"Yin Zhiwei!" When the crowd heard this name, their eyes couldn't help but tremble. So, the person who spoke was Yin Zhiwei. No wonder he was so arrogant and ruthless.
"Yin Zhiwei?" At this moment, Nie Tian's eyes narrowed. He had heard this name once before, and he remembered it very clearly.
Yin Zhiwei was from the Ascendant Cloud Sword Pavilion, and he was already engaged to Qin Yang's younger sister, Qin Yue.
It was said that Yin Zhiwei was once the number one swordsman of the Earth Sword and was ranked 29th on the Heavenly Sword Ranking.
Nie Tian saw that Yin Zhiwei was just over a hundred years old, similar to Han Ling. It was indeed very impressive for him to be ranked 29th on the Heavenly Sword Ranking at this age.
Especially when compared to Han Ling, the gap between the two of them was really huge.
"It's him!" Han Ling's eyes trembled slightly. Although he had never met Yin Zhiwei before, he knew the latter's relationship with Qin Yue. Seeing this person acting so arrogant, it was easy to imagine his feelings.
"A bunch of ants!" Yin Zhiwei's gaze was cold as he looked at the crowd with disdain. He reprimanded without any scruples and prepared to turn around and leave.
In his eyes, these swordsmen around him were not worthy of the title of swordsman. At most, they were a bunch of ant-like swordsmen.
Being looked down upon by Yin Zhiwei, everyone was furious, but they dared not say anything. They could only look at Yin Zhiwei's departing figure hatefully.
Yin Zhiwei was arrogant, but he had the strength to be arrogant. His strength was already very terrifying. In addition to the Ascendant Cloud Sword Pavilion behind him, there were only a handful of people who dared to provoke him.
"You call everyone ants? Aren't you being a little too arrogant?" Just as Yin Zhiwei's figure left, a discordant voice sounded. There was a hint of mockery in it.
This voice was not loud, but everyone's gazes turned over. They saw that the person who spoke was a middle-aged swordsman in gray robes. He held a black broadsword in his hand and appeared very mighty.
Nie Tian looked at the gray-robed swordsman. The latter was not weak. He was actually a fifth-level Heavenly Emperor, at the Intermediate Sword Profundity Realm.
"Hmm?" Yin Zhiwei's eyes darkened slightly. He then turned around and looked at the gray-robed swordsman sternly. He sneered, "Ant, say what you just said again."
"So what if I say it again?" The grey-robed swordsman was rather hot-blooded as he growled in a deep voice, "Aren't you being too arrogant by treating all the swordsmen here as ants? Don't think that no one will dare to touch you just because you have the backing of the Ascendant Cloud Sword Pavilion! This is Tianhuang City. No matter how powerful your Ascendant Cloud Sword Pavilion is, there's no way you can extend your claws here! "
When the crowd heard the grey-robed swordsman's words, they all nodded in agreement. Yin Zhiwei's arrogance was too much, and he had provoked the public's anger.
"Really?" However, Yin Zhiwei did not care about the reactions of the others. He stared coldly at the grey-robed swordsman. A terrifying killing intent spread through the air, and everyone present felt a suffocating pressure.
"Courting death!" Suddenly, Yin Zhiwei's figure moved, and then a strand of murderous Sword Intent whistled out. It actually condensed into a silver human silhouette in midair, and it flickered like a ghost.
"Bang!" The air trembled slightly, and after a muffled bang, the grey-robed swordsman was sent flying. When he landed on the ground, he had become a headless corpse!
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Before anyone could understand what was going on, the grey-robed swordsman had already strangely decapitated.
What was even more bizarre was that the blood that flowed out from the grey-robed swordsman's head was not crimson, but silver blood. It was as if his blood had been contaminated by the Silver Sword Intent, turning it silvery-white!
Yin Zhiwei's sword was swift to the extreme, and it was merciless and murderous. It caught everyone off guard.
No one expected Yin Zhiwei to kill someone under the watchful eyes of the public, and even more so, no one expected his sword to be so bizarre.
"Silver Soul Sword Intent!" When Nie Tian saw this scene by the side, his eyes could not help but tremble. He recognized that what Yin Zhiwei released was the Silver Soul Sword Intent, the bloodline sword intent of the Ascendant Cloud Sword Pavilion's Yin Clan!
Silver Soul Sword Intent instantly killed a fifth-level Heavenly Emperor expert with a single strike. It was truly terrifying!
"This person's Silver Soul Sword Intent is very unique. It seems to have undergone some kind of mutation, and it's actually even sharper and more bizarre than the Silver Soul Sword Intent of Solitary Silver City!" Nie Tian thought to himself. He could sense that Yin Zhiwei's Silver Soul Sword Intent was different from ordinary Silver Soul Sword Intent. It was more murderous and sharp, and its power was even more terrifying.
Solitary Silver City was precisely the pavilion master of the Ascendant Cloud Sword Pavilion. Nie Tian had exchanged blows with this person before, and by relying on the forbidden three moves of the Proud Sword Art, he gained a slight upper hand.
Yin Zhiwei's appearance bore some resemblance to Solitary Silver City, and he should be his son.
Yin Zhiwei's age was not old. Although he was already over a hundred years old, he was still very young for martial artists. To be able to cultivate such a terrifying Silver Soul Sword Intent at this age, Yin Zhiwei's Sword Dao talent was indeed astonishing.
"Ant!" Yin Zhiwei glanced at the corpse on the ground Cold, smiled disdainfully, and said, "This is the consequence of talking too much!"
After saying that, Yin Zhiwei's gaze swept across everyone and said, "Let me tell you guys, I, Yin Zhiwei, don't need any big tree to back me up. If there's anyone who disapproves of my way of doing things, feel free to speak up. This person is an example!"
When the icy-cold voice landed, everyone was silent like cicadas in winter. The scene was dead silent, without any sound at all.
Yin Zhiwei could even one-shot the gray-clothed swordsman with one sword. The rest's strength was basically inferior to the gray-clothed swordsman. How could they dare to show any dissatisfaction?
"A bunch of ants! Don't even have the courage to open your mouths and speak! Letting you all enter the Ancient Sword Tomb is simply an insult to the Ancient Sword Tomb! "When Yin Zhiwei saw that everyone did not speak, he could not help becoming even more arrogant, sneering coldly repeatedly.
Nie Tian frowned slightly as he watched by the side, but did not make a move.
Yin Zhiwei's strength was Seventh Level Heavenly Emperor, his Sword Dao strength reaching high-rank sword profound meaning. He could be considered a pinnacle swordsman.
If Nie Tian made a move rashly, he did not have confidence in defeating the latter. But the most important thing was that he did not wish to expose his identity.
A violent and savage person like Yin Zhiwei, if he entered Heaven Wasteland's forbidden region, he would definitely go on a killing spree, killing one on sight.
Nie Tian reckoned that among the swordsmen participating in the Sword Dao struggle, there were absolutely very few people whose strength could contend with Yin Zhiwei.
Yin Zhiwei was the 29th person on the Heavenly Sword Storm List. Apart from those old monsters who had concealed for a long time, he was virtually the Heaven Realm's Sword Dao's 29th swordsman. Such strength was indeed troublesome.
People like Mo Qianjun and Jiu Qiansheng, these people, were naturally disdainful to take part in whatever Sword Dao struggle. Hence, in the Sword Dao struggle, those able to beat Yin Zhiwei were scanty few.
Letting Yin Zhiwei into Heaven Wasteland's forbidden region was simply releasing a homicidal maniac.
In the Heaven Realm, swordsmen like Yin Zhiwei had no idea how many.
Thinking up to here, Nie Tian could not help shaking his head slightly. Looks like the Sword Dao struggle this time was destined to be a bloody storm.
"Second Uncle!" But right at this time, a clear voice suddenly sounded out. Following that, a figure rushed out from the crowd. It was actually a 15 or 16 years old youth.
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