Chapter 3228: When People Die, the Lights Go Out, and the Grudges Turn to Ashes

Xiao Yi frowned slightly.

What Sword Sovereign Akasaka did just now was a gift of encounter between swordsmen.

"Jianjun Chixiao." Xiao Yi also cupped his hands.

The middle-aged man, the Sword Lord Chixiao, said softly, "This matter is just a misunderstanding."

"Also ask the main hall master Xiao Yi to put away his sword."

"Misunderstanding?" Xiao Yi frowned.

The sword cultivator of the Supreme Sword Sect has always been arrogant, how can he be so talkative today?

"Misunderstanding?" Jianzong's third elder also frowned, "Second Jianjun, San Jianjun's body is still in the hands of this little thief."

Sword Master Chixiao nodded and looked at Xiao Yi, "The matter between Sword Master Dongao and General Hall Master Xiao Yi is just a personal grievance."

"Between swordsmen, it is a common thing to discuss life and death."

"I am the supreme sword sect, so I won't be angry because of this."

"However, when people die, the lights are extinguished, and the grievances are turned to ashes. The main hall master Xiao Yi handed over the remains of my third junior brother. I don't know if it is feasible?"

Xiao Yi shook his head and said indifferently, "The corpse is long gone."

Hearing this, Jianjun Chixiao frowned for the first time, but nodded anyway.

Jianjun Chixiao looked at Xiao Yi again, and said softly, "So my third junior brother actually fell dead without a whole corpse?"

"Never mind."

Sword Master Chixiao bowed his hands again, "Today, my sect deacon has been offended. I also hope that Haihan, the master of Xiao Yi, will take them back, and there will be sect rules to deal with."

Xiao Yi frowned and nodded, "Yes."

Sword Master Chixiao thanked him, "Thank you."

"Er Jianjun." The face of the third elder of Jianzong changed greatly, "This hatred..."

Jianjun Chixiao's face suddenly became solemn, "This is the order of the master, and I order you not to intervene in the affairs of the Middle Kingdom, and quickly follow me back to the sect."

The voice fell.

The Sword Lord Chixiao waved his hand.

A flame of sword energy instantly swallowed Qinglin and the others below.

Xiao Yi frowned.

The flames dissipated, Qing Lin and others were unscathed, but the five Sword Sect deacons who had been captured had disappeared without a trace.

"Farewell." Jianjun Chixiao cupped his hands, his figure flashed, and he left with the three elders.

In the blink of an eye, the figure was already thousands of miles away.

"What a powerful method." Xiao Yi was secretly shocked.

The step across just now is definitely not a simple flight speed.

That piece of flaming sword energy was even more astonishing, and even he didn't see the mystery inside.

This is definitely a terrible sword repair.

Xiao Yi slightly loosened his brows, too lazy to think about it.

Whoosh... The figure flashed and returned to the place.

"Main Hall Master." Tang Yin Hall Master said in surprise, "The Sword Lord Chixiao seemed to be showing his favor just now."

Xiao Yi shook his head, "No."

"This person is definitely an extremely arrogant sword cultivator."

"He's just not malicious, but it's definitely not a show of affection."

"When people die, the lights go out, and grievances turn to ashes?" Xiao Yi didn't say these words, but secretly said in his heart.

"Hmph, you will, but I may not."

Xiao Yi's heart flashed coldly.

"Continue to order troops." Xiao Yi ordered.

"Hehe." In the air, there was a smug laugh.

Xiao Yi rolled his eyes.

Qing Lin's stern smile suddenly faded, and he said seriously, "I teach in the black cloud, connecting hundreds of millions of miles to the right, in the same five geographical areas."

Xiao Yi said in a deep voice, "Qinglin, among the elites of your Heiyun school, more than half of your disciples hold important positions in each hall, and they will follow the elites of the eight halls to clear the width of 800 million miles in the middle."

"You only have half of the ordinary disciples left, how can you deal with evil cultivators in five regions?"

Qing Lin waved his hand, "Don't worry, the main hall master, I am fully responsible."

"Okay." Xiao Yi shouted loudly, waved his hand, and five light spots fell into Qinglin's hand.

At this time, there was another loud shout.

"Ice Palace, 120 million miles on the right, eight geographical areas."

"Ice Storm Sword Pavilion, 120 million miles on the right, eight geographical areas."

The voices of Bingman and Lu Lingshuang sounded at the same time.

"Precise." This time, Xiao Yi didn't say more, just waved his hand.

Sixteen light spots fell into the hands of Bingman and Lu Lingshuang.

In this southern stronghold, among the troops ordered today, the first to receive the order turned out to be young geniuses.

"My Meng family, the order is 100 million miles on the left, five geographical areas." The old family leader Meng said loudly.

"My ancient home..."

"My Yuwen family..."

The major forces began to take orders one after another.

The ordering of troops lasted for most of the day before it ended.

There is no compulsion to accept the order this time, it is entirely up to each team to accept the order according to their own ability.

And this time the fortress is advancing, although it is only tens of millions of miles deep, but the entire front stretches billions of miles, covering more than 130 areas.

The Eighth Hall itself took over forty regions, nearly one-third.

For the rest, the major hegemonic forces added up to nearly 60.

For the remaining 30 and 10 regions, only the top 10 companies in the top 100 can take over.

Originally, Xiao Yi had already prepared for the shortage of elites, and he himself prepared to clean up the remaining unreached areas.

I never thought that the combat power was sufficient, or even more than enough.

In this way, more than 90% of the warriors in the fortress will still be guarding.

And these elites will start to clean up in their respective territories.

Xiao Yi glanced at the elite teams, and was secretly satisfied.

"Ran Qi, the eighth-level cultivation of the Holy Venerable Realm, the combat power is around the half-step monarch realm."

If you guessed correctly, Ran Qi's soul within the soul has definitely awakened to an extremely strong level.

"Murong Lingyun, who is at the eighth level of the Holy Venerable Realm, has the same combat power as the Half-step Sovereign Realm."

The Seven Killing Swords are indeed amazing. The seven ultimate killing martial arts are integrated into one, which is already a fusion of martial arts in disguise.

"Qinglin, the ninth-level cultivation of the Holy Venerable Realm, the combat power is slightly stronger than these two."

The Green Flood Beast is not only one of the Ten Great Beasts, but is also known as the fastest-growing martial spirit.

His cultivation is higher than these two, Xiao Yi is not surprised at all.

As for Bingman and the others, Xiao Yi glanced at them.

"Bingman, the eighth-level cultivation of the Holy Venerable Realm, half-step Sovereign Realm strength."

The Extreme Cold Emperor Crab was originally the martial spirit of the ancient overlord, a mysterious and powerful existence that even ordinary emperors dared not provoke in ancient times.

And the most important thing is that Xiao Yi can be sure that this guy's martial spirit development is already extremely high, reaching 90%.

If he really wants to fight with all his strength, I am afraid that Lu Long may not be his opponent.

Lu Long's protector is stronger, and his cultivation is higher, but his Martial Spirit development is by no means as good as Bingman.

As for Lu Lingshuang, this is probably the case.

Her martial spirit, in terms of level, is actually not comparable to Ran Qi, Qing Lin and other heavenly talents.

But in terms of strength, she looked down on any of the younger generation here except Xiao Yi.

The spirit of the Eighteen Sword Tombs of the Ice Storm Sword Pavilion made her fight alone, but it was as if eighteen people shot together.

Eighteen fights one, the same level, the judgment is made.

"It's been almost eight years." Xiao Yi secretly said, feeling both satisfied and a little sighed.

From his two years of seclusion in the main hall of Fengsha Temple, to his nearly five years of returning to the Eastern Region, to the one year he has now dealt with the evil of evil cultivators.

nearly half a year.

Only his cultivation remained in place.

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