Invincible Bloodline

Amidst intermittent coughs, a large bloodied hand appeared. Extending out of a human-shaped pit, Very quickly, Xiao Leng climbed up from the pit. However, how could Xiao Leng still have the peerless demeanor of a top grade sword cultivator? His clothes were ragged and tattered, and his face was in a sorry state. Blood was dripping from his face. A beggar that came even more than a beggar!    

It was also his luck that was merely over 30m from the ground. If he was a thousand feet above the ground, he would have probably been smashed to pieces at this moment. There was only air that he could emit and no air that he could enter. The sword cultivator was different from the body cultivator. Although its attack power was extremely high, it was still a very powerful weapon. However, the Body. . . Not to mention comparing it with the body cultivators that were called human-shaped body cultivators. . . Even if it was compared to spiritual cultivators of the same level, it was still inferior. It could be said that it was very fragile!!    

"Hmph! You will have this day as well!!!"    

"Retribution! This is retribution!!"    

"You dare to act like a big tail wolf in front of us, now you regret it!!!"    

. . .    

Looking at Xiao Leng who was so arrogant just now, as if he was a god, crushing them, and falling into this state in the blink of an eye, Chu Bingxin and the others could not help but feel relieved in their hearts. Old thing, I told you to act. B, you have kicked a steel plate. The Chu Family of Liyang City is not so easy to mess with.    

"Half-step Martial Lord. . . No. . . No, it's the real Patriarch Wu Hou. How could this be, how could this be. . . " However, at this moment, Xiao Leng no longer cared about the ear-piercing ridicule of the people from the Chu Family. He didn't even dare to hate them, his eyes were filled with fear. It was panic, terror! It was really too terrifying. He was the Eight Empyrean Martial Master, who had been nurtured for a hundred years. The Death Sword Intent was close to the Mastery, and it could rely on one's mental energy alone. This was not something that Half-step Martial Lord could do!    

In the next moment. . .    

"Senior, please spare my life. Junior is willing to apologize, I am willing to apologize. . . " Xiao Leng shouted crazily. What dignity and pride did he have to beg for? The glory of the sword cultivator had been thrown to the back of his mind at this moment. He didn't want to die. He really didn't want to die. He had only barely passed the age of a hundred years, even if his cultivation base did not improve by even an inch in the future. He still had a hundred year old Longevity. How could he die so early!?    

Almost at the same time, waves of resentment and resentment rose continuously in his heart. It was resentment towards the Sect's intelligence department, the bastard from the Intelligence Division. They should all be sentenced to death. This is what you call a weakling. Even if you want to cheat, you can't do it this way. Are you blind? The Chu Family has such a supreme expert. If you don't even know about it, why the f * * k are you still trying to get information about it?!    

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't know how to cherish it. Now that you're willing to apologize, what were you doing just now?!" An extremely cold voice came from all directions.    

"Senior, junior knows that I was wrong, I know that I was wrong. I am the Sixth Elder of Windy Sword Sect. Senior, please spare this junior for the sake of junior's sect!"    

"What? He's the Sixth Elder of the Windy Sword Sect?" Chu Bingxin's body trembled when she heard this. Although the Windy Sword Sect was not like the Nine Major Sects, it was a power that shook the entire empire. However, in the Xianglong County, which was an acre and a half of land, it had a resounding reputation. It had a great reputation and was faintly known as the number one power in the Xianglong County. Compared to the Chu Family, the number one family in the Liyang City, there was a huge gap between them and the Chu Family. The experts in the sect were as numerous as the clouds, and the expert rained down like rain. Just the High Level Martial Master alone was more than the number of hands he had. It was rumored that there was still a Marquess Stage Sword Immortal in charge!    

Right at this moment! . . .    

A slightly contemptuous voice came from all directions, "Windy Sword Sect? What the hell is this? I've never heard of it before!!!"    

"What?"    

Initially, he thought that the mysterious Marquess would be brought out of the sect. Never did he expect that. . . He actually received such a promise. Very quickly. . . A trace of resentment surged into Xiao Leng's heart. In his mind, That mysterious Marquess was pretending to be ignorant. As the number one sword sect in Xianglong County, the Windy Sword Sect. . . From the ancestors of the major families to the ordinary people. Who didn't know about their Windy Sword Sect?!    

How could he know that Yang Fann wasn't from the Xianglong County? This was the first time he had heard about the Windy Sword Sect. To be honest, with Yang Fann's current cultivation base, apart from the nine major sects, no other sect in the Great Tang Dynasty could enter his eyes!    

"There's nothing else to say. Let's go on our way then!"    

"Ah! No! Senior, please don't! Don't kill me, don't kill me. . . " Xiao Leng's body quivered. He finally realized that this was not the time for him to be angry. Suddenly, in his eyes that were faintly stained with blood. . . A wisp of resolution flashed past, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke. "Senior, the Windy Sword Sect actually. . . Secretly surrendered to the Iron Sword Sect a hundred years ago. . . "    

This matter was only known to the Sect Master and the few elders of the Windy Sword Sect. It was the biggest secret of the Windy Sword Sect. However, at this moment of life and death, Xiao Leng couldn't care less. The world was bigger than his own life!    

"What?! The Windy Sword Sect had already surrendered to the Iron Sword Sect a hundred years ago?" Chu Bingxin was shocked. No one knew about this.    

But soon, a flash of understanding appeared on her pretty face. No wonder the Windy Sword Sect had developed so quickly all these years. In just a hundred years, they had the power to rule all the major powers in Xianglong County. One should know that the Windy Sword Sect was a third-rate small sword sect a hundred years ago. The strongest person in the sect was a Low-grade Martial Master. Not to mention comparing it to a first-rate family like the Chu Family, it was even comparable to some second-rate families. It turned out that everything was supported by the Iron Sword Sect.    

In the next moment. . .    

Chu Bingxin's heart slightly froze, "The Windy Sword Sect has always kept it a secret. The motive is probably not small. . . "    

At this moment. . .    

"Are you done? Then let's go on our way!!!" That hoarse and ancient voice once again swept over. However, it vaguely contained traces of a frightening chillness that caused one's soul to tremble.    

It would be fine if Xiao Leng didn't mention the Iron Sword Sect, but mentioning the Iron Sword Sect would only make Yang Fann want to kill him even more. One month ago, it was that Sky Sword Ancestor of the Iron Sword Sect. He was trying to sow discord between the two. He schemed against him in the Demon Spirit Secret Realm. It was also the people from the Iron Sword Sect who first drew their swords at him, wanting to take his head. In exchange for a high reward, Iron Sword, Violet Spirit, and the three major sects of the Bahuangdao Palace. . . If one were to say that the person Yang Fann hated the most was the Iron Sword Sect!    

"Ah! How could this be. . . "    

This wasn't how the script was played. Wasn't he afraid of offending the Iron Sword Sect? One should know that the Iron Sword Sect was the number one Sect in the west. It was one of the top three sects in the Great Tang Dynasty. On the surface, there were as many as twelve Marquess Stage Sword Immortal. Even the high and mighty Patriarch Wu Hou wouldn't dare to offend the Iron Sword Sect unless it was absolutely necessary.    

"I didn't hear you clearly, I'm sure you didn't hear me clearly. . . " After comforting himself, Xiao Leng spoke once again. "Senior, this junior is a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect. . . . "    

"I don't have an ear disease, so what if I am a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect? Others might be afraid of your Iron Sword Sect, but I am not!!" The hoarse voice sounded impatient, "Alright! Junior, go to hell and repent!!"    

In Demon Spirit Secret Realm, had Yang Fann killed too few disciples of the Iron Sword Sect? Even the number one monster of the Iron Sword Sect, Unparalleled Divine Sword Shen Wushuang, who had the future reputation of the Iron Sword Sect, had died under his hands. Using the Iron Sword Sect to threaten him was really ridiculous!    

"S-Senior, please spare my life! Spare my life! Spare my life! Ah. . . Junior knows that I was wrong, I really know that I was wrong! . . . "    

At this moment, Xiao Leng finally understood that this mysterious Patriarch Wu Hou really wasn't afraid of the Iron Sword Sect behind him. In an instant, endless panic enveloped his heart. He shouted at the top of his lungs and begged for mercy.    

All of a sudden, Xiao Leng stopped crying.    

The next moment. . .    

"Rumble!!!"    

A brilliant firework bloomed. . .    

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