, and each piece disintegrated. The peach tree that covered the sky and sun collapsed like a dream bubble, disappeared with the wind, and disappeared between heaven and earth in the blink of an eye.

Xia Yuwei’s figure reappeared in the void, her face was pale, her hair was messy, her eyes were full of fear, and the domineering sword and the shocking sword sound seemed to have been echoing in her mind.

Cracks had been cut out of her Taoist heart.

Han Yuyao was very measured in her attacks. She had restrained 99% of her strength in that sword-sounding move just now.

If he attacks with all his strength, the sound of the sword will be enough to cut this woman’s soul into nothingness!

Even if Han Yuyao restrained most of his strength, Xia Yuwei would not be able to bear the sword ringing for eternity.

If the crack in her Dao Heart cannot be repaired, she will be afraid of Han Yuyao whenever she sees him.

“It seems that you have been spoiled since you were a child. You are willing to kill people at every turn, and you are very angry! Please note that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world! The Supreme Elder of the Holy Land, in the eyes of some powerful people, is just an ant! Don’t act like this in the future Be arrogant, so as not to bring disaster to Zixiao Holy Land!”

Han Yuyao’s tone was as indifferent as smoke. Looking at the lost Xia Yuwei, she shook her head gently and left.

This time, Xia Yuwei did not dare to stop her.

The sword attack just now had frightened her to death.

Although she still has magical powers and secrets at the bottom of the box that she has not yet used, she can even pinch them.

She broke the life-saving jade talisman to summon her grandfather, but she didn’t do that.

The sound of the sword seemed to enlighten her. Since this mysterious girl could easily display such terrifying magical powers of swordsmanship, how could she not have a background?

Moreover, judging from the tone of the mysterious girl, the Supreme Elder of the Holy Land did not take it seriously. If he really summoned his grandfather, he might have tricked him!

The most important thing is that she can sense that this mysterious girl has kept her hand.

If it were someone with serious murderous intentions, I would probably have lost my head long ago!

Xia Yuwei looked at Han Yuyao who was drifting away with empty eyes. Suddenly a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes and she said loudly: “Thank you for your mercy, Fairy! Dare I ask the Fairy’s name?”

“Han Yuyao.”

Han Yuyao’s calm voice came from afar.

She went down the mountain this time to go to Hanyue Holy Land to find the innate Taoist fetus for revenge, and also to hone her sword skills.

From the moment she came down the mountain, she never thought of hiding her real name!

“Han Yuyao? Why is this name so familiar…” Xia Yuwei frowned slightly and whispered to herself.

After thinking for a long time, Xia Yuwei’s eyes suddenly glowed with a brilliant light, and she lost her voice and said: “Han Yuyao?! That’s the name of the swordsman who was born in the Creation Sword Ruins! Could it be that Senior Sister Mu of Jianfeng asked what he said? Is this the person?”

When the Golden Age began, these true disciples spontaneously formed a small circle and often held small-scale exchange meetings.

Now that it happens that the ruins of the gods are about to appear above the Chaotic Cloud Sea, their exchanges have become more frequent.

They just held an exchange meeting a few days ago.

At the exchange meeting, in addition to discussing the ruins of the gods, they also mentioned the many talents that emerged in the golden age.

The most dazzling among them is the swordsman prodigy mentioned by Senior Sister Mu of Wenjianfeng, Han Yuyao!

He was born in the Creation Sword Ruins, and he continuously cracked twelve immortal sword creations including the Kongming Sword River, challenging Hanyue Saint from a distance. The Supreme Sword Bone was dug out, but it was able to reach Nirvana even more powerfully, creating a chaotic sea of ​​swords, leading to Thousands of immortal sword spirits come to worship, which is full of legend.

Even if Han Yuyao reported his origins, the ancestors of many forces would not be able to guess where his inheritance lies, as layers of mist shrouded his body.

“The direction this person is going seems to be the Hanyue Holy Cathedral!”

Looking at Han Yuyao’s disappearing back, Xia Yuwei’s eyes were shining brightly.

Although there are many people with the same name in the Three Thousand Worlds, Xia Yuwei has just experienced that sword in person, and she can basically conclude that this person is the swordsman who was born in the Creation Sword Ruins!

“It’s a pity that I don’t specialize in swordsmanship, otherwise I could follow this person! I think Senior Sister Mu will be interested in this person!” Xia Yuwei shook her head slightly, her expression moved slightly, and she sent a message to Senior Sister Mu.

After sending the message, Xia Yuwei looked at the direction Han Yuyao was leaving, with doubts in her eyes: “Why does this person appear here? So many gods and ancestors can’t deduce this person’s inheritance, and her ability Where did you learn it from?”

Suddenly, Xia Yuwei turned her head and looked in the opposite direction to Hanyue Holy Dynasty, her eyes full of horror.

That direction is the Zixiao Holy Land!