This person is too murderous

Go-getter Moye, the legendary magic sword from ancient times, has unparalleled power.

The swordsmith who made Ganjiang Moye sacrificed himself, sacrificing his body for the sword, and the human sword merged into one, and the magic sword was forged.

"Xuanjianmen?" Xuanjianmen appeared in Jiang Daoming's mind.

The warriors of Xuanjian Sect all forge swords from people. They do not sacrifice their own swords, but capture warriors and sacrifice their swords.

Monk Wuming chuckled and said: "Yes, Shenjian Villa is the backer of Xuanjian Sect. Xuanjian Sect will send a group of warriors to Shenjian Villa every year."

"No wonder." Jiang Daoming nodded slightly: "They created a new general, Mo Xie?"

"It can't be created." Monk Wu Ming shook his head: "The formation of general Moye cannot be copied."

Swordsmiths have all died with their swords, so how can there be any inheritance passed down?

Even if he left a legacy before he died on the sword, it has been incomplete after so many years.

Shenjian Villa has been tinkering with the casting method of Gan Jiang Moye, but they are unwilling to die with their swords.

If you die on the sword yourself, you will only fulfill the sword and help others.

They are swordsmen, not pure swordsmiths, not so great and selfless.

"What a pity."

Jiang Daoming sighed softly, feeling pity for those warriors who died.

"Mo Xie cannot create a general, but over the years, Shenjian Villa has indeed created many magic weapons."

Monk Wuming continued: "Xie Wuxing, who broke through the barrier this time, wore two magic weapons named Bingpo and Yanyu. Even the poor monk did not dare to take these two swords easily."

"If you don't dare to catch it lightly, then you can catch it." Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "If you can catch the sword, I, the Lord of the Palace, can rest assured."

Wu Ming was speechless, shook his head, turned and left: "In three days, the poor monk will take action, and these three days will be left to the palace master to consider."

"This is to give you time to prepare." Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "Why does it take three days to kill you?"

Wu Ming did not respond. Jiang Daoming was too crazy, but it was also true.

In these three days, they will be ready to deal with Jiang Daoming.

Xie Wuzong, that old guy, has not moved for many years, and it will take him three days to get familiar with the two swords and adjust his condition.

He was shocked by Jiang Daoming's strength and talent, but he was too one-dimensional.

Excessive dominance and self-confidence have become arrogance.

Wu Ming left, silence returned to the hall, and the entire Demon Elimination Hall fell into darkness again.

On the other side, inside a house, inside a room.

The old Xie Wuzong took a bath and changed clothes, carefully wiping the two swords. One sword was like ice, exuding a biting cold air.

One handle is as hot as fire, bright red and dazzling.

One is cold and the other is hot, two extreme swords.

Xie Wuzong wiped his sword, and his body was filled with sharp sword energy, but it was difficult to resonate with the two swords.

"I created you, but I didn't expect that you would be so at odds with me." Under the gray hair, the old face sighed.

He could use these two swords, but he was unable to exert their true power, and they were even somewhat repelled by him.

These two swords are too strong, the ice is biting, and the heat is overwhelming. Without corresponding strength, it is difficult to display the same attributes perfectly.

And his sword is not water or fire. He can barely use it and cannot control it perfectly.

"I hope you can help me kill Jiang Daoming!"

Xie Wuzong sighed softly and wiped the two swords again.

Demonic power swept over and filled the air, and monk Wu Ming appeared outside the room: "Thank you Wu Xing, Xuan Zhi has been defeated."

"How many moves?" Xie Wuzong asked without looking back.

"With one palm fight, Xuanzhi was completely defeated. Jiang Daoming's strength is no less than that of a poor monk." Monk Wuming asked, "Is your sword still useful?"

"We'll know in three days whether it's good or bad." Xie Wuzong said calmly.

Outside the room, the demonic power receded, and Wu Ming's face looked slightly heavy.

With Xie Wuxing's strength and two divine swords, can he really kill Jiang Daoming?

Jiang Daoming's previous palm strike with Xuanzhi did not use Faxiang, nor did Fahai inheritance, but Xuanzhi had already tried his best.

He said that he was no less than him, but in reality he had no idea that even if he tried his best, he might not be able to capture Jiang Daoming.

If he could win it, he would do it immediately. Why wait three days?

"After three days, we will take action depending on the situation." Monk Wuming thought to himself.

If there is a chance, then take action to capture Jiang Daoming. If there is no chance, then don't join in the fun.

Peace returned late at night, no one disturbed me anymore.

The night passed by in a flash. Jiang Yuanliang and others brought wine and food and ate in the palace.

They didn't stay long, for fear of disturbing Jiang Daoming. After all, they would have to adjust to their condition for the battle in three days.

More and more Jianghu warriors came to Jiangshui City. A woman wearing a gauze veil arrived quietly through the crowd.

"Princess, aren't we going to see Jiang Daoming?" Basan asked in a low voice.

"I won't go." Under the veil, Princess Jiangling said calmly: "He should be preparing for war with all his heart now. If we go, it will only disturb him."

"I really didn't expect that Jiang Daoming would make such a big fuss. Xie Wuzhen of Shenjian Villa, who has been in seclusion for almost a hundred years, actually got involved in the world again." Yuhuan sighed softly.

"Xie Wuxing reached the top of the seventh floor twenty years ago. I wonder if he has spied on the Golden Core Avenue now."

Yuyan said softly: "If the ice soul in his hand can be used by the princess, the princess's strength will be greatly increased."

"You can't force it." Princess Jiangling shook her head.

Her Ice Sword Technique has reached the seventh level and is consistent with the attributes of ice soul.

If you can get the ice soul, your strength will definitely reach a higher level.

It's a pity that Xie Wuzong couldn't give up Bingpo. Even if King Jiangling offered a sky-high price, he didn't agree.

Princess Jiangling had given up. She also thought about taking advantage of others, but gave up. After all, Shenjian Villa was also a big force with a high status in the martial arts world.

If they sent out invitations to heroes, the King Jiangling's Mansion would also have a headache.

Not only her, but also the Saintess of the Demon Cloud Sect, Youruo, came, but she didn't show up and waited in the dark.

The night came again, and there was a faint sound of swords ringing in the night.

Jiang Daoming sat in the Demon Exorcist Hall and looked at where Xie Wuzong was. The sound of swords came from there.

"The sound of swords spread so far, it is indeed a rare magic weapon." Jiang Daoming's eyes flashed with a strange color.

However, even with the help of magic weapons, the seventh level is still the seventh level, and it cannot surpass the limit.

If he was still in the middle of the seventh level and had not yet comprehended the Dragon Elephant Buddha Chapter, he would still be a little bit afraid.

Now, it depends on how far Xie Wuzong can go.

Time passed, the swords rang continuously, and two days passed in a flash.

In these two days, the whole Jiangshui City, whether it was the martial artists or the common people, could hear the swords ringing every night, and it was difficult to fall asleep.

It was not until the sky was slightly bright that the swords stopped ringing and no longer sounded.

"Xie Wuzong of Shenjian Villa is on the Jiangshui River, waiting for the Lord Jiang."

Xie Wuzong's influence spread throughout the Jiangshui City.

For a time, many warriors rushed to the Jiangshui River.

In the Demon Elimination Hall, Jiang Daoming walked out slowly. Li Wenjie and others had been waiting outside the hall for a long time. They saluted and said, "Lord."

"Yes." Jiang Daoming responded indifferently and walked forward.

"Lord, be careful, this time it must be not just Xie Wuzong, but also people from the Buddhist Sect and the Demon Cloud Sect." Liang Jun and others hurriedly said.

Jiang Daoming put his hands behind his back and smiled indifferently: "If it's just him, it would be too boring. Let's see if they can surprise this Lord."