I've been home for a hundred years and I'm invincible when I go out

Inside, how many powerhouses are hidden at this moment?

Will Yi Lingling's chance fall into Tianxia Pavilion's hands?

Chapter 522 Tianxia Pavilion

Yi Lingling ignored the prying eyes of the strong.

Stroll to Wanjianhou Mansion.

Countless eyes gathered.

There are many strong men lurking around.

All of them are at the ninth level of the Emperor Realm.

Yi Lingling looked at the figure at the gate of Wan Jianhou's mansion.

The famous Wan Jianhou.

Known as the best swordsman in the world.

Looking at it at this moment, Yi Lingling felt a little disappointed.

For other powerful men in the imperial realm, Wan Jianhou is naturally extremely powerful.

But it was far from Yi Lingling's expectation.

He looked over Wan Jianhou.

He saw a young man behind Wan Jianhou.

Prince Wan Jianhou, Wan Jie!

Yi Lingling looked cold.

"Things are impermanent, since we are here, let's rely on our own strength."

Wan Jianhou said calmly.

"In this world, strength is all about strength. The strong can do whatever they want, so don't ask why. The Wanjianhou Mansion is targeting you like this. It's only because you are special. You can sacrifice the divine sword, but your strength is weak."

Yi Lingling looked at Wan Jianhou.

Indeed, he was right.

In this world, it depends on strength.

Laws are for the weak and ordinary people.

From ancient times to the present, how many women ended up miserably because they did not have a strong background or strength because they were on the Hundred Flowers List?

In today's Hundred Flowers List, there are a few who have become playthings of the strong.

There is even one who has a special physique, can play an auxiliary role in cultivation, and has become a cauldron of a certain force?

reduced to a plaything.

This is the rule of the world.

The Tianxia Pavilion just set up a list to expose people, and they couldn't hide them, causing disasters to come to their door.

For Tianxia Pavilion, disaster or not has nothing to do with him.

No one can make it pay for it.

"Let's do it, I want to see how capable Wan Jianhou, the so-called No. [-] swordsman in the world, is."

Yi Lingling said indifferently.

"Where's your sword?"

Wan Jianhou was already holding the sword in his hand.

"Why use a sword to kill you?"

Yi Lingling even had one hand behind her back.

"Insanity!"

Wan Jianhou was furious.

The sword light bloomed, like a long river of swordsmanship, surging towards Yi Lingling.

Wan Jianhou made a move.

All the warriors in the imperial realm all around stared at him.

The number one swordsman in the world, well-deserved reputation!

As soon as this sword is released, there are not many people present who can resist it.

Facing this sword, Yi Lingling looked calm.

Raise the right hand, put the middle and index fingers together, and point the sword forward.

Sword intent emerges!

Wan Jianhou's sword light, like an illusory bubble, shattered in an instant.

There was silence all around!

The battle changed too fast, and some people who were waiting for the opportunity to take the opportunity to attack did not react.

Wan Jianhou was stunned.

flushed.

The belief that has always been the heart of the sword.

It shattered in an instant.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and the whole person was wilted.

It seems to have lost its spirit.

Yi Lingling's sarcastic voice reached her ears.

"No. [-] in swordsmanship in the world? A trash who has not even comprehended the sword intent and can only use brute force is worthy of being called the number one in swordsmanship in the world?"

"It's just trash."

puff!

Wan Jianhou sat on the ground wearily, and spat out two mouthfuls of blood again.

His soul was shaken, his body was cracked, and his mind suffered a great blow!

rear.

Wan Jie was desperate and lost his mind.

The mountain in his heart actually collapsed.

Moreover, it was easily defeated by others!

The person who crushed the mountain in his heart was actually the person he regarded as a container for refining the divine sword and as a plaything!

Desperation spread.

Yi Lingling stepped forward step by step.

Standing in front of the weary Wan Jianhou, looking down at him.

The secret Tianxia Pavilion powerhouse doesn't know at this moment whether he should make a move.

Yi Lingling is too strong.

Wan Jianhou was defeated so easily by her.

As for the other strong men in the imperial realm, their hearts were beating violently at this moment, and their breathing was almost short of breath.

The stronger Yi Lingling is, the more it means that the opportunities she has obtained are extraordinary.

The more it aroused the greed of some people.

"Wan Jie, you killed my parents, I want you to watch today, Wan Jianhou's mansion is turned into ashes!"

Yi Lingling looked at the desperate Wan Jie with resentment.

In his eyes, there was infinite regret.

brush!

One of Wan Jianhou's arms fell off.

But at this moment, Wan Jianhou seemed to have lost his energy, but he didn't react at all.

Seems to have turned into an empty shell.

Wan Jie staggered a few steps, eyes full of despair and regret, shook his head and said, "No, why did you lose?"

He suddenly went crazy and said: "Senior Pavilion Master, hurry up and kill her, kill her!"

Yi Lingling silently looked at him madly.

A sword cut off Wan Jianhou's head.

The gushing blood instantly drenched Wan Jie's body.

"Feel it well, your father's blood."

On Yi Lingling's beautiful face, there was a devilish smile.

Wan Jie fell to the ground in fear.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Yi Lingling reached out with her hand, Wan Jianhou's soul was pinched in her hand.

"This is your father's spirit, and it is dying now, all because of you."

"what!"

Wan Jie suddenly cried out frantically.

"Forgive me, forgive me."

Started to kowtow frantically.

His eyes were full of fear.

Even scared to pee.

The surrounding warriors all felt a chill when they looked at Yi Lingling.

Do you want to make a move?

"Forgive you?"

Yi Lingling killed Wan Jianhou's soul, stood in front of Wan Jie, and looked down at him.

"Are you worthy?"

brush!

Wan Jie sorted them with one hand, turning them into fine pieces of flesh and blood, which spilled on his face.

Blood spurted from the wound.

It also sprinkled all on his own body.

Wan Jie screamed, followed by cursing.

Eyes full of fear and regret.

Yi Lingling seemed to be immersed in torturing Wan Jie with all her body and mind.

It seemed that the great hatred had been avenged, and the whole person was in a state of relaxation.

Just now.

Someone took a shot.