surnamed Wang

Chapter 456 Sword Intent
The place where Hong Mao and the others fought was still some distance away from the central ring, and because they were so focused on facing thousands of silver needles just now, they had no time to care about other things, so the young man didn't know that his old man had been defeated.

Hong Mao had just successfully blocked the last hidden weapon of the Xiu family, and now his self-confidence was inflated, as if the whole world could not tolerate him.

The young man reinserted the sword into its sheath, and walked towards Feng Wuyong in a haughty manner against his shoulders. The latter used the treasure of the Feng family but failed to kill him. Dejected and a little dazed, he no longer had the prestige he had just now.

Hong Mao came to Feng Wuyong, put the sword on the ground, folded his hands on the hilt, looked at the old man quietly and said:

"Young Master is not from the Tang Sect, so naturally you don't need to worry about their bullshit rules. You old guy has a vicious heart, so I can't keep you."

After finishing speaking, he drew out the sword and placed it directly on the old man's shoulder.

……

At this time, Luo Tian's majestic voice suddenly came from the center of the square:

"Those who follow me will prosper and those who oppose me will perish. If you submit to the deity, you will spare your life. The Tang Sect will be renamed the Momen. From now on, the Momen will be the largest sect in the world. If you don't obey, you will disappear from the rivers and lakes together with the Tang Sect." Bar."

After Luo Tian finished speaking, as if to verify his words, with a wave of the magic knife in his hand, a row of low houses near the mountain gate was directly cut off in half, and that was where he lived for more than a year.

Hong Mao, who thought he could persuade the other party, gave up completely. He is not stupid, and knows that this is "foolish" doing it specially for himself.

……

All the prisoners in the square immediately dropped their weapons, knelt down and kowtowed, shouting in unison:
"I will swear allegiance to the Demon Lord to the death."

The surrounding disciples of the Tang Sect also began to hesitate at this time. They all looked at the suzerain Tang Zhi at the same time, with blank panic and even fear appearing on their faces. Wen Yan wanted to say something, but the other party stared back.

Tang Xin showed unwillingness on her face, and after struggling for a while, she finally helped her father up, and then the father and son knelt down together.

"The Tang Sect has since changed to a mountain gate, and it is dominated by Luotian Mozun."

Seeing this, the rest of the disciples couldn't say anything, they dropped their weapons, bows and crossbows one after another, knelt down, repeating the suzerain's words in their mouths.

……

Luo Tian's eyes were calm from beginning to end, he slowly came to Hong Mao, and said:

"Give you two choices, either die here, or worship me as a teacher, and I will teach you everything I have learned in my life."

The young man glanced around and found that everyone except himself was prostrate on the ground. No matter how firm his heart was, he couldn't help but be shaken at this moment. He stared blankly at the man who was no longer a simple and honest man in front of him, and asked a seemingly abrupt question:
"Can you use a sword?"

Luo Tian frowned slightly when he heard the words, and said in a deep voice:

"This deity can teach you sword skills, and can also teach you magic skills. From now on, you will be the devil of this sect, and the next successor of the demon sect."

This proposal was very tempting, but the boy still shook his head.

"I already have a master, and besides, I don't want to be a devil at all. Old man Ye said that when a man walks between heaven and earth, he doesn't have to stick to the world. He can be evil but not hateful, and he can't hinder righteousness. Only in this way can he live up to the sword in his hand."

After all, the young man pointed the long sword in his hand at the opponent, and put on a fighting posture, but the moment the sword was raised, it shattered with a "bang" as if it had been hit hard by something.

Most of the sword body turned into fragments and scattered in all directions, one of which happened to slash across the young man's cheek, leaving a not-so-shallow wound.

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"Kneel or not?" Luo Tian said coldly again, this time there was a bit more murderous intent in his eyes.

Hong Mao's eyes were determined, and the blood flowing out of the wound on his face not only did not make him flinch, but also stimulated the blood of the young man. He raised the sword with less than a foot left, and said word by word:

"If you want to fight, you can fight. Where is there so much nonsense?"

Luo Tian was angry and was about to make a move, but he heard a hearty laugh from behind:
"Hahaha, boy Hong, well said, he is indeed my grandson of Ye Jian."

Hearing the sound, Luo Tian turned around slowly, only to see that the old man who had been slapped away by his palm before was standing in front of him with his hands on his chest.

Luo Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, flicked his fingers, and completely smashed the saber that the boy intended to use for a sneak attack, and then calmly said:
"So you plan to bring your grandson to die with you?"

"Living for dozens of years, dying for a son, being filial for a son, loyal for a minister, righteous for a hero, so why not die?"

After the old man finished speaking, he stood with his hands behind his back. He didn't have a sword in his hand, let alone needed a sword. He himself was the sharpest sword in the world.

A point of the sword's heart gives birth to a three-foot sword intent, and a piece of the sword's heart gives birth to an endless sword intent. At this moment, Ye Jian is only a hair away from becoming a saint.

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For the first time, Luo Tian showed seriousness. He stretched out his right hand, and the magic knife inserted on the ground not far away buzzed towards him. Luo Tian grabbed the handle of the knife, and the momentum around his body increased, and a phantom slowly emerged behind him.

The phantom had two horns on its head, blue-faced fangs, and looked extremely frightening. It was a Rakshasa.

Luo Sha held the same knife as Luo Tian in his hand, and even his movements were exactly the same.

All the people present were stunned by this scene. That Rakshasa exuded a chilly aura that made people feel chills down the spine. He was an out-and-out man-eating ghost.

The old man turned a blind eye to the horrifying scene in front of him, and flew straight up, as fast as turning into a sword, as if he would never return.

Holding the saber in both hands, Luo Tian fiercely slashed at the old man, and the phantom of Rakshasa behind him repeated the same movement, swiping the saber, accompanied by countless indistinct wailing sounds.

In an instant, the sky and the earth turned pale, like the door of ghosts and monsters opened wide.

……

Ye Jian's face was stern, and he stretched out his right hand, forming a sword with his two fingers, with a faint blue color in the first three inches of his finger, and hit the opponent's knife hard.

After the blow, the wailing sound became more and more clear, and everyone present felt their minds shake, as if their souls had been ripped away, and some of the disciples with low skills even passed out directly.

The sound of the impact was not loud, but the power was terrifying. The hundred steps centered on the two of them immediately formed a circle of ripples that seemed to be real. Wherever the ripples passed, the bluestone floor was directly blown away.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Hong Mao ran away a long time ago. Some disciples and prisoners of the Tang Sect were not so lucky.

……

After Ye Jian's move, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes became full of fighting spirit. The old man raised his right hand, and this time he burst out with a green sword energy of more than three feet.

Luo Tian's face was gloomy, and with a flick of his wrist, there was a buzzing sound from the entire blade. With the buzzing sound, the black blade turned red from the root. After a while, the entire blade turned crimson red, which was different from the sunset glow in the sky at this time. same color.

This knife, Ming Hong.

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(End of this chapter)