"Boy, suffer death!"
Wan Chutian rushed over in an instant with the Qiankun sword in his hand, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and the air was filled with an aura of danger.
Tang Ming, who was already stiff at this moment, had a cold look in his eyes.
Because he clearly understood that it was impossible for him to defeat the Huanxuan-level monk in front of him. If he wanted to survive, he had to make some resistance.
For this reason, Tang Ming's eyes flashed with indifference, and he immediately picked up the lifeless Mu Qingyun and pointed the blade at his throat.
"Wan Chutian, if you take one more step forward, I will chop off his head!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
What surprised them was not the ruthlessness of Tang Ming's methods, but that he actually succeeded in killing Mu Qingyun with one person.
The gap in realm is a mountain that cannot be overcome, not to mention that this swordsman saint has learned the top martial arts in the sect.
On the other hand, Tang Ming, even though he was a coach at the Holy Land of Martial Arts, had never learned any martial arts. Even in battles, he used superb swordsmanship as a means of counterattack. It can be said that he should be at a complete disadvantage in the battle.
But without the blessing of the right time, place, and people, he still killed Mu Qingyun, who had always been ranked first among the Holy Sons. This is really not surprising.
When Wan Chutian saw the cold sword pointed at his strange disciple's head, his face fluctuated slightly, because even if a monk lost his life, as long as his body remained intact, there was still the possibility of recovery. .
But once the head is beheaded, given the opportunity of Cangqiong Continent, I am afraid that there will be no way to find a way to resurrect him in this life.
"Don't behead him, put down my disciple's body, and I can let you go." Wan Chutian stopped, with a hint of compromise in his tone.
It has been hundreds of years since the Holy Land of Sword Dao had such a proud man. If he was beheaded like this with no chance of recovery, it would be a big blow to the sect.
For this reason, Wan Chutian could only choose to compromise, otherwise he would only see a headless corpse.
But Tang Ming didn't feel happy at all. Instead, he said coldly: "Keep the Qiankun sword body and you can leave with Mu Qingyun's intact bones, otherwise..."
The sword blade in his hand was a few inches closer to Mu Qingyun's throat.
"Are you threatening me?" Wan Chutian said angrily, the anger in his eyes clearly visible.
As the leader of the Holy Land of Swordsmanship, although he does not dominate the continent, he is also a strong man in a separate country. How could he be easily controlled by a little kid?
"Thinking clearly about what you said, I am still able to negotiate terms with you so calmly just because I care about my disciple's corpse. But if you push me into a hurry, I won't be able to leave here alive. "
Now that Wan Chutian is holding the fairy sword, he can equal the fighting power of Xuan Xiaozi. If he throws the fairy sword away now, I am afraid that his fate will be the same as those of the disciples who died on the battlefield.
This is his bottom line, and it is also a condition that cannot make him choose.
After knowing the opponent's weakness, Tang Ming did not continue to press, but continued to speak coldly: "If you put down the fairy sword now, lower your head and admit your mistake, maybe you can be forgiven, and then you can claim to the outside world that you were bewitched by the devil." , the world will not regard you as a heinous bastard."
"If you continue to make mistakes again and again, the entire Cangqiong Continent will regard you as a shame. Even the good and evil factions will treat you as a street rat when they see your swordsman disciples in the future."
What Tang Ming said is not unreasonable. As we all know, many sects are established just to gain a good reputation. Once their reputation becomes bad, they will soon be criticized. At that time, not only the disciples of the sect will leave one after another, but also many affiliated dynasties and Second-rate forces will also disobey management and choose to join other sects.
This is why other small sects cannot be as large as the Seven Holy Lands, because the Holy Land is a place that countless monks yearn for. If even the sects admired by countless people have begun to have heinous acts like Wan Chutian bastard.
Then the honor and status of the Seven Holy Lands may be greatly threatened.
Suddenly, countless pairs of angry and contemptuous eyes looked at Wan Chutian.
"Old bald donkey, you should wake up now. When this matter spreads, it will not only lose the face of your Swordsman Holy Land, but also the face of our sect forces."
"Giving up the fairy sword, there is still room for negotiation. You don't want the Holy Land of Swordsmanship to become a disgrace to the Holy Land, do you?"
Wan Chutian also became a little shaken when he heard the voices of countless sect coaches and martial arts elders.
Even Xuan Xiaozi, who was in the center of the battlefield, immediately pointed to the tragically dead disciples on the ground and said, "Wan Chutian, do you still think that your disciples have not died enough?"
"Look at the corpses of these younger generations. Their parents trusted you and entrusted them to the sect, but now they all die here. Isn't it possible that your heart doesn't hurt?"
Words of accusation made Wan Chutian begin to hesitate. He had already fought to this point. There was no one around him, and the original fighting spirit was gradually drained away.
Looking at the battlefield with countless corpses stacked at his feet, Wan Chutian slowly put down the fairy sword, with a hint of melancholy on his face, "You are all right, but I am the only one who is wrong."
Hearing this remorseful voice, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, because as long as he lets go, this battle will be almost over.
Just when they were about to declare victory in the battle...
Wan Chutian's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Since I made a mistake, I will make a mistake to the end. As long as I have the fairy sword in my hand, who can do anything to me!"
When this was said, everyone was dumbfounded.
"Old bald donkey, you deserve to be beaten by Zhou Gutong for the rest of your life. You are already in a certain defeat situation, but you are still stubborn."
Wan Chutian instantly burst out with a majestic spiritual power, his eyes filled with coldness, "So what, as long as I enter the Mahayana stage one day and kill Zhou Gutong, who you regard as the number one monk in the southeast, then the entire continent will still be around. It’s not just me!”
Hearing this, everyone's expressions suddenly froze.
"It's so stubborn that it's really hopeless!"
"All leaders and martial arts elders, follow me to kill this thief!"
Xuan Xiaozi's voice sounded immediately, and almost all the remaining combat forces joined the battle to encircle and suppress Wan Chutian.
The people who came at the head of the group used their most powerful martial arts to kill Wan Chutian.
But Wan Chutian, who possesses the immortal sword, is like a god of death, with countless sword energy breaking through the formation in an instant.
"Hell, that weapon has the ability to absorb our martial arts, so it can't even get close!"
The spiritual power in Xuan Xiaozi's body also began to show signs of impurity. After all, the martial arts that had just unleashed mass destruction was extremely draining of spiritual power. Continuing to fight now is a test of one's own strength.
"boom!"
The sword energy spread across the mountains, breaking through the encirclement and suppression of countless coalition forces.
Xuan Xiaozi, who was sent flying hundreds of distances, also discovered his intention and immediately shouted to Tang Ming below.
"Let's go!"
However, it was already too late. Wan Chutian broke through the encirclement and instantly stabbed Tang Ming with a sword energy that was a hundred meters long, intending to completely wipe him out.
When looking at the sword energy in the sky that could no longer be avoided, a hint of rainbow light suddenly began to appear in Tang Ming's pupils.
"You brat, are you in crisis again?"
A familiar voice suddenly sounded.
