Chapter 25: Peerless Battle (Part 1)

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Dongfang Bingling's delicate body trembled, and her beautiful face suddenly turned pale. She was regarded as a fairy since she was a child, and she has never been so abused before, and she was about to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"And you, Zhu Hongxue?" Ximen Wuya glared at Zhu Hongxue who was beside Dongfang Bingling and said, "Dongfang Bingling is someone who has a fiancé, you are around every day, what do you want to do? Not only that, you are the number one youth. Master, Yang Dingtian has just passed his enlightenment. But you killed him? Do you have any ulterior motives?"

Zhu Hongxue glanced coldly, not even bothering to explain.

Dongfang Bingling took a long breath, then raised her delicate chin, and said coldly: "The city lord Ximen really speaks fiercely, then I also want to ask a few things, please answer."

"Please!" Ximen Wuya said.

"The first question, as the number one expert in the world, is my father's cultivation base very high? Is his vision very high?" Dongfang Bingling asked.

"Of course, Senior Brother Dongfang is the person I most respect in this world." Ximen Wuya said slowly.

"Since his vision is very high? Why would he choose a mediocre talent like Yang Dingtian? A man in his twenties has just passed his enlightenment period. I have also seen his profound vein talent, which is very, very mediocre. Even the handyman disciple who entered my Yin-Yang Sect is not qualified, how could my father choose him as the heir of the Yin-Yang Sect Master?" Dongfang Bingling said.

Ximen Wuya has not answered yet, Dongfang Bingling continued to ask: "The second question, someone saw that Yang Dingtian was on the boat of Yunxiao City on the way to Yin Yang Sect, and he and Ximen City Lord got along day and night, and the relationship was inseparable. Excuse me, is there such a thing?"

Ximen Wuya nodded and said, "Is there such a thing?"

Dongfang Bingling said: "Yunxiao City has been trying to regain the orthodox position of the Yin-Yang Sect for generations, but the normal method cannot succeed. So, is it possible to change the method? Use time, let a person take his father's relic to the Yin-Yang Sect, Claiming that my father accepted him as his disciple, made him his heir, and promised me to betrothed to him. And this person happens to be your Yunxiao City person, then twenty or thirty years later, Yin Yang Sect will be your Yunxiao City person. "

"If this is true, does it mean that City Lord Ximen has something to do with my father's death?" Dongfang Bingling said coldly.

Ximen Wuya was slightly stunned, and said slowly: "Miss Dongfang's tongue is really as sharp as a sword."

"Okay, even if Brother Dongfang Nirvana's relics can be picked up. But what about his last words? His last words were infused into the flame ornament. As long as it matches your mother's moth ornament, the last words will appear? This last word It was your father's blood and profound energy that fused together, is this also a fake?" Ximen Wuya said.

Dongfang Bingling turned her beautiful face to the side, her beautiful eyes became cold, and she gritted her teeth and said, "What father's last words? I haven't seen them, I've only heard Yang Dingtian's dictation!"

Ximen Wuya stayed for a while, and Wei Wei looked at Dongfang Bingling in disbelief, and then slowly said: "A person who is selfish is invincible, and a shameless person cannot be defeated."

Then, Ximen Wuya said to Jiang Songyang, "Senior Brother Jiang, at this point, it seems that the truth doesn't make sense."

Jiang Songyang said: "It doesn't make sense at first, otherwise why would we have so many people here. Hand over Yang Dingtian, this is not just a matter of the flame ring, but is related to the death of the sect master, we have to take good care of it. Trial him, how did the suzerain die? Who killed him?"

"Understood, understood!" Ximen Wuya said slowly: "The reason doesn't make sense, so let's fight."

"Do you really want to fight?" Jiang Songyang said, "Junior Brother Ximen, how do you think your cultivation level compares to mine?"

"Equal?" Ximen Wuya said.

Jiang Songyang said: "You, Ximen Wuya, have made a big name outside. I am silent in the Yin Yang Sect, but I am definitely not weaker than you in terms of strength. Twenty years ago, I fought with the Eastern Sect Master, I still won by half a trick. Among the masters present, I am the weakest. Junior Brother Wuying is good at killing people. Even though I can hurt him, I also worry about my life. A little bit. I won't say anything about the Sect Master, I can't look back at it at all."

Ximen Wuya suddenly smiled faintly.

Jiang Songyang continued: "You are at the master level, and I am also at the master level. You don't seem to be able to fight even me? What's more, Ning Budie Shishu and Zhu Zongzhu, I really don't know where you got the confidence to fight. , it's better to hand over Yangdingtian."

Ximen Wuya said, "Senior Brother Jiang, let's play around and see."

"If you want to fight, then fight. I'm the weakest among them, but it's enough for you, so let me fight." Jiang Songyang said, and then pulled out a ten-foot-long giant from his back. sword.

Ximen Wuya took out a thin sword less than two and a half feet from his sleeve and said, "Senior Brother Jiang, is it a raw hand? Or a dead hand?"

"Dead hand!" Jiang Songyang said.

"Sure enough, it's a dead hand." Ximen Wuya said: "It's okay to be a dead hand. The role you played in the death of the last generation of the city lord in Yunxiao City is very disgraceful. Don't think that I don't know. Calculate the old accounts too.”

"If you want to die, you will die, what nonsense is it?" Jiang Songyang sneered, and then wiped the giant blade with his palm, and blood spurted out immediately, covering the giant blade.

"Boom..." The blood burned violently, and the entire ten-foot-long, one-half-wide giant blade was burning fiercely, illuminating the surrounding sea area of ​​100 meters clearly.

Jiang Songyang held the flaming blade high, and the mysterious wings spread out suddenly behind him, a full ten meters.

"Bang!" Like a shooting star, Jiang Songyang leaped into the air, and then charged towards Ximen Wuya like lightning.

The murderous aura was overwhelming, as if the mountains were overwhelming, and the sea was also surging.

Jiang Songyang, the world-renowned powerhouse, ranks as the Grandmaster!

Flying to the top of Ximen Wuya's head, Jiang Songyang roared: "After today, there will be no Yunxiao City in the world!"

Then he slashed down with a sharp knife, and the endless flames, the ten-foot giant blade, slashed towards the top of Ximen Wuya's head like a thunderbolt, instantly smashing him into pieces.

Ximen Wuya raised a thin sword less than two and a half feet, facing Jiang Songyang's shocking offensive, the blade slanted.

"Shuh..." A sword slashed, and Ximen Wuya's thin sword turned into a 100-meter blue rainbow, slashing across the dark sky like a bolt of lightning.

"Hey..." Like a knife cutting tofu, Jiang Songyang's mighty giant blade was cut into two pieces, and Jiang Songyang's body was cut into two pieces.

The blood spurted wildly, Jiang Songyang fell into the sea, and died without a whole body!

Everyone, stunned silently, was completely stunned by the scene in front of them!

Ximen Wuya has been very famous in recent years, but everyone thinks that he is only about the same level as Jiang Songyang at best, but they didn't expect, but they didn't expect that Jiang Songyang was directly killed by one move and cut into two pieces. At the same time, I didn't expect that Ximen Wuya was polite and polite when he reasoned just now, as if he was unwilling to do anything.

"Next, who's coming!" Ximen Wuya asked, and then gently swung the rapier in his hand, and the sword returned to its original size, and at this time it looked like a hidden sword.

"Yin-Yang Sect has no shadow, meet the city lord of Ximen." A figure walked out of the darkness.

This person is of average height, with a slender and soft body. Although he is a man, his face is as delicate as a woman.

It looks like a woman, but this man makes the whole world feel scared. As the arbiter of Yin Yang Sect, his only mission is to kill people. No matter how high the other party's cultivation base is, no matter how high the other party's status is, as long as the above orders are given, they will take people's lives even if they are thousands of miles away.

Wuying is forty-five years old this year. He has served as the adjudicator for fifteen years and has never missed. As a member of the Yin-Yang Sect, he is neither an ice-type profound vein nor a fire-type profound vein, but a wind element.

Some people say that in the martial arts level, he is not the highest. In terms of profound energy level, he is not the highest. Moreover, among the masters in the world, he is almost the only one who does not know profound skills. He only knows martial arts, and he only relies on a thin sword in his hand.

But among all the masters in the world, his speed is the fastest. Whether it is the speed of the attack, or the speed of the sword. He firmly believes in the martial arts of the world, only fast is not broken. It is his speed that makes everyone impossible to guard against. So he has a frightening nickname, called the Phantom Ghost King.

No one he wants to kill misses, no matter how powerful the opponent is.

He did not have the name of a master, but there were two masters who died under him.

Only the strongest can be the judge.

Wuying is only under the name of Yin-Yang Sect, and his martial arts are not learned in Yin-Yang Sect. The reason why he will serve as the judge of Yin Yang School is because he was once saved by Dongfang Nirvana.

"Junior Brother Wuying, please wait a moment!" Ximen Wuya said, then lifted his body, fluttered up, left the boat in Yunxiao City, and came to the sky above the sea, floating in the air.

Slowly closing his eyes, Ximen Wuya said, "Junior Brother Wuying, I'm ready, you can do it."

Ximen Wuya actually closed his eyes to fight Wuying, of course, this is not contempt. But because the shadowless speed is too fast, it is too slow to find him with eyes, and needs to use feeling.

"Whoosh..." Sure enough, Wuying suddenly disappeared into the night sky and disappeared in everyone's eyes.

Then, a gust of wind, mixed with the sea breeze, surrounded Ximen Wuya. If you open your eyes, you will find that Wuying seems to be completely invisible at this time, but he knows that Wuying is by his side at this time, and he will stab a deadly sword anytime, anywhere.

Wuying only uses one sword every time he kills, and never fails, one sword is fatal. Even the most powerful people with a higher level than him have died under his sword.

Ximen Wuya still closed his eyes, his body remained motionless, and the wind was still around him.

Suddenly, a dazzling light lit up, and a thin sword, like a fast meteor lit up in the dark night, stabbed at Ximen Wuya's chest.

A very ordinary angle, a very ordinary position, but it is fast, so fast that it is completely impossible to defend.

In an instant, the fight between the two sides was over, as fast as lightning and thunder.

Ximen Wuya fights the King of Killers, and the result is out.

"Ding ding ding..."