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Chapter 649 The Third Shackle

As countless dead monsters died under the swords of those monks from the Wuhen Sword Palace, the middle-aged man of the spirit guard finally moved his heart and body and moved towards the monks from the Wuhen Sword Palace with a heavy black mist. The formed team rushed.

This time, their Spirit Guardians and the Cultivation Alliance must have a decisive conclusion.

When the little Yaotong saw the three plague gods in front of him leaving, he quickly spoke.

"Since you have the opportunity, what are we waiting for here, hurry up and slip away!"

Xu Ming who heard the words said with a smile.

"Didn't the senior clamor to restore the entire Tianjimen before, but now that the disciples of the Wuhen Sword Palace have come to the door, there is no reason for me to leave."

The little drug boy who heard the words couldn't help saying angrily.

"Hey, you kid really knows how to accept death, as the saying goes, it is to keep the green hills without worrying about no firewood. Now let's avoid their edge, and when they are fighting for both sides, we will kill them and reap the benefits of the fisherman. Not beautiful"

Xu Ming's words made little Yaotong speechless for a while, but Chen Xue who saw this also said quietly.

"Senior, Xu Ming's words are not unreasonable. Now that the Wuhen Sword Palace has come to the door, the environment in this wilderness is already complicated and changeable. Now with these powerful sword cultivators, once they get rid of those mysterious people It’s us who will suffer.”

"It's a joke, how can my dignified disciple of Tianjimen join forces with those plague gods?"

"It's just senior, do you think Xiao Wannian, who has just experienced the pain of bereavement, will listen to your explanation?"

"Senior, I think you are well-informed, so you understand the truth of cold lips and teeth"

Chen Xue's concise and clear words made the little drug boy clearly see the stakes involved. Indeed, the wilderness was so vast that it was very difficult to avoid the spiritual exploration of Xiao Wannian, who was also in the tribulation period and was in a rage. , there is only one way, and that is to refine the elixir, but at this juncture, the little drug boy is no longer allowed to do so.

What's more, the movements made by refining the elixir can reveal one's position at a glance even without the need for spiritual detection.

Therefore, there seems to be only one way for the current plan, and that is to take action together with the mysterious spirit guards to eliminate all the troops in this Wuhen Sword Palace.

But it's easier said than done.

Who is the leader, that is Xiao Wannian, one of the elders of Wuhen Sword Palace.

His strength has already been immersed in the middle of the tribulation for a long time, and his swordsmanship is even more fierce.

There are also dozens of kendo masters in the void stage behind him, it is really impossible to win easily.

But at this moment Xu Ming was somewhat sure, seeing that the magma around him turned into You Zhuan and fell into the square inch ring he was holding with a slight move.

The scorching magma accumulated in this magma place for many years fell into Xu Ming's hands in the blink of an eye, and with the help of Falling Heart Flame, Xu Ming at this moment is no longer what it used to be.

At this moment, the middle-aged spirit guard clan who had taken the first step stood in front of Xiao Wannian with a black mist, and the disciples of the Sword Palace also stopped chasing and killing those dead monsters.

Because in front of them, besides the middle-aged man with murderous intent on his face, there was also a peerless man in shabby green clothes and carrying a long sword.
The little master uncle among them all, Tsing Yi Jian Zhao Nie!
The rumored top swordsman is rumored to be a powerful swordsman comparable to the current head of Wuhen Sword Palace.

No one would expect to meet this legendary swordsman here, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhao Nie has long been reduced to a tool in the hands of others, while Xiao Wannian, who is currently in a rage, doesn't care about Tsing Yi at all. Sword, purple sword.

As long as the person standing in front of him is a ray he thinks is the murderer of his only son.

Just as he was about to strike, a Sword Palace disciple behind him said.

"Elder Xiao, this is."

However, Xiao Wannian, who was furious, said sharply.

"Shut up, if anyone wants to prevent me from conquering the wilderness today, I will definitely make him end up like those monsters."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd behind him were immediately chilled.

Xiao Wannian, who was full of murderous intent, had already been dazzled by hatred at this moment.

I saw his hands smacking forward vigorously, and a long sword wrapped in purple appeared in his hand instantly out of thin air. There was a faint purple light flashing on the sword, and there were subtle thunderclaps.

One aspect of this sword also complemented Xiao Wannian's aura at the moment, as his thunderous strike, the purple sword light instantly turned into a piercing piercing through the north and south, and in a blink of an eye, it attacked the middle-aged man.

The reason why he shot this person was precisely because Xiao Wannian felt the unique karma that belonged to Xiao Feng from him.

Obviously, the death of his only son was inseparable from the middle-aged man in front of him.

Seeing this purple sword glow attacking, the middle-aged man of the spirit guard also attracted the surrounding black mist to form a thick wall.

It's just that he far underestimated Xiao Wannian's angry sword, and watched the purple horse run straight through the black mist wall and head straight for the middle-aged man of the spirit guard.

A sword flashed past, but at the moment the purple horse pierced through his body, it was completely dissolved.

The self-proclaimed middle-aged people in this wilderness are no longer the opponents of these monks from ten thousand realms and nine states. It seems that Xiao Wannian alone is not something he can deal with, so let alone talk about asking the sword master to ask for debts.

And Zhao Nieqi's current sword seems to have completely shattered the last self-esteem of this frog in the well.

The originally condensed killing intent in his eyes collapsed at this moment, like an ant's nest bursting a bank, without its previous sharpness.

I saw him looking up to the sky and screaming, his voice was like a mourning white ape, which made people hear a little tragic.

But then he pointed his heart across the sky and pointed his finger at Zhao Nie. A subtle crackling sound also indicated that he had unlocked the third shackles trapped on Zhao Nie.

The release of the third and last shackle also indicated that his control over Zhao Nie had been reduced to a level that could be ignored.

But Zhao Nie was able to restore his strength to about [-]% of the previous one, and it dissipated with his long whistle.

A powerful and surging sword intent then appeared, and the appearance of this sword intent also made Xiao Wannian's calm and prestige face show a trace of palpitation.

Although he was a little reluctant to admit it, the title of Tsing Yi Sword Zhao Nie was indeed like a mountain pressing hard on everyone's heart.

Coupled with the changes in the current situation, this feeling will only become more profound.

It's just that at this moment, Xiao Wannian also has the ambition of an old man, and he only heard rumors about it.

"You don't need to worry about me, quickly strangle all the monsters in this wilderness, and count as many as you can kill."

"But you, elder"

"Don't worry about me, I can do it myself"

Today, let me, Xiao Wannian, take a good look at the prestige of the Tsing Yi Sword.
(End of this chapter)