Chapter 402 From the Three Yang Ten Sects

"The little thief from Xingfeng Kingdom, give you a choice and withdraw from Zixiao Kingdom immediately. "Otherwise, don't blame me, Murong Chang, for leaving you all regardless of the price."

A cold and sharp voice came from the clouds and fires in the distance, with a sense of looking down on the people.

Murong Chang stood in the flames like a fire cloud, his face was cold, holding a red and golden iron spear in his hand, pointing at Xu Xuan and others, his magical martial arts were trembling, like a god.

What a big tone!

The people of Xingfeng Kingdom and his group changed their expressions, but the savage aura from the other party made everyone's body and mind seem burned, and it was difficult to face Murong Chang directly.

"You guys retreat a hundred miles!"

Xu Xuan suddenly waved his hand and asked Dong Bingyun and other powerful Dan Condensing Powers to withdraw for a distance.

He knew in his heart that Murong Chang's attack power was domineering and powerful, and no one was his opponent except himself and Nie Han.

A few years ago, no matter Xu Xuan or Nie Han, he had no chance of winning when fighting head-on with this person.

Goodbye today, Murong Chang's powers have obviously made progress compared to a few years ago.

Soon, in front of the steep mountains, only Xu Xuan, Nie Han, and Chu Dong were left, confronting Murong Chang from afar.

Then Murong Chang naturally could not come over to fight alone.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

Several Yuandan-level auras flew in the fire clouds behind, far better than ordinary ones.

There were three people coming, a beautiful man in black robe, an old man in white-browed and golden robe, and a leisurely young man walking at the end.

Two of them, the old man with white eyebrows and the beautiful man with black robe, can be recognized by Xu Xuan.

The beautiful man in black robe is the leader of Xia Yan who was chased by Xu Xuan in the past and almost died.

As for the old man with white eyebrows and golden robe, Xu Xuan could guess that this person was the great elder of Lanfeng Kingdom without Chu Dong's introduction.

"The old man in Baimei is the elder of Lanfeng Kingdom, second only to Murong Chang and Zixiao National Master. He has bloodline power, and his strength is probably still above the former Eastern Army..."

Chu Dong's divine consciousness transmits voice.

The only person who doesn't know his identity is the leisurely young man walking at the end. His cultivation level has actually reached the middle stage of Yuandan. (")

"Tsk tsk, there are actually several geniuses in Xingfeng Small Country. It seems that they can move their muscles and bones today."

The leisurely young man glanced at Xu Xuan and the other two, and showed a slight surprise.

The actual age of Xu Xuan and the other two was much younger than him, and their cultivation level was all at the beginning of the Yuan Dan stage. Even if it was placed in the central region, it was a top genius.

"Brother Ge chooses it casually. The physical and sword cultivators among the three are probably not inferior to me."

Murong often smiled a little, and he was a bit compliment to this leisurely young man.

With his arrogance and strength, it is expected that the leisurely young man must have outstanding strength and identity.

Xu Xuan and Chu Dong looked at each other, and at the same time they had an unusual feeling, their eyes fixed on the leisurely young man, looking at him secretly.

The feeling that the leisurely young man brought to the two was a bit unpredictable, and there was a faint sense of superiority in his expression and manner, as if in his eyes, the strong men and wars of the countries on the border of the Eastern Wilderness were not worth mentioning.

Xu Xuan had an intuition that the leisurely young man in front of him was probably more powerful than Murong Chang, Zixiao and others.

"Your Excellency doesn't look like you are from the Eastern Wilderness border. I wonder which country's great power or sect came from?"

Chu Dong's eyes were calm and he looked at the leisurely young man.

The leisurely young man smiled slightly, and before he could speak, the old man with white eyebrows beside Murong Chang snorted coldly: "This fellow Taoist Ge comes from the central part of the Three Yang Realm and is a true disciple of the "Seven Sage Pavilion" of the Ten Sects of the Three Yangs. Looking at the central part of the Three Yangs, they are all geniuses."

Seven Sage Pavilion! Three Yangs and Ten Sects!

As soon as this statement came out, Xu Xuan and the other two changed their color.

The Three Yang Realm is vast and vast, and the capital of the cultivation world is hundreds of thousands.

In this vast area, what is truly famous and has been passed down through the ages is not the many countries and ordinary forces, but the Three Yangs and Ten Sects.

When it comes to the "Three Yangs and Ten Sects", those dynasties that are ten times larger than Xingfeng Kingdom are afraid of fear.

In comparison, the countries on the border of the Eastern Wilderness are even smaller as ants!

It is hard to imagine that this seemingly ordinary young man actually came from the "Seven Sage Pavilion" in the Ten Sects of the Three Yangs. (")

Chu Dong's divine consciousness sent a voice: "The Three Yangs and Ten Sects have four major demon sects and three major immortal sects. The Seven Sage Pavilion is affiliated with the three major immortal sects."

Seven Sage Pavilion, this is the second existence Xu Xuan has come into contact with related to the "Three Yangs and Ten Sects".

Before this, the "Dark Demon Art" that the Seven Golden Palace Kings, ranked first in the seven Golden Palace Kings, used was the "Dark Palace" among the four major demon sects.

Xu Xuan and Nie Han have personally experienced the unique skills of the Ankong Palace. Ordinary cultivators can only be killed instantly.

The "Seven Sage Pavilion" where the young man surnamed Ge is located is as famous as the "Dangkong Hall". They are all ranked in the Three Yangs and Ten Sects, and they have left a thousand immortal reputations in one world.

"Ge Qiu, who is not talented, comes from Qixian Pavilion."

The leisurely young man looked calm and looked at Xu Xuan and the other two with interest. His eyes flashed with strange light: "Haha, there are some people who can attract attention in this border of the East Wilderness."

Xu Xuan faintly realized that although the "Ge Qiu" was laughing, at some point, an undetectable murderous intent flashed.

The senses of ancient physical cultivation are entirely derived from the instincts of flesh and blood, and that intuition is very sensitive to the "smell" of danger and murderous intent.

He was puzzled. It was just the first time he met, why did Ge Qiu have murderous intentions towards him and others?

In terms of cultivation, Ge Qiu is better than Xu Xuan and the others. Judging from his talent, he is also an extremely genius. His only disadvantage may be that he loses to Xu Xuan and the other two in terms of potential.

Because of the competition for age, Ge Qiu is at least twice as good as Xu Xuan. It seems that it is only a matter of time to be overtaken.

Bang!

Chu Dong gently slapped the palm of his hand and sighed secretly: "It seems inevitable..."

He saw through Ge Qiu's jealousy at first glance.

Ge Qiu himself is a top talent in the central region. Now that he has entered a small place like the Eastern Wilderness Border and suddenly sees three cultivators who have the potential to surpass him, he will naturally feel a little frustrated. If these three people enter the central holy land, wouldn’t they easily surpass him in a more superior resource environment?

"Murrong Chang has it left to you!"

Xu Xuan's voice showed a little indifference, and he said to Nie Han beside him.

He was also a decisive person who killed and stopped talking, and a simple and ancient aura slowly emerged from his body. As the invisible physical aura dispersed, the nearby creatures were trembling and uneasy from the flesh and blood of the soul, and it seemed like an ant facing the insignificance of the ancient overlord.

"good!"

Nie Hanbing was cold and decisive. Without saying a word, his body shook and turned into a sword energy light mark with light and darkness, and he killed him alone.

Murong Chang suddenly felt a cold chill. The terrifying sword intent was domineering and destructive, like a galloping horse, but it seemed to have been tempered and sharp, stable and smooth. The master's control was so skillful that it reached the point of pure firewood green.

Buzz —

Nie Han's hands and feet were still moving, and a circle of arc-shaped sword light lingered on his body, crystal clear, but it was flashing brightly and darkly. A breath of destruction was condensed in the cold.

Murong Chang's heart trembled slightly. Nie Han whom he met today is more than half stronger than before?

He was also a proud person. Seeing that Nie Han did not use weapons, he put away the red gold iron spear in his hand, shouted coldly, and slowly pushed out with a palm.

In an instant, the fire clouds and red clouds wandering around him contracted violently, the light and darkness of the heaven and earth changed, and the violent aura was like a volcano erupting.

Bang bang-

With Murong Chang's move, the fire clouds were shaking the sky, and his aura soared into the sky. His whole body was like a flaming talisman. His most powerful and fierce aura shook the sky, and the explosion sounded like thunder and turbulent.

Dong Bingyun and others who had evacuated dozens of miles away were only terrified, and the fire smell made them feel hot all over.

drink!

A terrifying light burst out in Nie Han's eyes. With a slash of his fingers, a crystal clear arc sword light cut out through the air, as if it was the brightest color spot in the world. It seemed beautiful, but when it touched the breath of fire, it produced a striking thunder sound. The arc sword light group, shaking light and dark, and in the cold sharp edge, spit out a dark light of destruction and bursts of thunder patterns.

Scream puff puff puff —

The arc-shaped sword lights, wherever they passed, were easily penetrated by Murong Chui's attack and rushed to the front.

What!

Murong Chang's heart was thrilled. When did his opponent, who was once at a disadvantage, become so powerful?

He took a deep breath and used his lifelong skills. The red light on his body roared and rushed away overwhelmingly. The red glow and red light burst out violently, producing a shocking fire energy.

However, his opponent Nie Han was even more mysterious and superb. With every move, the sword energy roared, and the bright sword energy radiated in the world, changing light and darkness, and the gorgeousness contained in the invincible sword attacks.

Fang Yi fought, and the difference was immediately different. Murong Chang's attack was pierced again and again, and his body shook and retreated.

"How is this possible!" Murong Chang's heart was filled with storms. Over the years, his progress was so fast that the old Taoist priests of Zixiao Kingdom could not hold on.

However, although he is making progress, his opponent's progress is even more reasonable.

This is not only Nie Han’s own talent, inexplicableness and perseverance, but also related to the opportunities of the Ancient City of Tianji.

"There is such a terrible swordsman on the border of the Eastern Wilderness."

Ge Qiu, who came from the Three Yang Ten Sects, had a stern expression on his face. It was obvious that Nie Han showed his strength beyond his imagination.

The other party is not only a wizard, but also a native swordsman king of the same level!

If such a person is allowed to enter the central holy land, would it be great?

Just when Ge Qiu's face changed, a cold and hard voice sounded like spring thunder in his ears: "Your opponent is me!"
To be continued...