"Who else among you is dissatisfied? Am I qualified enough to come to this killing sword pool?"
Ding Xiaoyi asked the powerful man in chaos domineeringly.
His anger was flying and his sword intent was like a sea wave, and he coldly swept over the body of the powerful man in the chaotic situation.
Seeing Ding Xiaoyi being so domineering,
The faces of the powerful men in the chaos changed slightly, and their eyes showed fear.
This young man defeated this strong man from the Immortal Ji Sect with just one move.
It was obvious that this young man was so powerful that they were afraid of him.
"you……",
The strong man from the Immortal Ji Sect pointed at Ding Xiaoyi, but he was so angry that he couldn't say a word.
"Okay, Elder Ye",
The young man in black robe on the side couldn't help but frown when he saw this, and he yelled at the powerful man from the Immortal Ji Sect.
"Young Master, I..."
The expression of the strong man from the Immortal Ji Sect changed, and he showed an expression of shame.
The powerful men of the Immortal Ji Sect looked at Ding Xiaoyi as if facing a formidable enemy, while the three powerful men of the Evil Temple looked on with cold eyes.
"I am Zhao Wuji, the young master of the Xianji Sect. I don't know what you call me."
The young man in black robe hugged Ding Xiaoyi and said very politely.
"Ding Xiaoyi is the new King of Hundred Battles in the Killing City recently. Of course you can call me Ding Battle King."
Ding Xiaoyi didn't know how to be humble at all, so he answered carelessly to the young master of the Immortal Ji Sect.
"Sure enough, heroes come out of youth. No one expected that the newly promoted King of Hundred Battles in this killing city would be so young. It's really a shame."
[In view of the general environment,
A warm smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's face, and he said to Ding Xiaoyi again.
"It has nothing to do with age, really."
Ding Xiaoyi said to Zhao Wuji extremely seriously.
"Since he is King Ding, he is naturally qualified. I wonder what Ding Xiaoyi thinks of this killing sword."
Zhao Wuji turned slightly to one side and said to Ding Xiaoyi.
At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi saw the legendary killing sword.
I saw a blood pool behind everyone that was larger than an ordinary pool.
There was a long sword suspended in the center of the blood pool.
The long sword is three feet long and is red all over.
The rolling blood stirred up a red light, and the long red sword kept devouring bursts of blood in the blood.
A rolling tide of killing energy surged out from the red blood sword.
The air of killing spreads out,
It can easily erode the mind and plunge people into endless killing.
"I, the King of War, don't have any opinions. It's all about chance and ability."
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the killing sword in the blood pool. He felt that this killing sword contained a unique wave of sword intent.
at the same time,
The sword in his mind made a soft buzzing sound. Could it be that there was some connection between this killing sword and his sword in his mind?
He got the Heart Sword in the Sea of Consciousness from Xiazhou. It was originally a half-rusted sword.
Then swallow Geng
Li Qiu's sword finally turned into his own heart sword and entrenched itself in the sea of consciousness.
"Bold, who do you think you are? How dare you think of the Sword of Killing?"
Another strong man from the Immortal Ji Sect heard Ding Xiaoyi's words, and he angrily yelled at Ding Xiaoyi.
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, the look in his eyes began to turn cold.
This group of strong men from a chaotic environment invaded the killing city, and they still had the nerve to say such things.
"When I, the War King, discuss matters with your young sect leader, it will be your turn to bark like a wild dog."
Ding Xiaoyi sarcastically said to the other party.
As soon as I heard Ding Xiaoyi Nachi
Naked sarcasm,
The face of the strong man from the Immortal Ji Sect changed and turned red.
He pointed at Ding Xiaoyi and was so angry that he was trembling all over, but he couldn't say a word.
"Okay, just say a few words. Do you still think that I am the young master of the Xianji Sect?"
Zhao Wuji's face darkened, and he angrily scolded the powerful man from the Immortal Ji Sect.
Upon hearing Zhao Wuji's angry rebuke,
The black-robed strongman's face turned even uglier, with a mixture of blue and red.
His eyes flickered, not hiding his strong murderous intent at all.
"Your young sect leader didn't say that this war king is not qualified, so who do you think you are?"
Ding Xiaoyi, however, was unreasonable and taunted the strong man from the Immortal Ji Sect.
Hearing Ding Xiaoyi’s unbridled sarcasm,
The strong man from the Immortal Ji Sect was so angry that his blood boiled and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
"King Ding Zhan is really sharp-tongued. Zhao Wuji's lax control made King Ding Zhan laugh."
Zhao Wuji apologized to Ding Xiaoyi calmly.
Ding Xiaoyi was also slightly startled,
This young sect of the Immortal Ji Sect is really tolerant. He is as tolerant as a thousand-year-old bastard.
However, he had already noticed the murderous intention hidden deep in Zhao Wuji's eyes.
It is said that the bite of a barking dog does not hurt, but the bite of a non-barking dog does.
Ding Xiaoyi also secretly guarded against the young master of the Xianji Sect because he was too tolerant.
Like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark,
As long as you seize the opportunity, you will definitely give yourself a fatal blow.
"Young Sect Leader Zhao, I have said that if you want to surrender this killing sword, everyone should rely on their own opportunities and abilities, how about it?"
Ding Xiaoyi's face showed a smile that was unlike anything human or animal, and he said to Zhao Wuji.
"It should be so. It has been two days and one night since we entered this killing hall, but so far we have still not surrendered to this killing sword."
Zhao Wuji calmly said to Ding Xiaoyi.
"What are the names of these three people?"
Ding Xiaoyi turned around and asked with a smile to the strong man in the evil temple in blood-colored robes who was watching the excitement.
He knew that these three powerful men of the Evil Temple in blood-colored robes were not as simple as they seemed.
They did not show many abnormal behaviors in response to Ding Xiaoyi's appearance. They just watched with cold eyes the overt and covert fight between Ding Xiaoyi and the strong men of Xianji Sect.
Seeing that Ding Xiaoyi has set his sights on the three
A meaningful smile appeared on the face of Zhao Wuji, the powerful man from the Evil Temple.
Obviously he felt that no one would take Ding Xiaoyi seriously because he was so domineering, so he went to find a strong man from the Evil Temple again.
It was something he was happy to accomplish.
It would be best if Ding Xiaoyi fights with the three powerful men from the Evil Temple, and they can reap the benefits.
"Haha, I've heard for a long time that War King Ding is so powerful that he can crush the monks of Emperor Yong. Today, when I see him, he is indeed a hero from a young age."
"The three of us come from the Evil Temple of Chaos and are just low-level deacons of the Evil Temple. You can call me Honored Deacon."
One of them, a middle-aged man in a blood robe with a simple appearance and fair skin, gave Ding Xiaoyi a haha. There was no edge in his tone.
"Deacon Rong, what do you three think of this killing sword?"
Ding Xiaoyi sneered in his heart.
These three powerful men from the Evil Temple are obviously not economical lamps either.
On the surface, they don't seem to have much hostility towards him, but they have long condensed the evil aura of cultivation around them.
"I don't have any opinions, just follow what King Ding Zhan said."
Deacon Rong showed an honest smile and replied to Ding Xiaoyi.
The other two powerful men of the Demon Palace remained silent, as if all this was done with the honor of being the deacon.
The other two evil temple deacons looked gloomy.
Like the living dead, no expressions could be seen on their faces.
"Now that everyone has agreed, this killing sword will be based on everyone's ability. Whoever can surrender this killing sword will be the one who owns this killing sword."
Ding Xiaoyi waved his hand and said extremely arrogantly.
Although the strong men of Xianji Sect feel extremely harsh,
But their young sect master didn't object, and he couldn't say anything.
"Young Master Zhao, come first. The restriction on this killing sword should be almost exhausted."
A sly smile appeared on Ding Xiaoyi's face, and he said to the young man in black robe.
"Let King Ding go first. With King Ding's strength, he will definitely be able to defeat this killing sword."
When the young master of the Immortal Ji Sect heard Ding Xiaoyi's suggestion, his expression changed slightly.
"How about Rong Zhi first, let us also see the evil temple's clever tricks."
Ding Xiaoyi sneered in his heart.
He knew that Zhao Wuji would not agree, so he turned to Deacon Rong of the Evil Temple and said.
But Deacon Rong waved his hands repeatedly, and he said humbly to Ding Xiaoyi:
"King Ding Zhan is from the capital of Emperor Yong, and he can be regarded as half the owner of the capital of killing. It is better for King Ding Zhan to invite you first."
"You two, I only know how to fight, but I am not proficient in banning this war king. Otherwise, let Senior Ning do it!"
Ding Xiaoyi said to Ning Wuzhe again,
When the latter heard this, a wry smile appeared on his face.
"I haven't slept here for dozens of hours, and you pushed me up again. How can you treat an elderly person like this?"
Ning Wuzhe cursed lightly at Ding Xiaoyi.
