It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and all the people walking on the road lose their souls.

The fifth day of March is Tomb-Sweeping Day.

The cries of ghosts are endless.

In front of Wei Xian, some were holding swords, some were holding Fuchen, some were holding broad swords, or some were bare-handed...

Zhao Xianren of Ji Ao Villa was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. He held a famous sword in his hand and was followed by a cold light. Wei Xian stepped forward and made a Taishan stance. He lunged forward and punched out. The bluestone in front of him shattered. This blow

I want to cut the body of this young man in front of me into pieces on the spot.

"Ling Jun strokes the sword and is at home in Kunlun!"

Zhao Xianren, who was on the opposite side, sheathed his sword and made a gesture of caressing it. Then he dived down, barely dodged the swift and fierce punch, and then rushed forward quickly, trying to break the protective aura of this martial artist in the upper three realms with one sword.

. However, Wei Xian just kicked him back, bringing up countless rubbles and hitting the chest of this young swordsman from Ji Ao Villa. If he had not used sword energy to protect his chest in time, he would have been dead at this time.

"Let's go together. If we can defeat this long-famous martial artist in the upper three realms, even if it's just a fight, even if we don't get the secret book, this trip will be in vain!"

The five people behind him nodded in unison. Di Ping from Hanging Sword Pavilion turned around and charged forward. The sword in his hand was clanging first, but the people strangely rushed behind Wei Xian. He knew that this sword could not hurt him at all, but it might be a good thing to contain him for a moment.

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When the sword came, the big shopkeeper held it with both hands, holding the sword Whale Sea hidden in the Hanging Sword Pavilion tightly, and the sword energy spurted out, but he could not advance any further.

The whale's drink has not yet swallowed the sea, but the sword energy has already spread.

The sword intention of Hengqiu in Hanging Sword Pavilion is really extremely fierce, even though he is a pure martial artist in the upper three realms, he is still firmly restrained by a sword at this moment.

"The immortal was so drunk that he had three thousand black hairs and his hair turned white for the first time."

In just one breath, Di Ping made a sword secret with his hand and used two fingers to make a sword. He was born in Guajian Pavilion, so naturally he can be used as a sword everywhere. The seemingly similar finger also contains the essence of Guajian Pavilion Hengqiu's sword intention.

At the same time, Sima Liuyun's green long sword Chunlu also followed closely. Above his head, a white rainbow was like a rainbow penetrating the sun, heading straight towards the head of the big shopkeeper, Ma Wei of the Heqi Sect, and went up to the three roads hard.

The master of Qigong.

"Ride the wind and go away from the arrogance, who will be the hero when you go straight down the mountains and rivers!"

The big shopkeeper roared angrily, his robes fluttered, and an overwhelming arrogance rushed out of his body. Ma Wei, who was above his head, bore the brunt of the strong and abundant energy, and his hands were shattered. His eyes bulged and fell to the ground, and then collapsed.

He died on the spot.

The long sword in the big shopkeeper's palms suddenly seemed to have lost its spiritual energy. He threw it casually, and the sword tip went straight towards Di Ping behind him. Through his shoulder blades, he was nailed to the ground and embedded in the bluestone, unable to move.

, and Sima Liuyun's sword in front of him took a wrong turn, trying to avoid this amazing energy in time, but he had no choice but to avoid it, and hit the green brick wall behind him, vomiting blood at the mouth, and was seriously injured.

In just this moment, one person died and three were seriously injured.

"Hmph, today's Jianghu is full of such idiots. Are you uncomfortable coming to my Jianghu Inn to find such a dishonest person?"

In the early years, there has been a saying in the world that the sword cannot defeat Lingzhou Li, and the fist cannot defeat Yanyun Wei. The former is Li Canglan, the banished immortal with a single sword attack twenty years ago. Because it was his disappearance from the world that made the swordsmanship of his descendants stagnant.

Before, but always stuck to Li Canglan himself.

The latter was none other than Wei Xian, who was defeated by thousands of people on the battlefield. How could such a murderous boxing technique honed among the dead be comparable to these canaries from a prestigious family?

"As expected, the great shopkeeper's style is still the same as before. Even if he reaches the Yuheng realm, he is still imposing."

The speaker was a young man with a cold face, pale face, fleshless cheeks, and thick black eyes. He was weak when speaking, as if he was afraid that he would die suddenly in the next second.

"Annan Qiongxia Sect, it is said that you are used to using evil ghosts to feed your swords?"

The cold man Han Jin didn't say too many words at first. Two small swords flew out behind him. The swords were filled with black energy, vaguely like a ferocious kid holding a small sword and heading towards the big shopkeeper. Di Ping behind him pushed himself hard.

Pulled out from the bluestone slab and driven into the shoulder blade, the Whale Sea sword also flew towards the big shopkeeper under Han Jinxian's strange evil spirit's sword, heading straight for the door in front of him.

The big shopkeeper made a lunge forward again, his lower body did not move, his upper body twisted, and his two fingers tightly clamped the whale sea. The evil ghost holding the sword was as crazy as it was holding the sword with overwhelming energy.

It is already at the end of its power, and every second it is raised will cause great damage to the Yin body.

The big shopkeeper loosened his fingers slightly, turned slightly sideways, and when the whale was about to fly away, he touched the sword with his right hand, and the strong energy swept through it. The evil ghost was instantly wiped out, and the whale fell to the ground without support. Behind him

Di Ping, holding on to this effort, once again made a sword with two fingers, integrating his whole life's sword intention into one finger, and actually pierced the waist of the big shopkeeper, and blood spurted out.

"ah!"

With a cry of surprise, Di Ping's sword-making fingers and his entire left hand exploded when they penetrated Wei Xian's waist, and the pieces of flesh and bones flew out. At this time, Wei Xian finally received his first injury.

"Consumption ghost, what are you waiting for!"

Before Wei Xian could check the injury, two small pocket swords flew toward him and came out of his body. The wounds on his thighs and arms were faintly wrapped with black air. Wei Xian groaned, and a streak of blood oozed from his mouth.

, he twists the blood into a sword, pops it out with one finger, two drops of blood go straight towards the two small pocket swords, the martial artist's blood is so strong that it drips on the small swords, and it is filled with black energy. Without the support of the evil ghost, the small swords

fell to the ground.

"Feeding ghosts to control swords? It's just a strange skill. If I can learn the three eight scenes and twenty-four divine swords in your legend of Qiongxia Sect, maybe it will be worth seeing."

After saying that, the big shopkeeper stretched out his hand and put the two swords into his hands. He glanced at them, snorted coldly, and then squeezed hard, and the two pocket flying swords turned into fly ash.

"Get up again!"

Han Jin spat out a mouthful of blood first, and then eight pocket bone swords flew out from his spine behind him, rushing straight towards Wei Xian. At the same time, Lu Yifan from Tianya Haige came with his sword Ye Yu Deng, his sword intent was overwhelming, and he vowed to kill him.

The sword general, who has been on the battlefield for more than 30 years, has become a warrior in the three realms.

"The spirit of Yimu in the east, the spirit of Lihuo in the south, the rise of Gengjin in the west, the water crossing of Huangui in the north, the land of Wusi in the center, Qi Xiao, a disciple of the Guanshenxiao Fulu sect in Mount Tai, issued an edict, as urgent as the law!"

Taishan Temple's beautiful Kun Dao was also rushing behind the formation at this moment, and pieces of yellow paper talismans flew out, forming a five-element formation that could temporarily steal the power of heaven and earth. The rain lines turned into swords, the thunder and lightning became spears, the wind was like a knife, and the earth was like a sword.

The wall is high, the fire dragon spits out its tongue, and it surrounds the great shopkeeper, a pure martial artist in the upper three realms who has accumulated great power even though he has been absent from the world for a long time.

"Oh, I didn't expect that you are actually a disciple of Taishan Guanshenxiao Talisman Sect. I misjudged Yuyangzi. He actually accepted a disciple who practiced both Talisman and Sword. If that sour scholar Zhou Fangru was here, he would definitely say a few words. What a pity.

, I am a martial artist and can only say one sentence."

Shopkeeper Wei's Qi was surging all over his body. The abundant Qi was like a god coming to this world. He stretched out a palm towards the sword above his head. The sixth most famous sword, Ye Yu Leng, was unable to penetrate even the slightest bit.

Lu Yifan, who held the sword, secretly said something bad, but at this moment he could no longer withdraw the sword, so he had to restrain this arrogant and reckless man.

"Ying Jianqiong! You are not as lucky as me to have the opportunity to compete with a Tianxuan realm warrior!"

Di Ping, who was already at the end of his strength, shouted loudly at this moment. The sword energy of the Whale Sea Sword in his hand revived. Hengqiu's sword intent came up and held his body. At this moment, he entrusted everything to him.

Sword in hand.

A swordsman must be loyal to the sword in his hand even if he dies!

He suddenly disappeared from the spot and reappeared in front of Wei Xian the next moment. The long sword was blocked by Wu Fu's energy and bent into a strange arc. Di Ping instantly vomited blood, but he still looked forward, gritted his teeth, and never

Take a step back.

"Do you know what an earthworm is?"

A pocket bone sword wrapped in steaming black energy penetrated back and forth in Wei Xian's body. No blood flowed out of the wound, only streaks of black energy. Wei Xian reached out with his other hand and grabbed it again, and the swords tried to fly away.

The pocket bone sword was unable to move even an inch. Han Jin couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw this situation. His eyes were full of fear and he was actually trembling.

"Grand Shopkeeper, have mercy on me, Great Shopkeeper, have mercy on me! This junior must leave and never set foot in Yuzhou City again."

"When did I, Wei Xian, become a talkative person? I have been away from Jianghu for so long that you, the younger generation, have forgotten what kind of person I was back then. It's too late to beg for mercy now."

The big shopkeeper's hand was empty, and the small pocket sword was chapped. Seeing that he had no mercy, Han Jin roared first, trying to use his energy and blood to urge the small bone sword to leave the control of the warrior in front of him. However, the difference in strength was too great, and the bone sword slowed down.

Slowly turned into powder.

"Qiongxia Sect will not let you go! I...master...Qingfuxian...will not...will not let...you..."

Using his last strength to say harsh words, Han Jin slowly lost his life and became motionless.

The last eight bone swords were cast from his spine, and the swords were not held by evil spirits, but by his own Yang God. The bone swords were destroyed and the human life was lost.

Although Han Jinxian of the Qiongxia Sect was eliminated, the remaining power of the natal bone sword was still there. The big shopkeeper clenched his fists, his clothes swayed, and bursts of smoke rose from his pores. This was the eight-handled bone sword from before.

The corrosive force caused by the sword to Yang Shen would definitely lead to death if Wei Xian was only a martial artist in the middle and fourth realms.

"It's your turn!"

The palm that was originally holding up was suddenly grabbed. The famous sword Ye Yudeng was caught in Wei Xian's hand and he swung it down hard. Before he could react, Wei Xian punched out, and Lu Yifan suddenly hit the ground.

, rolled and flew out, and a burst of blood mist exploded from his chest.

The Five Elements Formation still blocked Wei Xian's every attack, but he didn't care at all and allowed the energy of earth, wind, water, and fire to hit his body, which was immediately covered with scars.

And in this half-breath, Di Ping held the sword, turned around, and swung the long sword in his hand violently. Wei Xian grabbed the oncoming sword edge with one hand, and there was a burst of gold and iron clashing sounds.

Then with a strong pull, Di Ping crashed towards Wei Xian. Oncoming was the big shopkeeper's punch, which hit him hard on the chest. A burst of blood mist erupted from his back, and he instantly fell backwards.

Flying away, he could only lean in front of the wall to prevent himself from completely passing out.

Lu Yifan stood up abruptly with a carp kick. The long sword in his hand was embedded in the ground and he lifted it hard. Then a stream of strong energy blew across, leaving deep cracks on the bluestone floor along the way. When the sword energy was about to arrive, Wei

Xian stretched out his hand and pushed forward, forcibly putting down the fierce sword energy. He himself was also pushed back ten steps. The big shopkeeper looked at it playfully and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

"Since I left the world, it has not been easy to compete with others. Today is very suitable for me. There are only three of you among these people. I think it is quite interesting. What are your names?"

Lu Yifan was half-kneeling on the ground, using his long sword to support himself so that he would not fall to the ground. The fists of pure martial artists in the upper three realms were like raging waves crashing on the shore, causing damage to many muscles and veins in his body. On the other hand, the opponent still did not use all his strength.

Still suppressing the realm to the Yuheng realm.

Compared with Lu Yifan's calmness, Di Ping's unconsciousness, and the beautiful Kun Dao Qi Xiao's face, she was just going to the sea to visit immortals, and she learned about it in Tianya Haige to join in the fun. For that book

She didn't pay much attention to the secret book that had disappeared for many years. If she didn't have the opportunity to compete with Wei Xian, she would definitely not come here.
To be continued...