He also pointed it as a sword, and the light of the sword reappeared.

Waves of extremely faint sword intent permeated the mountains and forests he passed through.

The sword was broken, the hand was broken, the body was broken... Those who intercepted him, a member of the Famous Immortal Academy, were cut into pieces of flesh and blood amidst the piercing screams.

Saint masters like He Baihe, who possesses the strongest sword in Xianyi Academy, and Ni Henian, even if they are seriously injured, cannot be killed by ordinary practitioners, not to mention, in this entire mountain, in this entire Xianyi Academy

, He Baihe did not know how many swords he had struck out. This mountain was full of runes that he had buried in advance, and traces of his sword intention were left everywhere.

Only strong men like Ni Henian and Qiu Hanying could prevent He Baihe from leaving after completing his mission here. However, Ni Henian and Qiu Hanying were blocked by the swordsman on the waterfall at this moment.

"Jiang Jian...you are Ye Wangqing of the Ye family of Donglin."

"In the past, your cultivation level continued to decline, and you might not even be able to reach the Saint Master level in your lifetime. I didn't expect that the murderous intention in your sword today is like thousands of troops running forward. Your cultivation level has already reached the level of General Ye in the past."

Ni Henian raised his head and looked at the figure of the swordsman wearing a moon-white robe on the waterfall, "It's just that the Holy Emperor has always been very kind to your Ye family. Even the children of your Ye family are hereditary princes and always enjoy the glory and comfort.

Why do you still do such a thing?"

"The family is small but the country is large. In the past, I was trapped in love and threw away the general sword. Today I can pick up the general sword. How can I not benefit the world because of the wealth of the small family and personal life and death?" Dong Lin, wearing a moon-white gown

Ye Wangqing, the province's number one swordsman, still seemed to have a pitiable hint of sadness between his eyebrows, but his eyes were indescribably bright and resolute.

"If Donglin Province is lost in one day, will my Ye family be able to have a peaceful and comfortable tiled house?"

Hearing Ye Wangqing's voice, Ni Henian said no more and just waved his hand, signaling Ye Wangqing to leave.

At this time, Ni Henian's mind couldn't help but think of the ten years before Yun Qin, when he was walking in the streets and alleys of Zhongzhou City and watching the battles of all kinds of practitioners. It seemed that no matter what era he changed, even if

Nowadays, due to the merger of some academies, most practitioners come from academic schools and less from Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom. But now it seems that in this world of practitioners, there are always various practitioners who insist on their own beliefs.

The world is still wonderful.
Chapter completed!