For a moment, even Jian Wuya and others who were cold to him before, couldn't help but feel a little close to him.

"Born a sword body!"

Jian Wusheng exclaimed, and his face showed shock and anger.

The other few people also changed their brilliance.

The sword body is a peerless genius who has innately formed a strange physique and is a peerless genius who has no sword skills. Not only does it have an amazing speed of practice, it can also easily gain the active closeness of any spiritual sword in the world.

This is a talent that any sword cultivator desires!

Who would have thought that a man with a natural sword body was hidden in the Leng family.

Now, it's trouble!

A trace of surprise flashed in Mo Yu's eyes, but it soon returned to calm and turned into a faint mockery.

If it were other cultivators, even if they had been recognized by the king-level divine sword, they would not have any advantage when facing a natural sword body. But what he held was the Xuanhuang Sword, and only the Xuanhuang bloodline could obtain any king-level divine sword.

It is impossible to recover it!

At this moment, Leng Zhe stood quietly beside the Xuanhuang Sword, carefully releasing his breath.

After a few breaths, the Xuanhuang Sword trembled slightly.

Leng Zhe was stunned. He didn't expect that he would be recognized so easily, but his face showed a bright smile. The more he did this, the more he could not show his important role, helping Lord Leng Qianqiu get back the king-level magic sword. His status in the Leng family will inevitably become higher and be trained with greater strength.

"alright."

He turned around and nodded. The Leng family and the monks laughed at the same time, looking at the Sword Sect, showing unblocked mockery. He thought this would be difficult for our Leng family to lift the stone this time and shoot himself in the foot!

Deserve it!

Leng Zhe coughed lightly, and noticed the tense gazes of several senior Sword Sect leaders, and his heart became more and more proud.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the Xuanhuang Sword, and exerted a little force... and did not move!

His face froze slightly, and then he used force again... and then... and then he tried his best... and he tried his best...

Still not moving.

Leng Zhe's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"What's wrong?" Leng Yuanhe noticed something was wrong and spoke with a gloomy face.

Leng Zhe hurriedly shook his head, "It's okay, it still resists me, and it will be fine soon."

Taking a deep breath, he barely calmed down his panic and injected his own strength into the Xuanhuang sword little by little.

It's okay, it will be fine soon. I'm born with a sword body, and no sword can resist my temptation.

I'm the most awesome...

Perhaps because of psychological suggestion, Leng Zhe felt that he had regained his confidence.

Suddenly, the Xuanhuang Sword in his hand trembled slightly.

Leng Zhe was overjoyed, but the next moment, it turned into horror.

Buzz —

With a sound of sword, his body was thrown back, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, falling far away to the ground without a sound.

Everyone in the Leng family was completely stiff.

Dead...

Leng Yuanhe shivered. Although Leng Zhe was just a child of the Leng family, after his natural sword body was discovered, he had become the absolute direct line of the Leng family. He was carefully hidden to this day and spent countless treasures to cultivate vigorously.

Now, he actually died in front of him... and the king-level sword has not been included in his hands...

Leng Yuanhe suddenly expected the terrible situation he would face after returning to his family.

No, you must find a scapegoat, and the matter must not involve him!

Yu Guang and Leng Yuanming intertwined, and the two reached a consensus tacitly.

"Master of the Sword Sect, how dare you do something to kill me, the Leng family is born with a sword genius! My Leng family will never give up on this matter!" Leng Yuanhe shouted, and his momentum was thriving.

Leng Yuanming's voice was gloomy, "The Lord of the Sword Sect, Leng advised you to follow us and send the king-level divine sword to the Leng family, and then kowtow to my Leng family's head for mercy. There may be a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, the consequences of this matter will not be able to bear it!"

One by one, one after another, all responsibilities were pushed cleanly.

"Dare to kill my Leng family cultivator, the Sword Sect really doesn't want to exist anymore!"

"This matter must be severely punished, otherwise where is my Leng family's reputation?"

"The Lord of the Sword Sect, I will be buried with Leng Zhe!"

The Leng family monk roared repeatedly, looking angry.

Mo Yu suddenly smiled. He looked at the monks of the Leng family who were jumping up and down, and his eyes gradually became cold. The invisible sword aura, like the cold wind in winter, enveloped all the people of the Leng family.

Just as their bodies were stiff with disbelief, Mo Yu's cold voice flowed out, "Why do you think that this sect dares to kill you?"

The voice echoed in the hall, and the anger that had just surged out of the hearts of the Leng family was extinguished by a basin of cold water.

The chill that surged from the depths of their souls made them fall into an ice cellar, and their blood seemed to be about to condense.

The rich breath of death seemed to be right in front of you... within reach...

Leng Yuanming was very scared. He hadn't been around for a long time, and he was so close to death. It seems that since Lord Leng Qianqiu became the ancestor of the Holy Clan, he has never passed again.

He walked around all directions and was still unable to let go at first, but gradually discovered the powerful deterrence of Lord Leng Qianqiu, and he couldn't help but feel proud. Even if he was practicing the way of heaven, he had to give him enough respect and even tolerance when facing him.

But today, someone actually threatened to kill him...

Leng Yuanming suddenly became angry!

With Lord Leng Qianqiu in charge, who dares to touch a hair in the Leng family? Even if the murderous master of the Sword Sect opposite him is!

He must be bluffing!

Yes, that's it.

If you really dare to kill them, you won’t be afraid of pulling the Sword Sect into the abyss that will never be restored?

Thinking of this, Leng Yuanming felt that he had grasped the key. He raised his stiff face and tried to sneer, "Master of the Sword Sect, it's not good for you to do this. The Leng family is very angry, and the consequences will be very serious."

"Give you the last chance to bind yourself to your own cultivation and go to the Leng family to take the blame, otherwise there will be no place for the Sword Sect to survive in the Abi world."

In the end, his mentality had completely recovered. His slightly raised eyes and cold and tense face all showed the pride of the Leng family.

Moreover, Leng Yuanming is confident and he has the qualification to be proud.

Mo Yu was silent. After a few breaths, the Leng family members gradually became more and more active. They thought he was frightened by the exposing of his vicious face. When he cast an admirable look at Leng Yuanming, he suddenly shook his head, "Even if Leng Qianqiu is in front of this sect, he dare not be so unscrupulous. Where did you get the confidence? Since you are trying hard to prove the pride of the Leng family, then this sect will tell you that this thing is worthless in front of me."

He waved his hand, and Leng Yuanming's eyes suddenly widened, but before he could speak, he felt his eyes rolling in front of him.

Huh...

Why is another headless corpse, the scene of blood gushing wildly, so beautiful... But, why does it look familiar... This... It seems to be his body...
Chapter completed!