When the sword edge dissipated, Xiao Yang and Yang Shou's tomb looked at each other.

Yang Shoumeng looked at the ground in front of him with countless thin cracks, and his eyes showed a look of praise, "I am worthy of being a disciple of Lu Xian. Only with such strength can he cut out such a sword. However, how much can you cut out of this kind of sword move? This world is conserved! Whatever you get, you have to pay the corresponding amount."

Yang Shoumeng said, and waved his arm again.

Xiao Yang also waved the purple divine light in his hand again.

It was another collision of sword intent, but this time, the sword intent that Xiao Yang cut out was not as powerful as before, and was directly pressed by Yang Shou Tomb.

Looking at Xiao Yang again, the purple sword light in his hand had dimmed a lot, and it had become illusory as if it was actually solid.

Xiao Yang calmly put away the broken sword in his hand.

It is indeed as Yang Shou Tomb said, such moves consumed a lot for Xiao Yang, and he really couldn't use them a few times.

Bai Yun divided the three of them and looked at the place where Xiao Yang's sword energy crossed, then looked at each other, with more or less solemnity in his eyes. They felt the aura of the ancestor soldiers in it.

The sword energy dissipated again, and everyone could see that the two swords just now had already consumed Xiao Yang a huge amount.

"Senior Yang Shou Tomb." Zhao Ji quickly flashed to Xiao Yang, "You said that your descendants of Xixia can be forgiven. Xiao Yang is the only inheritance of Lu Xian, so you must not attack him."

"Lu Xian? Just a dead person!" Yang Xingxia spoke in contempt.

"Rareless!" Ji Shouyi shouted, "Mr. Lu, how could a junior like you be slandered?"

"What?" Yang Xingxia raised her neck, "I can't say a dead person yet? Can't I let this Xiao use the name of this dead person to act as a blessing?"

"Junior, you are arrogant!" Behind Xiao Yang, one of them shouted loudly, and suddenly rose up and left Yang Xingxia. This person, also one of Lu Yan's followers, appeared this time.

"You are the one who is arrogant!" Yang Shoumeng stood with a sword, "I, the young master of Xixia, can you teach you a lesson? Get out!"

Yang Shoumeng slashed out another sword. This time, without Xiao Yang's troops to resist, no one present could take Yang Shoumeng's sword at the extreme realm!

Bai Yunfei stepped forward, put his arm behind him, pinched the old cloth that blocked the thing behind him, and tried to use force.

"Wait." Chai Jiuming pressed Bai Yunfei's shoulder and shook his head at Bai Yunfei, "It's not time for the ancestor worship soldiers, someone has come."

As soon as Chai Jiuming finished speaking, a flute sounded like a breeze, and it sounded in everyone's ears.

The sound of the flute is very light, with a strange melody. Under this melody, the sword edge cut out by Yang Shou Tomb naturally dissipates.

Chai Jiuming looked at the stone gate at the entrance of the underground palace and murmured: "How long have I heard this flute sound? The Star of Seven Killings, for the promise, guarded the Living Dead Cave of Kunlun Mountain to the death. How many years have passed, the flute sounded again. Could it be that the Living Dead Cave of Kunlun Mountain..."

"Hahaha, Yang Shou Tomb, you are old and still so stubborn." A loud laughter sounded, accompanied by this loud laughter, and a figure in a squat appeared. The man wore a hat and a green jade flute in his hand. He looked at the place where everyone was, his voice was hoarse, which was in a huge contrast with the sound of the flute blowing on his face.

Yang Shoumeng turned his head, looked at the jade flute in Ma Yi's hand, and said in a slight daze, "Seven Kills hold the flute again, is it the living dead in Kunlun Mountain..."

Mai shook her head slightly, "From now on, there will be no living dead people in Kunlun Mountain."

As soon as these words were said, all the big men present were shocked and their eyes were filled with disbelief.

Kunlun Mountain, the living dead, Chu Wudi!

Back then, even if he finally sat in Kunlun Mountain for decades, his reputation was enough to make people feel trembling.

But now, it is said that there are no living dead people in Kunlun Mountain, this!

Xiao Yang's pupils shrank, and of course he understood what Ma Yi was talking about.

Although Chu Zheng and Xiao Yang only met once, Xiao Yang had a deep impression of this uncle. In the cave of the Living Dead, Chu Zheng specially left Xiao Yang to explain some things, Xiao Yang remembered clearly that it was a righteous person, and his actions made Xiao Yang admire him.

But now, I haven't seen him again, but I hear this news.

Yang Shoumeng's eyes showed regret, "A generation of geniuses, the existence I once looked up to disappeared. The powerful spirit control force overrides everything, but in the end it is impossible to defeat time."

Ma Yi danced a flower with a jade flute in her hand. At the same time, Ma Yi's hat shattered instantly, revealing his scarred face. "At that time, the lord pulled me back when I became a demon. My kindness was like recreating it. Now, the lord is no longer here, and he only left the last order for me. Even if I fought for my Ma Yi's life, I would still prevent the unearth of the Western Xia inheritance!"

The moment the word "earth" fell, Ma Yi's body emitted emerald green light. The color of this light was the same as the jade flute in Ma Yi's hand, forming a pillar of light that completely enveloped Ma Yi.

Mai's aura was rising upward at an extreme speed.

In the past, Xiao Yang felt very relaxed when facing Ma Yi, because his strength had surpassed Ma Yi early on, but now, the momentum coming from Ma Yi made Xiao Yang feel a sense of pressure.

This change lasted for more than ten seconds. When the light column dissipated, Mai was still standing there. His appearance did not change at all, but the momentum he showed on him now made everyone feel breathing difficulties.

Bai Yunfei behind Xiao Yang murmured: "At that time, the three people of Greedy Lang, Qi Sha and Po Jun were called the three brightest stars in the world. Each of them had extremely strong strength, but the three people disappeared for various reasons. Unexpectedly, Qi Sha appeared again now."

Ji Shou nodded, "These three people have different personalities, and among them, the Qi Killing is the most terrifying thing. They are the master of killing and killing, and the Qi Killing is the name of Qi Killing. They were frightened by the time, but I heard that the killing was too heavy and I was already possessed by the demon, but I didn't expect that I was worshipped by Mr. Chu."

Jiang Shen said: "The current Qi Sha lacks the murderous aura of the past and seems much more calm. I don't know whether he is now strong or he is in the past."

Zhao Ji, who was standing aside, heard it and shook his head, "No matter whether it is now or in the past, as long as he picks up the jade flute, the top strong man in the world must have his name!"

Chai Jiuming looked at Ma Yi's changes and said, "Ma Yi, President has an order, and it is not necessary to prevent the unearth of the Western Xia inheritance. As long as the descendants of Xixia can reform themselves, they can accept the inheritance."

Ma Yi shook her head slightly, "What President Shenyin said, I don't care. Even if I lose my life, Ma Yi will do it. I want to take this Western Xia inheritance and kill me first."

Yang Shoumeng placed the sword horizontally in front of him, raised his finger and flicked the sword body lightly, and the sword body made a sound*.
Chapter completed!