Transmigrating into a book to become a villain, start the game as a master and devil!

And the group of elders was also shocked, what is the situation of this holy son, why did such a powerful attack erupt.

If the sword energy just now attacked them.

Maybe they, the group of elders, are not much better off.

At the same time, a figure appeared out of the mountain that the sword qi had cut apart.

Seeing this, Wang Yixiao frowned slightly.

His figure is suspended in mid-air, with angular and handsome features, and his eyes are like stars, deep and melancholy.

Dressed in white clothes like Sheng Xue, the slender dust does not hang on the sleeves.

The faces of the elders changed after seeing this person.

"It's broken, the mountain that was cut off is Mingyueqing's training place!"

"Ming Yueqing has been in seclusion for more than ten years, I almost forgot about this person!"

"Oops, this Mingyueqing has a withdrawn personality, and the Holy Son has ruined his training ground, so what should I do now!"

And the disciples off the court had fiery admiration in their eyes.

Mingyueqing, a legendary figure of the Tianmo Sect, once used his own power to suppress the entire Yunzhou Tianjiao, so that the contemporary people could not breathe.

Even Feixianmen is no exception.

At that time, there were even rumors that Mingyueqing had once fought with the Saint Son of Feixianmen, and no one knew the final victory or defeat.

But since then, Ming Yueqing has been promoted to the position of elder and chose to practice in seclusion.

The only regrettable thing at that time was that Mingyueqing and Shengzi missed the trial, and their cultivation base was promoted too quickly, until they could not enter the secret realm to participate in the trial.

But even so, his legend is still mentioned in the mouths of his disciples.

Wang Yixiao raised his hand and swung his sleeves, coughing dryly.

It's time for me to play!

"Elder Ming, long time no see, I miss you so much!"

This Wang Yixiao knew he was wrong, but as the saying goes, don't hit the smiling face with your hand.

Coupled with the fact that she is also the leader at any rate, Ming Yueqing should not turn her face.

However, Ming Yueqing obviously didn't give Wang Yixiao face, and said with a cold face: "Master, I have been silent for many years, doesn't it mean that I have lost my temper!"

Ming Yueqing's voice fell, and she arrived in front of Jiang Beishan's cave.

And Jiang Beishan just adjusted his state at this moment, and slowly came out of the cave.

Jiang Beishan looked at the handsome Mingyueqing, and a memory appeared in his mind.

Mingyueqing!
The pride of a generation is like the scorching sun, overwhelming the heroes of the day!

But back then, he knew the result of his battle with the Saint Son of Feixianmen!
The two drew and had mutual understanding.

Most of the records in the book are praises.

After seeing Jiang Beishan, Ming Yueqing suddenly discovered the remaining breath on his body.

It was exactly the same as that sword qi.

But why is it so weak? How does this kind of ant-like existence cut out such sword energy.

Jiang Beishan's eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Ming Yueqing calmly.

He found that this guy's eyes were full of contempt, and he looked at himself like a mustard, or an ant.

But even so, Jiang Beishan was not angry. On the contrary, he said neither humble nor overbearing: "I think you should be Elder Mingyueqing!"

Ming Yueqing's eyes were indifferent, and her slender fingers tapped lightly.

A sword qi with condensed mana appeared, and under the suspension, the aura in the space surged over.

"You destroyed my mountain, take this sword, and I will spare you!"

Seeing this, Wang Yixiao quickly shouted: "Ming Yueqing, you are presumptuous!"

"This son is my holy son, even if you are an elder, you can't do that."

But Ming Yueqing didn't pay attention to Wang Yixiao at all, he stood with his hands behind his back, a terrifying sword will wantonly vented.

The surrounding air became frozen.

Seeing this scene, Shadow also became anxious.

"Master, save the young master quickly!"

This Mingyueqing is very strong. Although they are both in the ninth heaven of the Nascent Soul Stage, their strengths are like a gap.

Although Shadow is talented, he is just a younger brother in front of Ming Yueqing!
On Dongfang Lengyue's beautiful cheeks, there was no slight expression fluctuation, she just said coldly: "No rush!"

The other elders have already determined that the Holy Son's life is probably in jeopardy.

And all the disciples also discussed it one after another.

"Haha, the Holy Son's seat is still warm, is he going to die?"

"Wait, if the terrifying black sword aura just now came from the Holy Son, maybe he can really take the sword."

"Brother, don't be ridiculous, no matter how defiant this guy is, it is impossible to cut out that sword energy!"

"This holy son has just risen, but he is about to sink before he rises!"

After seeing this scene one by one, the disciples of the demonic way gloated over misfortune.

If the elders were not there, they would even add insult to injury.

It's just that Jiang Beishan was unusually calm. He looked at the sword energy calmly, "This sword intent has form but no spirit, and it is supported by powerful magic power, but what's the use?"

"Perhaps Elder Ming, you are not suitable for Sword Intent!"

The tone of the words was very light, as if he didn't care.

But these words deeply touched Ming Yueqing's bottom line.

After that battle, he had a glimpse of the true meaning of the way of the sword, and he has only retreated for more than ten years to practice the way of the sword.

But now, there was an ant who questioned him face to face.

Otherwise, he also said that he is not suitable for practicing sword intent at all.

It's just surprising that the corners of Ming Yueqing's mouth rose, and he sneered: "You also understand sword intent?"

The conversation between the two really made everyone confused.

Just now, they were on the verge of killing someone, but now they started talking?
And Ming Yueqing's sword intent was suspended, still releasing a terrifying evil spirit, and the weak disciples could hardly bear that breath.

But what they were very puzzled about was why Elder Ming stopped.

As for the elders, they only heard the general meaning of what Jiang Beishan said, but that was also mocking Ming Yueqing.

According to Ming Yueqing's temper, this kind of kid would be killed with a sword.

But only Dongfang Lengyue and Wang Yixiao knew that Jiang Beishan was in his arms.

Ten years ago, Ming Yueqing was unable to defeat Li Jianlai of Feixianmen, so she followed the devil and was obsessed with the road of sword cultivation.

It just so happened that in Jiangbei Mountain Cave Mansion, the terrifying sword energy that was cut out today has already attracted Ming Yueqing's attention.

Ever since, these elders pricked up their ears and listened.

Jiang Beishan said unhurriedly: "Elder Ming, if I'm not mistaken, what you're cultivating is the domineering sword intent, and you want to cut the way with strength."

Following Jiang Beishan's eloquence.

Ming Yueqing's tightly locked brows slightly relaxed, and the suspended sword intent disappeared, and she was still muttering: "Yes, the true meaning of the sword is the god, not the form!"

Not only that, Jiang Beishan didn't hide it, his voice lingered in the valley.

There are many disciples of the Tianmo Sect who practice swords. From the beginning, their faces were full of disdain, but later they became extremely shocked.

One by one, they listened carefully to Jiang Beishan's words.

Loudly!
The swords around began to contend, as if responding to Jiang Beishan.

Thousands of swords sounded in unison, and the avenue roared.

The elders were also shocked. Is this holy son really a Jindan stage monk?
Is he the reincarnation of the supreme powerhouse?

It must be, even Dongfang Lengyue had this idea.

Because Jiang Beishan is too evil.