Invincible Dan Huang

Chapter 517 Death (3 more!)

"Hmph, Wan Yaoyin, just hand over the Seven-Star Broken Soul Sword if you know what you're doing, and we can spare your lives, otherwise you don't want to leave here today!" Facing Wan Yaoyin's questioning, Qiang Wuyou snorted coldly With a sound, he looked at Wan Yaoyin and the others with a stern look, and threatened.

"You're dreaming, Qiang Wuyou, the Seven Star Broken Soul Sword belongs to my Miao people, and I will never give it to you Qiang people!" Almost after Qiang Wuyou finished speaking, Wan Yaoyin said coldly, looking at Qiang Wuyou's There was even more resentment in his eyes.

"Bai Shengyuan, you Qiang people really want to attack our Miao people. You must know that our Miao people have been able to exist for such a long time like the Qiang people. It's not that we have no cards. If you make a move against us, our Miao people will definitely not let it go. At that time, you Qiang people don't have to think about it too!" Dong Xianye swung his sword away from the swords attacked by the cultivators of the God Realm, looked at Qiang Wuyou and the other three, and said in a cold voice.

Hearing this, the expressions of Bai Shengyuan and the three of them all changed.

"Hmph, Dong Xianye, don't scare me. I don't need you to tell me about the relationship between our Qiang people and Miao people. There will be a battle sooner or later. Getting rid of you early will be more beneficial to our Qiang people. Killing, who knows that our Qiang people did it?" Bai Shengyuan looked at Dong Xianye who was fighting with the third-level cultivator of the refining gods, with a hint of gloating in his eyes, and said sternly.

Bai Shengyuan's words silenced Dong Xianye. Although Bai Shengyuan was a bit stern, what he said was not unreasonable. After these years, the Qiang and Miao people have reached the point where they are in dire straits. Sooner or later, there will be a battle between the two tribes. , which is simply unavoidable.

And just like Bai Shengyuan said, if they were all killed, who would know who did it?

So what if the Miao people suspect they are Qiang people?

Without evidence, the Miao people can't do anything at all, and the loss of the saint and two elders is definitely a huge blow to the Miao people. It is still unknown whether the Miao people will be able to defeat the Qiang people at that time.

"Bai Shengyuan, Qiang Wuyou, you are so sure that you can kill us today, tell you, as long as some of us go back alive, our Miao people will never die with the Qiang people!" Wan Yaoyin will not be frightened by Bai Shengyuan and the others, he Seeing that Dong Xianye didn't open his mouth, he knew that Dong Xianye was fooled by Bai Shengyuan's words, his eyes rolled, and he stabbed the shoulder of the third-level cultivator of the God Refining Realm with a sword, turned around and looked at Qiang Wuyou and the other three and shouted coldly.

"Hmph, Wan Yaoyin, we are both saintesses of two races, let me learn today how powerful your Wan Yaoyin is!" Hearing Wan Yaoyin's words, Qiang Wuyou's face changed , but soon changed back again, with a cold snort, pointing his toes on the ground, holding a sword in his hand, and darting towards Wan Yaoyin.

After Qiang Wuyou attacked, Bai Shengyuan and Elder Lan also attacked one after another, Bai Shengyuan rushed to Dong Xianye, and Elder Lan confronted Miao Jiang.

After Qiang Wuyou rushed over, the cultivator of the refining gods stepped aside, and Qiang Wuyou's sword pointed directly at Wan Yaoyin's heart. Wan Yaoyin used the sword to hold Qiang Wuyou's sword, and flew back After five meters, he felt that Qiang Wuyou's force of rushing forward was taken off, and with a strong movement, he swung Qiang Wuyou's sword away, and then stabbed Qiang Wuyou's shoulder with the sword.

The cultivation levels of the two are comparable. Although Qiang Wuyou has more experience in battle than Wan Yaoyin, Wan Yaoyin's talent is outstanding, his speed is fast, and his body skills are weird, which makes up for his lack of experience. !

"Wan Yaoyin, is this what you are capable of? I am so disappointed!" After drawing a scar on Wan Yaoyin's face with a sword, Qiang Wuyou took two steps back, looked at Wan Yaoyin, coldly He said, his tone full of disdain.

A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, feeling the burning pain on his face, Wan Yaoyin stretched out his hand to touch it, wiped off the blood on it, looked at Qiang Wuyou coldly, snorted coldly, and suddenly let go of the sword.

Seeing Wan Yaoyin's movements, Qiang Wuyou was about to laugh at Wan Yaoyin for losing his sword, when he saw Wan Yaoyin's sword floating in front of him, while he himself closed his eyes and put his hands on his chest Qiang moved his front quickly, his mouth moved slightly, as if he was reading something, Qiang Wuyou couldn't help frowning slightly.

For some reason, seeing Wan Yaoyin's actions, Qiang Wuyou always had a bad feeling in his heart.

Taking advantage of Wan Yaoyin's closing eyes, Qiang Wuyou tightened the sword in his hand, pulled a sword flower, and stabbed straight at Wan Yaoyin's heart.

Just when Qiang Wuyou's sword was an inch behind Wan Yaoyin's heart, Qiang Wuyou's face showed a triumphant smile, Wan Yaoyin suddenly opened his eyes, and two white rays of light shot out from Wan Yaoyin's eyes, Qiang Wuyou only felt pain in his eyes, and his eyes turned into a vast expanse of whiteness.

"Bang!"

Qiang Wuyou, who had lost his eyesight, felt a cool wind coming in front of him, and subconsciously waved his sword to resist, but only felt a strange force, and then his sword was swung away, his shoulder was scratched, and there was excruciating pain .

When Qiang Wuyou recovered his eyesight, what he saw was his sword lying on the grass three meters away, while Wan Yaoyin's sword point was in front of his throat, as long as Wan Yaoyin's hand moved forward a little, he could Pierced his throat and killed him.

A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and Qiang Wuyou was enveloped in great fear. For the first time, he felt that death was so close to him!

"You, you can't kill me!" Qiang Wuyou stared at Qiang Wuyou's sword, and shouted.

"Why can't I kill you?" As if seeing Qiang Wuyou's fear, Wan Yaoyin's hand moved, and the sword in his hand also trembled, and every time he was almost able to draw Qiang Wuyou. With a worry-free throat, his tone was a little loose.

"I, I am the saint of the Qiang tribe. If you kill me, the Qiang tribe will never let it go!" Feeling the chill coming from the tip of the sword, Qiang Wuyou felt his legs tremble a little, but tried his best to control it. Thinking about the reason why Wan Yaoyin couldn't kill him.

"I remember you didn't just say that there will be a battle between the Miao people and the Qiang people. If I kill you, your Qiang people will lose a saint. This is definitely a blow to the Qiang people. When the time comes, our Miao people will deal with you Isn't it easier for the Qiang people?" Wan Yaoyin was unmoved, but returned to Qiang Wuyou what Bai Shengyuan and Qiang Wuyou said before.

Wan Yaoyin's words made Qiang Wuyou's face immediately pale, his mouth moved, as if he wanted to defend himself, but he found that he couldn't find a reasonable reason, his eyes rolled, and he saw that he was not far away. Bai Shengyuan, who was standing there, had a flash of hope in his eyes, "Elder Bai, save me!"

(End of this chapter)