Shan Ershui's sword was broken, and an old man who was as fat as a ball appeared in front of him. He was shocked and his expression changed drastically.
Although the figure of the old man in front of him was a little exaggerated, the sword intent surging around him was extremely terrifying. He would not let go, making him look like a lion that was ready to strike. Once he made a move, he could tear an entire body apart. lead
Shan Ershui is the second among the three fierce swordsmen of Shen Jian. Although he is not a peak swordsman, his perception of the sword's intention is still very strong.
At this moment, he sensed two words in the fat old man's sword intent: oppression!
This kind of oppression actually makes him, a swordsman at the level of swordsman Nishou, faintly unable to penetrate.
With his realm and strength, even a swordsman at the peak of the Sword Martial Arts Reversing Saint would not be able to cause such a strong oppression to him.
Who is this old man?
Nie looked at the fat old man, and his tense heart suddenly relaxed, because the latter was Yin Fengwuself.
Yin Feng Wuwo is the pinnacle of the sword world. Now that he has taken action, Ruoyu Qianye will naturally be fine.
Everyone's expressions changed as they looked at Yin Feng Wuwo.
They were all extremely gifted swordsmen. Even though Yin Feng Wuwo deliberately restrained his sword power, they felt how terrifying the latter was.
"The Three Evils of Shen Jian, right?" Yin Feng Wuwo raised his head slightly, looked at Shan Ershui, and said with a smile on his face: "You can be regarded as a swordsman, a senior in the sword world, but in front of so many people, you are facing a person It seems a little inappropriate for a famous girl to take action."
"Old sir, this woman killed my third brother. As the second brother, of course I must take revenge. This is a private matter between this junior and this witch. I ask you to be noble and not to interfere." Shan Ershui's expression calmed down and his tone There was respect in it.
He is not a fool, and of course he knows that Yin Feng Wuwo is not someone to be trifled with.
"I'm sorry, I have nothing better to do than meddle in other people's business." Yin Fengwuwo chuckled and said, "In my opinion, this matter should end here."
"Senior, what do you mean by this?" Shan Ershui frowned, obviously suppressing his anger.
Shen Jian, the three villains, were all respectable people, how could they die in vain?
"Your third brother is not a good guy at first glance. This girl killed him, and he is responsible for it. If you don't want to die, just leave here quickly." Yin Fengwu said coldly, not wanting to waste any more time.
When Shan Ershui heard that the other party was trying to drive him away, his face suddenly darkened and he said coldly: "Senior, this is not your place, why do you drive me away?"
"I'm sorry, this is really my place!" Yin Fengwuwo smiled again, took a step forward, and suddenly a sword intent roared out.
In an instant, before Shan Ershui could react at all, there was a splash of blood in front of his eyes, and one of his arms was broken off.
His figure immediately retreated, almost losing his balance.
At this moment, a powerful force appeared and stabilized him from behind.
"Brother!" Shan Ershui turned around suddenly, and there was a familiar face behind him, which made him feel happy.
The person behind him was none other than his eldest brother, Leng Chenxiang, the leader of the three evil spirits of Shen Jian, known as the Sword Slayer.
"Leng Chenxiang!" Leng Chenxiang's sudden appearance made everyone present couldn't help but tremble, and many people screamed in surprise.
Leng Chenxiang's face was solemn, and her eyes were like sharp knives staring at Yin Feng Wuwo, but she was not afraid at all.
"What a strong murderous aura!" Nie looked at Leng Chenxiang and suddenly felt the bloody murderous aura surging around the latter, and couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.
He had seen many powerful swordsmen, but never one with such murderous intent.
Leng Chenxiang just stood there, and the murderous aura outside her body gave people a suffocating and intimidating blessing.
Sword butcher, sword butcher!
Leng Chenxiang's hands were stained with countless lives, and his murderous intent was fueled by these lives.
This murderous sword intent makes him far more powerful than swordsmen of the same level.
"Here comes a big guy." Yin Fengwuwo looked at Leng Chenxiang and smiled lightly, but his eyes were a little strange, as if he had discovered something.
"Old man, stop meddling in other people's business!" Leng Chenxiang said solemnly, her eyes flashing with murderous intent.
Even when faced with Yin Feng's selflessness, he was not afraid at all.
"What if I insist on taking care of it." Yin Fengwuwo smiled again, his expression becoming even weirder.
"Death!" Leng Chenxiang was silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a low voice, and then the figure moved directly, like an arrow from the string, gathering powerful killing intent, and suddenly came out to attack Yin Feng Wuwo.
He was very smart and knew that he was no match for Yin Feng Wuwo, so he took action instantly and took the opportunity to kill the latter by surprise.
In an instant, a terrifying murderous aura spread, and everyone felt as if an invisible hand was choking their necks at this moment.
This is the terrifying thing about Leng Chenxiang. The instantaneous explosion of sword intent and murderous intent are perfectly combined to form a very strong suppressive force. Even those who are stronger than him may be killed in an instant.
But it's a pity that Yin Feng Wuwo is too strong, far beyond his reach.
Just when Leng Chenxiang was about to approach Yin Feng Wuwo, he suddenly felt an invisible pressure coming from the void, which immediately made him stagnant, making it difficult for him to move forward.
Immediately, a more terrifying force appeared, imprisoning him instantly, and then directly oppressed him, as if to squeeze him to death.
"How, how could..." Leng Chenxiang struggled to speak, struggling to resist, but the force was getting stronger and stronger, and he was not able to resist it at all.
He had no idea that Yin Feng Wuwo could be so terrifying, crushing him directly with the pure power of his sword!
"This..." Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them. They all took a breath and were speechless.
Leng Chenxiang was a swordsman close to the peak of Nisheng in swordsmanship, but he was unable to fight back in front of Yin Feng Wuwo. How strong was the latter?
But at this time, Yin Feng Wuwo did not directly kill Leng Chenxiang, but controlled the sword intent extremely subtly, making the latter unable to survive or die.
"Old man, if you dare, kill me!" Leng Chenxiang was so fierce that he roared violently. Qi and blood surged in his body, causing several bloody mouths to appear on his body.
Nie frowned, wondering what Yin Feng Wuwo was doing. The latter was not the kind of person who enjoyed torturing people.
"Who taught you your sword intent?" Yin Fengwuwo's face darkened and he spoke solemnly.
"Sword Intention?" Nie was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Leng Chenxiang's Sword Intent was somewhat similar to Yin Feng Wuwo's Seven Injuries Sword Intent.
Could it be that Leng Chenxiang and Yin Feng Wuwo have some connection?
"I... Bah!" Leng Chenxiang's face was twisted and twisted, but she refused.
"Seeking death!" Yin Fengwuwo's pupils sank, a murderous intention emerged, and the sword intent around him suddenly changed slightly. "Teacher, long time no see." But at this moment, a deep voice came from the void, and then a solemn figure fell down, like thunder breaking through the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.
