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In fact, those young practitioners, or those who have never really seen the strong, may not know how terrible the strong ones on the sword weapon list are.

However, these two Korean practitioners are not the kind of practitioners who look at the sky in a well. They have seen many strong people fighting, so they clearly understand how much difference they have with the sword masters who have a great cultivation level on the sword weapon list.

There are more than a thousand swordsmen in the world, and only a few dozen are able to rank on the sword weapon list. Even the sword masters who are hanging at the end of the sword weapon list, the strength he possesses is a monster for most sword masters who are not on the sword weapon list.

What's more, the Poison Belly Sword Master, who once ranked seventh on the sword weapon list.

According to legend, the Sword Lord of the Poison Belly is not only cruel and bloodthirsty, but his sword intent is just like his sword, fierce, violent and extremely vicious.

These two Korean cultivators are not weak either. If they encounter those who rank at the bottom of the sword weapon list, they may have the courage to join forces at this time. However, facing the Lord of the Poison Belly Sword, these two Korean cultivators dare not draw their swords at this time.

"Even if you want to die, at least you have to die clearly."

The gray-haired Han Di practitioner took a deep breath. He looked at the extremely gloomy Sword Master of Poison Belly and said slowly: "I want to know who you owe and who wants you to kill us."

The Sword Master of Poison Belly was not in a hurry, nodded and said, "I lost to Yu Zuochi that day. According to my crazy words, in addition to leaving a sword, I also had to never use a sword. However, Yu Zuochi and I said before comparing swords, if I lose, I will assume that I owe him a favor and do something for him in the future."

"Bashan Sword Field...Yu Zuochi." The grey-haired Han Di practitioner smiled bitterly. He didn't know what was wrong, but what he is sure now is that even though everyone did not underestimate the young practitioners in the Bashan Sword Field, the strategies of these young practitioners were still far above their estimates.

They felt that these things were very secret. Even though Li Buxiang from Changling was kept in the dark, the people from Bashan Sword Field had obviously guessed that they were going to do something in the town.

"Yu Zuochi has no intersection with us, and in fact, few people know our names." The grey-haired Han Di practitioner smiled bitterly. He looked at the Sword Master of Poison Belly and said, "In theory, no one knows that we will come. Then why would Yu Zuochi ask you to kill us?"

"Don't be too arrogant to yourself."

The Sword Master of Poison Belly smiled. He was indeed a person with a violent temperament, so his smile at this moment felt like a poisonous snake suddenly burst into a smile, giving people a particularly strange feeling. "I owe Yu Zuochi's affection. What he asked me to do was to stay in the position of Tunliu in the past few days. As long as the practitioners who appeared in my area were killed no matter who they were."

"What!" Two Korean practitioners completely changed their color.

"I don't have to worry about where you are. No matter where you are from, whether you are from Changling or from Han, Zhao, Wei, as long as you are from the practitioners who appear here in my sight, I will kill them all." The Lord of the Poison Belly Sword smiled cruelly, "Of course, if I can't kill someone, then I will let him kill me."

These words are indeed not difficult to understand.

The gray-haired Han practitioner took a deep breath and his face became extremely bleak.

He finally understood why Tunliu Neili seemed extremely calm, with only a few Jiaodong County

The practitioner is like a past vendor, who arranges the eldest prince’s daily life first.

The reason is that their opponents probably don’t want any practitioners to enter Tunliu.

"So, there should be many strong men on the sword weapon list like you?" The gray-haired Han Di cultivator looked at the Sword Master of Poison Belly and said.

"This is not something you need to care about." The Sword Lord of the Poison Belly Sword stopped talking. He looked at the two Han practitioners and said, "Get out the sword, I can let you draw the sword first, but in this next breath, if you don't draw the sword, I will draw the sword."

Two Korean practitioners knew that the other party was unwilling to say another word.

They have no choice.

Only swordsmanship.

Accompanied by a sharp roar, a crystal sword light surged in front of the younger Han practitioner. The moment a small ice crystal-like sword flew out from his sleeve, the bitter coldness of the sword had already condensed into countless ice in the air ahead of him.

Pushed by the true energy gushing out of his body, these ice sheets were instantly shot at the Lord of the Poison Belly Sword like countless arrows.

At the same time, the gray-haired Korean cultivator flew backwards, and a flying sword flying out of his sleeve shot straight towards the sky.

The violent friction between the flying sword and the air suddenly turned red all over, and it seemed like there was flames gushing out inside.

Both Korean practitioners are not ordinary sword masters.

For ordinary swordsmen, their own life and death are above everything else.

However, for practitioners like them, the overall plan is above everything else, especially for this gray-haired practitioner who controls the life and death of many Korean practitioners, the most important thing at this time is to evacuate many Korean practitioners and avoid the losses of the Korean dynasty as much as possible.

He could die, but he had to issue an order to let these men retreat.

A loud bang exploded.

The face of the younger Korean practitioner was pierced by countless ice.

He widened his eyes in disbelief, but his eyes were blood red and turned into darkness in an instant.

He didn't even see the sword master clearly or sense it. He just felt that his sword intent was counterattacked back.

His vitality has been completely destroyed.

There is a black sword in the hands of the Lord of Poison Belly Sword.

His sword had been left on the mountain road leading to Jinghu, so the sword in his hand was not a famous sword poisonous belly.

Strictly speaking, the sword in his hand at this time is not considered a sword at all.

It was like a sword body that had not yet been beaten, or it was like a dark iron stick wrapped in cloth strips at one end.

This iron stick has no sharp edge or sharp tip.

However, he just held such a simple iron rod, and with one blow, he broke through all the sword intents of a powerful man in Han Dynasty and killed him directly.

boom!

The flying sword shot by the gray-haired practitioner burst into a dazzling flame in the air, like a willow tree suddenly appeared in the air and then burned violently.

This firelight should be clearly visible within a radius of more than ten miles.

However, the Master of Poison Belly Sword did not care about what this practitioner was doing.

Because he accepted Yu Zuochi's death here.

So he just needs to kill people and do the simplest thing he thinks is the best at and the simplest thing.

As for what command this practitioner conveyed, he didn't need to worry about it.

puff!

The dark iron stick in his hand pierced the gray-haired practitioner's chest.

This gray-haired practitioner did not dodge at all during this process.

The Poison Belly Sword Lord's movements were too fast and his sword path was too weird. Even if he tried his best to avoid it, he could not dodge it at all.

But that doesn't mean he just waits to die if he does nothing.

The moment the dark iron rod pierced into his chest and the hot blood gushed out, he let out a roar like a wild beast, and the several pills he had been holding under his tongue were broken.

At the same time, all the true energy in his body exploded.

puff!

Countless blood rushed out of his body like a sharp sword unsheathed.

The hot blood is black and has a stinking smell that makes people feel palpitations.

The Lord of Poison Belly Swords did not stop at all.

He drew his sword and rushed past the side of the gray-haired practitioner.

His movements were extremely simple and clean, without any delay.

But even so, several drops of blood fell on him.

Several hissing sounds were heard.

Several blood blisters appeared on his skin and then became ulcerated.

However, in the next moment, fresh blood gushed out from these blood bubbles.

The Master of Poison Belly Sword wiped away the rotten flesh with an expressionless face. His wound gradually subsided. Then he looked at the gray-haired practitioner who was about to take his last breath, shook his head and said, "I admire your method of burning both jade, but you probably don't know that Poison Belly Sword was originally a poisonous sword, so such a poisonous practitioner cannot do anything to me."

Bang!

The gray-haired practitioner fell heavily to the ground.

His body began to fester after it fell.

The small sword flying into the sky extinguished the flames, fell down, fell in front of him, and nailed to the ground with a jingle.

...

Many people saw that ball of fire.

Many people don’t understand what that ball of fire means, but many people understand.

A carriage originally came from the direction of Yangshan County. This carriage belonged to a business that sold fabrics in the Yangshan County area, but at this time it was a scholar sitting inside.

The scholar was holding a bamboo slip in his hand. When the firelight appeared in the air, his car curtains swayed slightly. He squinted his eyes and saw the fleeting firelight. He was silent for a while and nodded to the place as a bow.

Then he knocked on the carriage and said, "No need to go, let's go back."

The carriage was moved on the narrow road, but after walking less than a few hundred steps, the carriage stopped.

Because there is a person standing in the middle of the road.

This man was wearing old clothes, his face looked very clean and he was not very old.

His people were not conspicuous, but the sword he was carrying was a little conspicuous.
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