Chapter 1214: The Name of the Sword Demon 4

Wang Xian had a better impression of the youth with shabby clothes.
At first, he gave Leng Haocang's Jinshui sword to him and saved his life. He knelt in the direction of the sword house for a full hour.
He can feel the nature of this young man.
In addition, he promised Leng Haocang to find him a heir so that he could carry forward the Jinshui Sword Dao.
Although Leng Haocang was a dead person.
Under such circumstances, Wang Xian decided to take action.
His palm moved slightly, and a long sword and a black long sword appeared in his hand.
The long sword is extremely deep. This long sword is a non-attribute long sword. In its class, this long sword has the lowest value.
But this long sword is most suitable for Wang Xian.
The name of the sword is no magic, and it is made of no magic stone. It is a second-order long sword with a hole in the virtual palace that Wang Xian obtained from the sword house.
"Escape, still want to escape? I want to see where you escape?"
Meng Shaoqin cried out with a look of excitement on his face when he saw the clan veteran's youth in shabby clothes blocking his escape.
"Shaoqin, what's the matter?"
The middle-aged man standing on that thousand-meter-sized terrifying wind sword glanced at the shabby youth and asked.
"Clan elder, this guy killed all of our Mon clan members, and even Banbu Dongxu and three extraordinary Tier 9 clansmen died in his hands!"
"What he holds in his hand is a weapon of the Void Void level, or a cultivator of the ninth rank with dual attributes of gold and water, clan elder, we must not let him escape!
Meng Shaoqin bowed towards the middle-aged and said quickly.
When he was speaking, more than 200 people of the Mon ethnic group encircled him in the center.
"What? A dual-attribute cultivator has reached the ninth transcendent level!"
Meng Shaoqin's words even the Mon clan elders showed a surprised look, staring at the shabby youth in shock.
It was the first time he had encountered such a young and enchanting genius.
This talent can be called Tianjiao 100%.
"Let him be a talented evildoer, let him be outstanding, before he grows up, dare to provoke our Mon people, all are looking for death!"
An icy voice came from the rear, and an old man slowly flew over, his breath locked on the shabby youth in the center.
"Dare to kill our Mon people, no matter what genius he is, he must die!"
"Yes, he must die today, he must die anyway, no one can save him!"
There are some Mon youths around, staring murderously at the shabby youths.
"Let's let you be an enchanting talent, let you be outstanding, let you be amazing, as long as you don't grow up, you will be weak after all!"
Zhou Yanmei stared at him coldly in her eyes and muttered in her mouth.
Everyone around saw this scene and sighed slightly.
Genius and Tianjiao cannot be called strong until they grow up.
The face of the shabby youth standing in the center was full of bitterness and helplessness. Slowly, a determined look appeared on his face.
He held the big sword in his hands tightly in both hands, he did not speak and remained silent.
This is a resoluteness.
"Let me kill a peerless Tianjiao with my own hands!"
The middle-aged man standing on the thousand-meter sword said slowly, the sword under him dissipated, and an extra blue sword appeared in his hand.
"Slashing you with one sword, it is also an honor for you to die under my sword!"
He stared flatly at the shabby youth.
"Hehe, a clan bullying a hapless guy, isn't it a bit too much!"
Just when the Mon clan elder is ready to do it!
Just prepare for temporary defense when your clothes are worn out!
A voice suddenly resounded throughout the area.
The abrupt voice made everyone stunned, with a look of error on their faces.
Even the two strong men of the first-order hole in the surrounding area were surprised.
At this time, who would dare to say such things?
And listening to this voice is so young, is it a kid who lives and lives?
However, several youths beside Wang Xian stared at him with shocked faces.
There was a smile on Wang Xian's face, and the people around could not see his smile, only the black mask he simulated, which obscured his face.
He slowly walked towards the center, holding the No Devil Sword in his hand, and glanced at all the Mon people.
"Where's the reckless guy!"
A half-step hole virtual strong man of the Mon clan looked at Wang Xian coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"The person who lives and lives, it may not be me!"
Wang Xian still said lightly, pacing and continuing to walk forward, full of wind and light.
The shabby youth surrounded by the green hills in the middle heard Wang Xian's voice, and his body trembled.
He widened his eyes and stared at Wang Xian excitedly.
This figure slowly overlapped with a shadow in his mind.
"Yes... Senior, yes..."
He muttered with excitement.
Hearing his subtle voice, Wang Xian glanced faintly, and then swept over all the Mon people.
"His life, I save it!"
The plain and unquestioned voice was once again in everyone's ears.
"What are you, pretending to be a fool!"
Meng Shaoqin stared at him embarrassedly when he heard Wang Xian's words.
Everyone of the Mon nationality also slowly sank, staring at the masked Wang Xian.
"Who is this? You want to keep that young man!"
"Hearing his voice is so young, if you want to keep that young man, you must have the strength to deal with the two strong men of the Mon clan. Obviously it is impossible to have such a young voice!"
The people around watched Wang Xian walk over calmly, talking in a low voice with surprise on their faces.
"I think you want to die with him!"
The cyan long sword in the hands of the middle-aged Mon ethnic group lightly swiped, making a sound of wind, staring at Wang Xian coldly.
"Haha, then try it!"
Wang Xian looked at the Mon people and laughed: "Then kill!"
kill!
At the moment when Wang Xian's last killing character fell, the Demon-Free Sword in his hand swung directly towards the two strong first-order Dongxu.
Sword in the water!
Wear a golden sword!
The powerful Jinshui swordsmanship attacked them instantly.
"court death!"
Murderous aura was revealed in the eyes of the two first-order Dongxu strong men of the Meng nationality, and the long swords in their hands directly greeted them.
The moment they attacked, Wang Xian's attack did not stop.
Really. Jianyu!
Really. Jian Yu, a range attack!
The Magic Sword in Wang Xian's hand pointed towards the sky, and in an instant, strange golden and blue clouds condensed in the sky.
"Qiangqiang!"
Within the strange clouds covering a radius of two kilometers, sword rain was shot directly and concentrated towards the crowd of Mon people.
"What? He really dared to fight against so many strong men from the Mon clan!"
"His attack is very strong, retreat, we quickly retreat!"
The huge clouds have covered many people around, and they were also afraid of the strange clouds in the sky when they were shocked that Wang Xian really dared to fight against the Mon people.
Everyone hurriedly hid in the distance.
Next, there may be a battle between the strong in the hole!