"Kill me!"
The Grand Master of Blood Plum raised his sword high.
At this moment, his whole body seemed to be integrated with the world, and the knife in his hand seemed to become a part of his body.
Even if ten powerful masters attack at the same time, they can't break the power of his sword.
In the eyes of others, Grandmaster Xuemei has become an indestructible sword. Although this force is not directed at them, just by raising his head, his eyes can't help but shed tears.
Especially Mi Tian, who was standing not far from Li Xin, felt that his body had been cut in half by the sharp knife.
Seeing that Li Xin didn't make any move, Grandmaster Xuemei breathed a sigh of relief.
"The God of Swords, nothing more than that!"
He thought to himself.
Now that he has gained the upper hand with his sword, even if Ding Peng still has the means, his chance of winning is as high as 70%25.
"Have you just condensed the Yang Shen?"
Li Xinxin rushed towards him with his endless sword intent.
His whole body was in a strange state, which made Grandmaster Xuemei unable to cut down with his sword.
Grandmaster Xuemei had a feeling for the first time. If he slashed with this sword, he would definitely be the one who died!
"Since you don't take action, then I will!"
"I hope you can see through this knife!"
Clang!
The small building listened to the spring rain unsheathing all night.
The curved knife looks like a crescent moon.
puff!
The sword flashed, and Grandmaster Xuemei spurted out a mouthful of blood.
The long knife in his hand broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
His face was pale, and his legs could not help but tremble.
puff!
puff!
puff!
There were more than a dozen plum blossom-like wounds on Grandmaster Xue Mei's body. Blood spurted out from the center of the plum blossom, dyeing the plum blossom red. The mask on his face broke open, revealing the face of a man in his fifties or sixties. It looks a little exotic.
"I knew it, you couldn't see it."
Li Xin shook his head.
This Blood Plum Grandmaster is too weak. Although he has condensed the Yang Shen, his strength is probably weaker than a grandmaster like Huiming who is fifteenth on the grandmaster list. If Huiming wants to kill him, he can do it within three hundred moves. Just take his life.
Before he entered the Grand Master realm, the Blood Plum Grand Master might have been able to block three of his moves, but now... the Blood Plum Grand Master couldn't even see how he used his sword.
The long knife fell to the ground.
"Crack!"
Grandmaster Xuemei knelt down on the ground with his head straight.
"Spare me, I will be a dog by your side."
"I will bite whoever you ask me to bite."
"Xuemei will be your Qinglong Club member from now on."
Everyone in the underground palace was shocked!
This is a great master, and he gave in with just one sword strike?
But no one spoke up, and in the face of a life-and-death crisis, this was nothing.
Even great masters are afraid of death.
"Is there still a great master on Xuanwu Mountain?"
Li Xin looked at Grandmaster Xuemei and asked calmly.
"There is also a great master of my seventh uncle on Xuanwu Mountain. I can take you there."
"Although my seventh uncle is a late-stage grand master, he is definitely no match for you." Grandmaster Xuemei said with a flattering smile on his face: "I can also persuade my seventh uncle to surrender for you."
"The treasure on Xuanwu Mountain has not been opened yet."
"The treasure house is carved out of a huge basalt stone and hidden in the mountains. Even if the Grand Master takes action, he cannot open the door to the treasure."
"Our branch was originally a branch of the Barbarian royal family. Seventy years ago, we replaced the Barbarian royal family. Although we found the location of the treasure, we couldn't open it..."
Grandmaster Xuemei lowered his posture very low and told Li Xin everything he wanted to know.
He now has a clear understanding in his heart.
This Qinglong Club is definitely not simple. Ding Peng, the God of Swords, is enough to sweep across the entire Mingzhou. Who knows if there are other strong men in the Qinglong Club?
Thinking back to the time when Fu Hongxue appeared in Manzhou, he also understood the meaning of the sword at a young age. Could he be of the same lineage as the god of swords in front of him, Ding Peng? Could it be that there is a heavenly being standing behind Qinglonghui?
For a moment, he thought a lot.
"What you said made me feel a little moved."
Li Xin shook his head and said softly:
"The surrender of a great master really moved my heart, and it is also the right time for the Qinglong Society to employ people..."
Hearing this, Grandmaster Xuemei showed joy on his face.
"But...how can I dare to use someone who can even betray my seventh uncle?"
Li Xin hasn't finished speaking yet.
puff!
Grandmaster Xuemei was cut in the middle, and his face that was divided into two halves still had a look of disbelief.
Even if a great master joins the top sect, they will accept it and give him excellent treatment, but now... everything is over.
Li Xin turned his head and looked at the killer in the underground palace calmly.
"The sky is as blue as water, and flying dragons are in the sky."
"I am Ding Peng, the left guardian of the Qinglong Society!"
"In the future, there will be no Blood Plum, only the Qinglong Society!"
His voice was very soft, but it spread throughout the underground palace.
"Greetings to Protector Zuo."
Mi Tian was the first to kneel to the ground.
The two grandmasters were deposed and the great master died.
Mi Tian, a tenth-level innate killer, is the top powerhouse in this underground palace.
Someone took the lead, and one after another the killers fell to their knees,
They have no choice. Now the top experts in Xuemei are dead and injured. If there is no grandmaster in the organization, they may be gone if someone catches the flaw.
"good!"
"You won't regret your decision today!"
……
at the same time.
Dozens of powerful Taoists set out from Yunzhou and came to Yandang Mountain in Manzhou.
The leader is none other than Zen Master Duxuan of Prajna Temple.
His face was gloomy, followed by nearly thirty disciples of Yunshan Sword Sect. They drove carriages and pulled boxes of gold towards Yandang Mountain.
Prajna Temple collapsed in Xiaomanzhou, which can be said to be a complete loss of face.
Originally, he wanted to invite the people from Tiannan Sword Sect and Tiandao Sect to come with him, but the masters from the Nine Devil Sects seemed to have planned it and took action one after another to stop the masters from Tiandao Sect and Tiannan Sword Sect. Although he had A great master of the demonic way stared at him, but showed no sign of stopping him.
Traveling with him were Liu Kai, the master of the Yunshan Sword Sect, and Pan Tianqi, the ancestor of the Pan family.
"This Black Wind Village is not simple!"
Liu Kai and Pan Tianqi walked side by side and sighed softly.
From the moment they entered Yandang Mountain, they had noticed more than six or seven groups of people following them.
Even the guards at the mountain gate of their Yunshan Sword Sect are not so strict.
"Discipline is strict, even the six-door guards in some big states can't do more than that." Pan Tianqi also sighed.
Smooth ride.
When they arrived at the foot of Heifeng Village, Cao Zhengchun was already waiting.
"Everyone please!"
Cao Zhengchun nodded slightly and led everyone towards the gate of the stronghold.
‘A would-be master! ’
Liu Kai and Pan Tianqi looked at each other, their eyes becoming more solemn.
Both of them were senior Grandmasters, and it was immediately obvious that Cao Zhengchun was only a few steps away from becoming a Grandmaster.
