1233: C1233 Wind Sword Saint

C1233 Wind Sword Saint

Two human figures flew out from the center of the explosion. One of them held a Long Halberd in his hand. He flipped in the air and landed firmly on the ground.

Who could it be if it wasn't Ye Huo?

Although his clothes were torn, his Qi was still stable. There wasn't much blood at the corner of his mouth.

However, Ximen Lan was in trouble.

He fell from the sky and fell heavily onto the ground. Although he managed to get up in time, before he could open his mouth, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"You..."

Ximen Lan looked at Ye Huo with a shocked expression. At this moment, the clothes on his upper body had been burnt to ashes, and the area between his thumb and forefinger had exploded. Blood was flowing out from his wound. It was obvious that he had suffered a serious injury.

However, compared to the injuries on his body, what Ximen Lan couldn't accept was that Ye Huo looked much better than him.

"This move of yours is nothing special!"

Ye Huo waved the Long Halberd in his hand and said slowly, "It is slightly stronger than Dongfang Xue, but it is also limited. I am really disappointed!"

This sentence of disappointment made Ximen Lan lose his reason instantly.

"Bullshit! I will kill you..."

The extreme humiliation and fury made Ximen Lan charge straight at Ye Huo.

The surrounding martial artists immediately cried out in alarm.

"My god! If we rush over like this, we will be dead for sure!"

"Ximen Lan has fainted from anger!"

"I never thought that the genius of this generation would be so vulnerable. It seems like there is a fake beneath his fame!"

The discussions were like adding oil to the fire, causing Ximen Lan to feel as if his entire body was on fire.

He spread his arms wide, and used a method that would cause both sides to suffer heavy losses to attack Ye Huo.

However, in Ye Huo's eyes, this method was akin to courting death.

"Disappointment! Go to hell! Even with such a cultivation base, he still came out to make a fool of himself. Sigh..."

After saying that, Ye Huo thrust his halberd at Ximen Lan.

At this moment, an angry shout came from the void.

"So what if you have such cultivation base?!"

As soon as the voice faded, the wind and clouds started to move. The green wind in the sky started to spin rapidly, turning into a sharp sword that flew down from the sky. Its speed and strength far exceeded Ximen Lan's.

Ye Huo instantly felt his body tighten as he sensed the threat of death.

He knew very well how powerful this person was. He had already surpassed his current cultivation base. Not to mention him, even if Mozi Xingyun was here, he would probably be destroyed with a single sword strike.

Right at this moment, Ye Xu moved.

He stretched out his finger and pointed. A sword Qi flew out and collided with the green sword Qi. Then, both of them were annihilated.

Strangely, although the two sword Qi looked powerful, they didn't emit any ripples.

In the next moment, a violent gale raged. A violent hurricane was formed at the entrance of Mortal World Creation City. A huge pressure instantly descended upon the city.

All the experts in the Mortal World Creation City felt it. They looked at the sky with astonishment in their eyes.

"Holy Stage Peak!"

Cries of surprise rose and fell. For a moment, countless experts in the Mortal World Creation City flew into the sky and looked nervously at the green hurricane that was wreaking havoc.

At this moment, a ball of light flew out from the Mortal World Creation City. At the same time, a clear voice was heard.

"Who is the expert that has come to our Mortal World Creation City?!"

When the ball of light appeared, all the experts of the Mortal World Creation City bowed and greeted it.

"Greetings, Punishment King!"

The person who came was the publicly acknowledged third person in the Mortal World Creation City, Punishment King, who was in charge of the law.

Punishment King flew up into the sky and arrived in front of the green hurricane. After that, they started confronting each other.

Ximen Lan, who was standing at the entrance of Mortal World Creation City, felt something. When he raised his head and saw the green hurricane, he was immediately overjoyed and shouted out.

"Master, save me!"

The voice came from afar, and many experts' expressions changed.

"Eh? Isn't that the number one genius of Ximen Family, Ximen Lan?"

"Didn't he go out to learn some skills? Why did he come back at this time?"

"The master he mentioned, could it be the legendary Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian?"

The experts of Mortal World Creation City's expression changed drastically at the same time. They turned their heads and looked at the green hurricane.

"Boom..."

The green hurricane exploded, revealing an old figure. This old figure carried a long sword on his back, green gusts of wind wreaking havoc around him. His eyes seemed turbid, but they were actually overflowing with a bright light. It was as if a long sword was about to break out of his body.

Punishment King sighed and said, "I didn't know that Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian had come. I, Punishment King, didn't welcome you. Please forgive me!"

Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian immediately returned the salute. He still respected Punishment King, who was at the same level as him.

"Fellow Daoist, you are too polite. But we will talk later. Let me kill one of them first!"

His impolite words caused Punishment King's facial expression to change. He said in a flat tone, "Sir Feng Sword Saint, this is the Mortal World Creation City. I am Punishment King of the Mortal World Creation City. Aren't you looking down on the Mortal World Creation City by killing me just like that?"

Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian smiled and said, "Sir Punishment King, I naturally wouldn't dare to make a move in Mortal World Creation City. After all, I will retreat from Mortal World Martial King's prestige! But this man is outside of Mortal World Creation City. It seems that Sir Punishment King doesn't have the right to interfere with this old man! "

After saying that, he pointed his finger at Ye Xu.

Punishment King followed the direction of Feng Sword Saint's finger and was stunned.

"It's him!"

Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian frowned and said, "What? Do you know him?"

Punishment King's cultivation base was unfathomable. Even a veteran Holy Stage Expert like Feng Sword Saint wouldn't be willing to fight him. If Ye Xu and Punishment King were good friends, then today's revenge wouldn't be able to be avenged.

Punishment King smiled and said, "I have met him once before! There is no special friendship!"

Feng Sword Saint nodded and said, "Alright, in that case, Punishment King should not interfere in this matter! Consider this as giving this old man face! "1

"This..."

Punishment King felt a little awkward.

He knew that Ye Xu's cultivation base was unfathomable, but Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian was also a top expert. When two tigers fought, one would definitely be injured. If they fought, it would definitely affect the Mortal World Creation City.

However, since Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian had already said so much, it wouldn't be good for him to stop him.

Seeing that Punishment King didn't speak, Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian thought that Punishment King had tacitly agreed to his action. With a flash of his body, he turned into a green wind and landed at the entrance of the Mortal World Creation City.

The pressure of a Holy Stage Peak warrior was extremely terrifying. When both of his feet landed on the ground, a mountain-like pressure followed.

The warrior standing at the entrance of Mortal World Creation City felt his knees go soft. He fell to his knees, unable to get up.

The only ones who could still stand were Ye Xu and his two disciples.

However, Ye Huo and Baizhi's faces were also red and they had a hard time holding on.

"Master, you are finally here. If you don't come, I will beat you to death!"

Ximen Lan rushed in front of Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian and burst into tears.

Wind Sword Saint Bu Erjian looked at Ximen Lan and said, "Don't worry. With Master here, no one will dare to bully you!"

"Tell me, who hurt you!"

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