Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

Di Cang couldn't hold it in any longer.

Endless murderous intent appeared on that face that had always been cold, indifferent and untainted by the world.

How dare you... tease him like this!

Damn!

Ning Xiyuan stood up straight, folded his arms across his chest, and leisurely admired the changes in Di Cang's facial expression.

Death Pretend...

Emperor Cang was seen forming a seal with one hand, and a magic circle containing unknown power spread out under his feet.

Immediately, it disappeared on the spot.

At the same time, a loud thunderclap sounded in the clear sky.

It makes people break out in a cold sweat.

But no one at the foot of the mountain suspected him.

After all, when a divine weapon is born, strange phenomena will naturally occur, which is normal.

Di Cang teleported to the side of the magic sword and sneered at Ning Xiyuan.

Even ants dare to challenge God.

Wait for him to draw the Taia sword first, and then kill Ning Xiyuan!

Di Cang gritted his teeth and resisted the power emanating from the Taia Sword.

It is extremely powerful. Just by getting close, one can feel the power to destroy the world.

It seems to be able to strangle people's souls.

so what!

Even if his soul is only one ten-millionth of the main body, it is still powerful.

Raising his hand to touch the hilt of the sword was still difficult even though the distance was only a few inches.

The spiritual energy around Emperor Cang suddenly exploded, and strong wind moved, swirled, and entangled with the spiritual energy.

With Di Cang as the center, the clouds in the sky appear in a spiral shape.

The phoenix cried and flew around Emperor Cang.

"This... this is the chosen one!"

"Soon...the Sword will accept him soon!"

Below, noisy sounds were heard again, and many people exclaimed in surprise.

Interfering with nature with human intervention...

Isn't this the chosen one who will draw the divine sword!

Ji Yunqing took two steps forward, staring at Di Cang's back, with a ferocious expression on his face.

What the Chosen One!

What kind of thing that popped out of some corner is worthy of being called the Chosen One! ?

He is the chosen one! He is the strongest man in the world's future!

The monks had keen five senses, so Di Cang could naturally hear the praises and exclamations from the people below the mountain.

but...

The chosen one?

What is that? It's not up to standard.

The corners of Emperor Cang's lips slightly raised, his arrogance was fully revealed.

The fingertips were almost touching the hilt of the sword.

Suddenly, a slender hand appeared in his sight.

Looking up, he saw that the girl had passed through the strong wind surrounding him and was standing in front of him.

Emperor Cang frowned.

But soon, he was doing more than just frowning.

The hand grasped the hilt of the sword.

soon.

When he was about to touch it, he took the first step to clench the Taia Sword.

Di Cang widened his eyes.

The expression on that face, which was free of desire and looked like a sculpture, became distorted again and could not be controlled.

Even Emperor Cang could not erase the shock in his heart.

How can this be! ?

Where is the pressure? Where is this divine power that can almost split the heaven and earth and shatter everything? !

Why did the girl in front of him turn a blind eye to such a powerful force?

"Brother Evil God, you should strike when the time comes."

"Fancy."

"useless."

Ning Xiyuan looked at Di Cang in disbelief, and before drawing his sword, he did not forget to mock him.

Before Di Cang could react, the next second, the Taia sword, with half of the sword body stuck in the crevice of the stone, was easily pulled out by the girl in front of him.

The tip of the sword points to the sky.

The gathered clouds suddenly dispersed, and in just a moment, there was no trace of cloud except the azure sky.

The long rainbow dissipated, and all the surrounding forces returned to calm.

Only the Taia Sword still exudes a powerful aura that is terrifying and suffocating.

There was golden light flowing on the sword.

The buzzing sound is like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, and can be heard for thousands of miles.

The cheers in Soul-Slaying City reached their peak at this moment.

Because victory belongs to them.

The sword belongs to them.

This is an established fact!

No one can distort the changes.

Except for Liuguang Zhuifeng Pavilion, all the major sects had mixed feelings.

He actually lost to a teenage girl!

Where can they put their old faces?

The leader of Liuguang Zhuifeng Pavilion and Han Pingle both frowned.

They looked at Ning Xiyuan, and the expressions on their faces became meaningful.

How could the one who pulled out the magic sword be Ning Xiyuan!

A mere human dares to fight with Lord Emperor!

"Who are you!" Di Cang stared at the sword in Ning Xiyuan's hand, and after a while he lowered his head to look at Ning Xiyuan's face.

With only the cultivation level of a god, he got the divine sword at such a perverted speed...

Definitely not an ordinary human being.

Perhaps, they are the same person.

Ning Xiyuan: "Deaf."

Who is she?

Just now, so many people called her name one by one.

Didn’t Di Cang hear it?

Ning Xiyuan sneered and walked down the mountain holding the Taia sword.

Di Cang still remained on the top of the mountain, his eyes deep.

Ning Xiyuan...

The name...

It seemed somewhat familiar in his inherited memories.

Ning Xiyuan landed at the bottom of the mountain, right in the middle of being surrounded by major forces.

She raised the Taia sword in her hand again and smiled brilliantly.

"Everyone, the sword belongs to me."

"..."

"..."

The leader of Feixian Sect rolled his eyes and shouted, "Who asked you?"

Take the sword and leave quickly. It's not decent to show off here!

Ning Xiyuan smiled: "No one asked."

"Just showing off a little bit."

The leader of Feixian Sect finally spat out a mouthful of blood.

孽 孽!

This is such a sad place, I can't stay there even for a second.

The leader of Feixian Sect patted Ji Yunqing on the shoulder, and two more wrinkles appeared on his face: "Yunqing."

"Thirty years..."

Ji Yunqing was suddenly shocked and quickly covered the mouth of the Feixian Sect's leader.

That's right.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully young people into poverty!

but!

Can’t say it in front of Ning Xiyuan.

An inexplicable feeling of shame.

Ji Yunqing: "Let's go."

Now that the dust has settled, who would want to stay in this place of right and wrong?

Bringing humiliation to oneself.

The people from Feixianmen began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Xiao Yi: !!!

Go! Go!

Why can't their Xingchen Palace move faster than Feixianmen...

Just when everyone was ready to leave.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

Di Cang has already landed beside Ning Xiyuan.

"You are not a sword cultivator, and you don't have sword bones."

"The Tai'a Sword won't recognize you as its master. If it has no owner, why not rob it?"

This voice seemed to have some fatal attraction, holding everyone's feet.

Ning Xiyuan is not a sword cultivator...

What's wrong with robbing?!

At that moment, many people suddenly understood.

Open up the pattern!

When did they become so obedient before the birth of this kind of magical weapon?

I was just shocked today and couldn't react for a while.

The eyes of the leader of Feixian Sect lit up.

Hey!

still have a chance!

Ji Yunqing quickly covered the mouth of the leader of Feixian Sect again.

"Do not."

"Father, there's no chance."

It’s better to leave. If you stay, you’ll be hurt again.

The people from Feixian Sect left quickly, but other sects were ready to take action.

They stared at the Taia sword in Ning Xiyuan's hand with eager eyes.