Chapter 1214 The Name of the Sword Demon 4

Wang Xian had a good impression of the shabby young man.

I gave him Leng Haocang's Jinshui Sword Art back then, which saved his life, and he knelt in the direction of the Sword Mansion for an hour.

He could feel the true nature of this young man.

In addition, I promised Leng Haocang to find him a heir, so that this heir would carry forward the way of Jinshui sword.

Although, Leng Haocang is a dead person.

Under various circumstances, Wang Xian decided to take action.

His palm moved slightly, and a long sword appeared in his hand, a black long sword.

The long sword is extremely deep, this long sword is a non-attribute long sword, within the same level, the value of this long sword is the lowest.

But this long sword is most suitable for Wang Xian.

The name of the sword is Wumo, and it is made of Wumo stone. It is a second-level long sword that Wang Xian obtained from the Sword Mansion.

"Escape, do you still want to escape? I want to see where you are fleeing?"

Meng Shaoqin saw the clan veteran blocking the escape route of the young man in shabby clothes, with an excited expression on his face, he shouted coldly.

"Shaoqin, what's going on?"

The middle-aged man standing on the thousand-meter-sized terrifying wind sword glanced at the shabby young man and asked.

"Clan elder, this guy killed all members of our Meng clan, even Banbu Dongxu and three Transcendent Ninth Rank clansmen died in his hands!"

"What he is holding is a hole-level weapon, and he is also a cultivator of the ninth rank of extraordinary gold and water dual attributes. Clan elder, we must not let him escape!"

Meng Shaoqin bowed to the middle-aged man and said hastily.

When he was speaking, more than 200 people from the Mon tribe directly surrounded him in the center.

"What? A cultivator with dual attributes has reached the ninth level of extraordinary!"

Meng Shaoqin's words even surprised the elders of the Mon tribe, staring at the young man in shabby clothes in shock.

This is the first time he has encountered such a young and monstrous genius.

This talent, 100% can be called Tianjiao.

"Let him be a talented evildoer, let him be a peerless man, before he grows up, if he dares to provoke our Meng people, he is courting death!"

An icy voice came from behind, and an old man flew over slowly, his breath fixed on the shabby young man in the center.

"If you dare to kill a member of our Meng family, no matter what genius he is, he will die!"

"That's right, he must die today, no matter what, no one can save him!"

Some young men of the Mon nationality around were staring at the shabby young man with murderous eyes.

"Wherever you are talented and evil, let you be magnificent, let your talent be amazing, as long as you don't grow up, you will be weak after all!"

Zhou Yanmei stared at him coldly, muttering in her mouth.

Everyone around saw this scene and sighed slightly.

Geniuses and arrogance cannot be called strong until they grow up.

The shabby young man standing in the center was full of bitterness and helplessness, and slowly, a resolute expression appeared on his face.

He clenched the big sword in his hands tightly with both hands. He didn't speak and remained silent.

This is a decision.

"Let me kill a peerless genius with my own hands!"

The middle-aged man standing on the thousand-meter sword spoke slowly, the sword under him dissipated, and there was an extra blue long sword in his hand.

"Slaying you with one sword, and being able to die under my sword is also an honor for you!"

He stared at the shabby young man with a flat face.

"Hehe, isn't it a little too much for a clan to bully a hapless guy!"

Just when the Mon family is ready to do it!

Just when the clothes are worn out and ready for temporary resistance!

A voice suddenly resounded throughout the area.

The sudden voice made everyone slightly stunned, with a look of astonishment on their faces.

Even the two first-rank Dongxu powerhouses around them were full of surprise.

At this time, who dares to say such a thing?

Besides, the voice is so young, which kid doesn't know how to live or die?

However, several youths beside Wang Xian stared at him in shock.

Wang Xian had a smile on his face, and the people around couldn't see his smile, they could only see his simulated black mask covering his face.

He walked slowly towards the central position, holding the magic sword in his hand, and glanced at all the people of the Meng tribe.

"Where did the guy who didn't know how to live or die come from!"

A half-step cavern expert from the Meng tribe looked at Wang Xian coldly, with a murderous look in his eyes.

"The person who doesn't know how to live or die may not be me!"

Wang Xian still spoke calmly, pacing and continuing to walk forward, full of calmness.

Hearing Wang Xian's voice, the dilapidated young man surrounded by the green hill in the center trembled uncontrollably.

He widened his eyes and stared at Wang Xian with excitement.

This figure slowly overlapped with a shadow in his mind.

"Yes, senior, yes"

He murmured with excitement.

Hearing his subtle voice, Wang Xian glanced lightly, followed by all the people of the Meng tribe.

"I'll save his life!"

The plain and unquestionable voice reached everyone's ears again.

"What are you, pretending to be a ghost!"

When Meng Shaoqin heard Wang Xian's words, he stared at him with an embarrassed expression.

All the members of the Meng clan also slowly darkened their faces, staring at Wang Xian who was wearing a mask.

"Who is this? He actually wants to keep that young man!"

"Hearing that his voice is so young, if he wants to keep that young man, he must have the strength to deal with two first-order Dongxu experts from the Meng tribe. Obviously, such a young voice is impossible to have!"

The people around watched Wang Xian approaching calmly, and whispered in surprise.

"I see, you want to die with him!"

The cyan long sword in the middle-aged old man's hand of the Meng clan lightly swiped, and there was a sound of wind, and he stared at Wang Xian coldly.

"Haha, let's try!"

Wang Xian looked at the members of the Meng clan and laughed loudly: "Then kill them!"

kill!

The moment Wang Xian's last kill word fell, the magic sword in his hand swung directly at the two strong men of the first rank of Dongxu.

Sword in the water!

Wear a golden sword!

The powerful Jinshui Sword Dao attacked them in an instant.

"court death!"

The two men of the first rank of Dongxu of the Meng clan had murderous looks in their eyes, and they went straight up with the long swords in their hands.

The moment they attacked, Wang Xian's attack did not stop.

Really. Sword rain!

Really. Sword rain, range attack!

The magic sword in Wang Xian's hand pointed towards the sky, and in an instant, golden and blue strange clouds condensed in the sky.

"Clang clang!"

Within the strange clouds covering a radius of two kilometers, sword rains were shot directly and concentrated towards the group of Mon people.

"What? He actually dared to fight against so many strong men of the Meng clan!"

"His attack is very strong, retreat, let's retreat quickly!"

Huge clouds have covered many people around. When they were shocked that Wang Xian dared to fight against the Meng people, they were also afraid of the strange clouds in the sky.

Everyone hurriedly hid in the distance.

Next, there may be a battle between the strong ones!