Qingyun Signed in for Three Hundred Years, and I Became a Peerless Sword Fairy

"Junior Brother Yinshan is in the perfect realm of transforming the gods, and his skills are also extraordinary, not to mention that he has people from the Proud Sword Sect to help."

"With such strength, how can there be any accidents, this Linglong Sword Heart, my Yin-Yang Sword Pavilion is sure."

As soon as these words came out, all the people present nodded slightly.

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Indeed, facing those natives of the Fairy Continent, what surprises can there be?

It's just some guys with low cultivation and lack of inheritance.

Even if there are one or two strong people, they will not appear at this time, and with the help of the Proud Sword Sect, there should be no accidents in this plan.

In this regard, the people of the Yin Yang Jiange have incomparable confidence.

The only thought I had was, how could Linglong Jianxin appear in the natives of the Fairy Continent?

What a waste!

Only people from the Yin-Yang Jiange are qualified to have such heaven-defying talents.

Even if the Qingyun sect knew about it, so what, a mere native sect, could it stop them?

Do you really think you are the number one force in the Fairy Continent?

For Qingyunmen's title, they looked disdainful and didn't care at all.

As long as they free their hands, Qingyunmen will be wiped out in one fell swoop.

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Afterwards, a group of Yin-Yang Jiange core powerhouses began to quietly wait for the news from Yinshan.

They believed that Senior Brother Yin Shan would deliver the good news soon.

Boom!

But just when they were full of confidence, a huge roar suddenly appeared.

The entire pavilion was shaking, constantly shaking, with a powerful force, as if it was going to swallow everything.

"Someone attacked?"

Sensing this wave of fluctuations, the complexions of all the experts present at the Yin-Yang Jiange changed.

With such a strong fluctuation, those who come are definitely not weak.

And all of this immediately made everyone in the Yin Yang Jiange squint their eyes, with killing intent surging!

"Report!"

At this time, a disciple came in and knelt down on his knees.

"Teacher, my lords, outside the Jiange, a man appeared with three people."

"That man's strength is extremely terrifying. With just one swing of his sword, all eighteen pavilions were cut in half. Moreover, he seems to be planning to continue to attack!"

Chapter 245 Punishment!

The disciple said, trembling all over.

Obviously, he was extremely shocked by the strength of the attacker, even to the point of fear.

He was originally a resident of a village a hundred miles away, a native mortal in the Fairy Continent.

But a few years ago, he was forcibly brought here by the people of the Yin-Yang Jiange, and became a disciple of handyman.

In the Yin Yang Jiange, the servant disciples are the most humble existence.

Yin Yang Jiange only taught them some of the most basic Taoism, so they ignored it.

As for the handyman disciples, every time they see the core personnel of the Yin-Yang Jiange, they must kneel down and pay homage, waiting for orders.

It is said to be a disciple, but only the word handyman in front is the most real.

At this moment, the handyman disciple didn't dare to raise his head at all.

I'm afraid that these devils will get angry and then vent their anger on themselves.

"How brave!"

"Who is so bold."

"How dare you come to my Yin-Yang Jiange to act wildly."

"I'd like to see who the hell it is."

Hearing the report of this handyman disciple, all the senior officials of the Yin-Yang Jiange burst into anger, and terrifying breaths erupted from them.

Someone actually invaded the Yin-Yang Jiange openly and aboveboard, which completely ignored them.

At this moment, even Yin Wujiu, the acting master of Yinyang Jiange, couldn't sit still.

He stood up, his eyes flickering with rage, and he looked outside.

"Junior brothers and sisters, join me in the attack, and kill offenders quickly in the future."

When Yin Wujiu opened his mouth, he killed him directly, without asking any reason at all.