Nie Tian looked at Han Qianqiu and spoke coldly, extremely domineeringly.
"You, are you going to find Mr. Yang Wanjian?" Han Qianqiu felt that the pressure of the sword above his head was much smaller. He finally took a breath, but his expression became more panicked, his voice trembled, and his upper and lower teeth chattered.
He never expected that Nie Tian would go directly to Yang Xun!
You know, Yang Xun has the status of Wan Jian, and is already a very terrifying existence in the entire Haotian Jianwu.
There are only a few dozen Wanjian in the entire Haotian Sword Martial Arts.
And even the Guardian of Haotian or the slave of Haotian Sword will not attack a Wanjian easily.
Nie Tian is just a swordfish who has just arrived at Haotian Jianwu. Is he going to fight a Wanjian directly in order to save his friends?
When the crowd heard Nie Tian's words, they were also surprised and looked horrified.
"Is this kid crazy? He wants to go directly to Master Yang Wanjian!"
"This guy's combat power is indeed strong, and he can become a Thousand Swordsman directly. But he is too young and too impulsive. Yang Wanjian is famous for his cruelty. If he goes directly, it will be difficult for him to come back alive."
"Isn't this kid highly respected by Lord Sixth Haotian? Why don't you go to Lord Sixth Haotian?"
Everyone was talking, and when Yang Xun was mentioned, their expressions were extremely fearful.
Haotian Sword Martial Arts has a strict hierarchy. Yang Xun is the Ten Thousand Swordsman, and can even kill the sword slaves under the Hundred Swords at will.
According to rumors, Yang Xun once killed hundreds of swordfish in a fit of rage without receiving any punishment.
It seemed that there was a big shot behind Yang Xun, and not even the six Haotians dared to touch him.
In fact, Haotian Sword Slave is also a sword slave, but he is just the most advanced sword slave in Haotian Sword Martial Arts.
The slaves of Haotian Sword are like the biggest overseers, and the real masters of Haotian Sword Martial are the seven guardians of Haotian.
Among Haotian swordsmen, force is supreme.
As long as you have enough strength, you can challenge anyone who is higher than you.
Just like Nie Tian, he can directly challenge Han Qianqiu. As long as he can kill Han Qianqiu, he can take Han Qianqiu's place!
In fact, even the Haotian Sword Slave can be challenged.
However, Haotian Sword Martial Arts has existed for tens of thousands of years, and so far no sword slave has dared to challenge Haotian.
"Take me there!" Nie Tian said coldly with his eyes downcast, as cold as a cold pool, with a biting chill.
"Boy, are you crazy?" Han Qianqiu was stunned for a moment and screamed: "Is it worth risking your life for your two useless friends? Do you know who Mr. Yang Wanjian is? What if I take you there? We will all die!"
Yang Xun is famous among Haotian swordsmen for being cruel and bloodthirsty.
Han Qianqiu knew that if he took Nie Tian to see Yang Xun, there would be only one word, death!
Yang Xun has the support of a big shot, and even Haotian is not afraid of him.
"My friend is not a waste!" Nie Tian's eyes darkened and he suddenly roared. The sword shadow hanging in the air suddenly sank and was directly suppressed.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound in the air, and Han Qianqiu's figure flew out directly. A bloody light appeared in the air, and the bloody atmosphere filled the space.
"Ah! My arm!" Han Qianqiu stabilized his figure, half of his body was covered in blood, and one arm was directly shattered.
Nie Tian didn't kill him, but directly broke one of his arms.
"I'll say it again, take me to find someone!" Nie Tian said coldly with extremely downcast eyes.
"I, I'll take you there." Han Qianqiu felt the killing intent in Nie Tian's eyes, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally nodded.
"Let's go!" Nie Tian roared, and like a wild beast, he came to Han Qianqiu's side, stretched out his big hand, and directly picked up the latter.
Han Qianqiu felt the power around Nie Tian and trembled with fear.
He couldn't imagine how an eighth-level pseudo-holy warrior could be so powerful.
"That boy really went to find Master Yang Wanjian!" Everyone looked at the disappearing figures of Nie Tian and Han Qianqiu, their eyes trembled, and they wanted to follow them.
Under the leadership of Han Qianqiu, Nie Tian quickly arrived outside a huge valley.
At the entrance of the valley, two giant swords fell across the sky, their auras were extremely sharp, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
These two giant swords are like gates, powerful and powerful.
"Lord Yang Wanjian, it's right here." Han Qianqiu said tremblingly, looking at the valley in front of him.
At the same moment, in the valley.
To be precise, this place is no longer a valley, but has been transformed into an open-air square.
On the square, there is a huge high platform, surrounded by huge pavilions.
At this time, on the huge high platform, dozens of female swordsmen were dancing and singing, graceful and graceful as if they were immortals.
These female swordsmen were all dressed in gauze pink clothes, and each of them had delicate and beautiful faces. When they danced, their graceful figures could be seen through the gauze.
What is even more shocking is that the strength of these female swordsmen is very strong. Even the weakest ones have high-level pseudo-sage cultivation and the realm of super-divine sword souls.
With such strength, if he were in the realm, he would definitely be a monster-level powerhouse.
However, at this moment, they can only act like kabuki dancers, singing and dancing for people's entertainment.
In the small pavilions outside the high platform, each of them sat a middle-aged man in rich clothes. Beside them, there were several women with exposed upper bodies serving them.
And these serving women are actually swordsmen, and their strength is no weaker than that of the female swordsmen on the high platform.
"Hahaha! Brother Yang, the Sword Princess this time is really good. It's much more flavorful than the last batch." At this time, a man laughed while drinking and looked at the people above the high platform. With an undisguised lust.
"Well, these sword girls are very good, but these maids are far behind." The man called Brother Yang, a middle-aged man with fat head and big ears, sneered, and his cold eyes suddenly looked at He twitched the corner of his mouth towards a maid next to him, then stretched out his big hand, grabbed the maid by the neck and lifted her up.
"Brother Yang, are you going to kill someone again?" When the others saw this scene, their eyes trembled and they became excited.
This obese man is none other than Wan Jian, Yangxun, who is famous for his brutality in Haotian Jianwu!
The other men have the same status as Yang Xun, Wan Jian.
Of course, when you reach Wan Jian's status, you don't need to exploit sword intent.
These Ten Thousand Swordsmen couldn't use the Haotian Swordsmanship, so they found some female swordsmen for fun.
And these female swordsmen were all forcibly captured and brought to the Haotian Swordsmanship.
Compared to those sword slaves who exploited sword intent, their experiences were even more miserable.
Not only do they have to serve Yang Xun and others, but if they are not careful, they will be killed directly.
Just like now, Yang Xun got angry and wanted to kill the maid in his hand.
The other Wan Jian has long been accustomed to such scenes, so he is not nervous at all. Instead, he is looking forward to the scene where Yang Xun will directly crush the maid to death.
Yang Xun is famous for his cruelty in Haotian Jianwu. He will definitely crush the maid to death!
