"You mean to keep me here?" Tang Ming had a somewhat contemptuous smile in his eyes.
The air suddenly became more solemn, and the faces of everyone on both sides became gloomy.
"Duan Po Tian, you should know that Tang Ming is the coach of my sect. What do you mean by wanting to keep him?" Xuan Xiaozi looked a little angry.
"Since it's a negotiation, I can't always suffer the loss. Letting those low-level monks leave is a great mercy. If they just come back empty-handed, can I still do my job as the master of the demonic path?"
This time the demonic forces were involved in a joint attack. Duanpotian allowed these decent forces to leave, which was not in compliance with the rules. If he left empty-handed now, I am afraid that it would cause dissatisfaction with the other demonic forces.
"So, there's no need to talk!" Xuan Xiaozi's cold voice sounded.
"We need to talk. As long as you keep Tang Ming here, we can leave safely." Duan Potian continued.
Why only Tang Ming was left? And not someone else?
Xuan Xiaozi was worried.
Could it be that the devil knows something that even he doesn't know?
He is just a descendant of the Immortal Sword, not to mention he only owns one Immortal Sword. There is no need to rob him like this. Unless these guys are sure to have the remaining Immortal Swords, why insist on taking them away.
Thinking of this, Xuan Xiaozi's face gradually began to look serious, because he had an extremely ominous premonition that it might change the situation of the entire Holy Land.
I have to admit that the other party made a good calculation. First, they took advantage of the weakness of human nature to persuade all the sects to retreat, causing their combat effectiveness to suffer.
Then he continued to put forward conditions. When the balance of force began to tilt, all the rhetoric became almost in vain.
"It seems that you want to fight to the death?" Xuan Xiaozi said without any scruples.
Because the other party was obviously determined to take Tang Ming away, even if he told the truth, there would be no change in the result.
"Just let me take Tang Ming away. In fact, there is no need to fight to the death." Duan Potian sneered.
Such an obvious purpose made Wan Chutian a little curious.
"Why are you taking Tang Ming away?"
Even though he is holding the Qiankun Fairy Sword now, he still doesn't know what kind of secret this fairy sword hides, so he also wants to know why Duan Po Tian wants to hold on to Tang Ming.
However, Duan Potian's attitude was somewhat intriguing. He smiled coldly, and then said calmly: "It doesn't matter if you don't know. After all, this matter has nothing to do with you."
This statement made Wan Chutian a little dumbfounded. They were all in the same boat, but they actually said that it had nothing to do with him.
However, he did not dare to fall out. If he did not continue to confront Xuan Xiaozi, then all the anger of the Martial Arts Holy Land would be vented on him alone.
"Tang Ming, get out of here quickly, I'll help you buy time." Xuan Xiaozi said the secret message.
After receiving the secret message, Tang Ming just responded coldly, "There is no need to evacuate. If you just escape like this, you will think that I am afraid of them."
"Don't be brave. You can't deal with these people anymore. Leave now."
Tang Ming sneered: "The two of them have no intention of letting me leave..."
As soon as the two of them finished speaking, they felt that a large amount of evil energy began to condense in the surrounding space, and thunderclouds continued to roll in the thick dark sky.
"We're about to take action!" Xuan Xiaozi suddenly said in a low voice.
Tang Ming also pointed the green lotus sword in his hand at the two of them, "Let me see how much you two weigh."
A powerful rainbow light appeared instantly, and even the green lotus sword in his hand continued to emit sword sounds. The green and red lights intertwined with each other to form a two-color lotus.
With Tang Ming's volley of fingers, the blooming petals were like countless sword energy, instantly piercing the two people's positions.
The powerful sword energy made Duan Potian look shocked, because he didn't think that a junior in the Yuan-building stage could display such tyrannical strength.
With a backhand turn, the black cloud instantly condensed into a huge palm and began to grab Tang Ming. The huge palm rolled with thunder, as if it could destroy a city.
"How dare you show off your little tricks?" Tang Ming's eyes flashed with rainbow light, and there was a bit of contempt in the corner of his mouth.
"Buzz!" "Buzz!"
The sound of the sword kept flashing, and with the swing of countless sword energy, it instantly pierced the palm of the dark cloud. The sword blade shuttled back and forth, constantly piercing the black clouds, and after penetrating countless small holes, Tang Ming once again gathered a powerful sword. Qi, he immediately slashed it with his sword, completely shattering all the dark clouds that were pressing against him.
"Bang!"
The dark clouds that almost covered the entire Canglan Holy Land were cut off instantly, and the originally clear blue sky was finally able to see the sky again.
"It's not bad... No wonder that old guy keeps saying he wants to capture you alive. It turns out there are a lot of secrets hidden there."
Hearing this, Tang Ming's expression changed slightly, "Old man, how many thousands of years old are you? You dare to call yourself an old man, but you are embarrassed to call yourself an old man if you are not even a hundred thousand years old."
"Interesting junior, it is true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Since ancient times, longevity has been contrary to nature. There are very few monks who can live for ten thousand years, let alone one hundred thousand years. Even that guy Zhou Gutong, It's impossible to live to that age." Duan Po Tian was speechless.
In Cangqiong Continent, there are people who can only reach the realm of metamorphosis in their lifetime, and their longevity is only about 10,000 years old if they fight to the death. Old people like Wan Chutian who have lived for almost a thousand years have become the ones respected by almost all monks. exist.
Not to mention that there are still Mahayana monks above. The lifespan of these people has reached a terrifying fifty thousand years, but many people cannot reach that realm.
This is why Duan Potian had such a hopeless and ridiculous expression when he heard Tang Ming say one hundred thousand years old.
If there is someone who can live to be 100,000 years old, he will understand the laws of nature and know the past and present.
"Have you finished? Then I will marry your head!"
A sound fell.
Tang Ming was seen chanting a spell, and runes began to appear in the world.
"Let you frogs in the well see what it means to be a real swordsman!"
At the moment of thinking, green and red sword auras suddenly appeared. There were seven in total, and these sword auras were so huge that they were thousands of feet in size.
The seven sword energies correspond to the seven directions, and Tang Ming directly in front of him happens to form the eight positions of heaven and earth. It is this position that completely blocks the two people's retreat.
When they felt the murderous sword formation blooming, their expressions suddenly condensed.
"It's not good. This level of martial arts is probably not low, at least at the Xuanpin level." Wan Chutian is also a sword cultivator, so when he saw the sword formation, he could roughly guess the power contained in it.
"I know, so what can I do?" Tang Ming's expression was filled with contempt, and he didn't take it seriously at all, as if he could be wiped out with just a casual move.
"You two, do you have any last words?"
