"An elf!" Nie Tian's expression changed abruptly. He couldn't help but feel shocked.
He had never expected that Ghost Scar would be an elf!
One of the top five swordsmanship masters in the Heaven Realm was not a human being!
Nie Tian finally understood why Ghost Scar had been hiding under the black robe. It was not only because of his scarred face, but also because of his identity as an elf.
In ancient times, elves, dwarves, and other races had been destroyed by other powerful races. Only a few of them had survived, and their status was very low.
Now Nie Tian knew that it was the Dragon Rebel Tribe that had destroyed the elves, dwarves, and other races!
It was because of the low status of elves and dwarves that Ghost Scar didn't dare to show his true face.
As strong as he was, if people knew his real identity, he wouldn't be able to survive in the God Realm of the Heaven Realm.
This was the iron law of this world. Aliens were not allowed to exist!
When Ghost Scar's black robe was torn apart, people saw his ugly face, especially dazzling ears, and hair. They were all stunned.
The atmosphere became dead silent. Even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.
Countless eyes stared at Ghost Scar in shock and disdain.
Their eyes seemed to be condemning Ghost Scar, saying that he shouldn't exist. His existence was a mistake!
Ghost Scar stood in the sky. He suddenly looked up, his eyes glittering with a complicated light.
His reaction was very calm, so calm that it made people's hearts palpitate.
Ghost Scar glanced at the crowd. Then a chaotic curtain of rain gushed out of his body, wrapping him up and covering his figure and face.
Not until then did people realize what was going on, as if they had just woken up from a dream. They immediately screamed.
"An elf! This guy is an elf! "
"Elves have always been aliens. How dare he show up in our territory! He's courting death!"
"Such an ugly elf shouldn't exist!"
"Kill him! Kill him! "
In the end, the crowd roared like a tsunami. They all wanted to kill Ghost Scar.
Nie Tian frowned, his face gloomy.
Ghost Scar was his friend. No matter who he was, that wouldn't change.
"You've seen my face. Now you can let me go." After a long time, the shouts of the crowd gradually weakened. Ghost Scar opened his mouth faintly. After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
"You want to leave just like that?" Jian Dong smiled coldly at this moment, and a cold smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He said coldly, "Since you're from an inferior race, then I have no reason to let you leave!"
As his cold voice fell, Jian Dong's silhouette moved. The Frost Dust Seal in his hand pierced out. It was filled with killing intent and chilling intent. A huge icy blade whizzed through the air, pressing down on Ghost Scar.
What Jian Dong truly cared about at this moment was the Twilight Blade Heart Flame in Ghost Scar's body. If he could obtain the Twilight Blade Heart Flame, his Sword Dao realm and strength might increase once again.
In his view, the Twilight Blade Heart Flame on Ghostscar, this kind of person, was simply a reckless waste of God's gift!
Boom! In an instant, the void shook violently. The world was filled with a bone-chilling coldness. It was extremely terrifying.
Jian Dong truly lived up to his name as a cultivator of the Sword Range. The strength of his sword patterns was extremely frightening. With just a wave of his hand, he could freeze a piece of heaven and earth.
"What a frightening sword!" When the crowd saw this frightening sword, their eyes couldn't help but tremble as they exclaimed.
However, Ghost Scar didn't seem to notice at all. He just walked calmly without any intention of resisting.
He knew that once his identity was exposed, he would no longer have a chance to leave this place.
Even if Jian Dong didn't kill him, there would still be people in the crowd below who would.
"Be careful!" At this moment, Nie Tian let out a low roar. Then, he stomped his feet and the wings on his back shook violently. His silhouette turned into a black flame of nothingness and soared into the sky.
"Strange Way of Heaven and Earth, kill!" Nie Tian's silhouette was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he arrived. Then, he struck with his long sword. The Strange Way of Heaven and Earth used the Strange Way of Heaven and Earth. Two giant snakes burning with terrible black flames rolled out and bombarded the ice blade.
"Rumble!" There was a loud noise in the air. The ice blade was forcefully blocked, and the two giant snakes of black flames were immediately frozen and shattered.
Nie Tian's silhouette was slightly sluggish. He couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Jian Dong's strength was that of a late-stage lowgod. His godhead wasn't as strong as Nie Tian's devil yuan, but his sword art realm was a whole realm higher than Nie Tian's.
"Eh?" Jian Dong's face darkened when he saw that his sword was blocked. When he saw that Nie Tian's face was so young, his face turned even gloomier.
The fact that such a young swordsman had actually managed to block his sword made Jian Dong feel humiliated.
"Nie Tian!" Ghost Scar suddenly turned around. When he saw the familiar figure behind him, his eyes couldn't help but tremble.
"Long time no see, Ghost Scar." Nie Tian smiled faintly and said, "I really didn't expect to meet you here. This is great."
Nie Tian laughed loudly. He didn't put Jian Dong in his eyes at all. This made the latter even angrier.
"Brat, who are you?!" Jian Dong roared in anger. His eyes were surging with killing intent.
The crowd's gazes were also focused on Nie Tian at this moment. Their eyes were filled with astonishment and shock. They were all wondering if Nie Tian had gone mad.
Saving an elf at this time was no different from publicly declaring that he was going against everyone else.
But Nie Tian didn't care about that. He turned around to glance at Jian Dong and said indifferently, "What does who I am have to do with you?"
"You …" Jian Dong was stumped by Nie Tian's words. He suddenly felt a lump of stuffiness in his chest that he couldn't swallow or spit out. His face was as ugly as it could be.
"It's him!" At this time, the Heartbroken Young Master also recognized Nie Tian. He couldn't help but frown and think to himself, "This brat actually made a move at this time. Isn't he afraid of becoming a public target?"
"Brat, since you want to save someone, then you can die with him!" Jian Dong's eyebrows furrowed. Immediately afterwards, killing intent blossomed in his eyes as he cast Frost Dust Freeze. The boundless coldness turned into endless frost, and countless sharp ice blades appeared, blotting out the sky as they bore down on Nie Tian.
This time, Jian Dong was really angry.
Of course, he could see that Nie Tian was already a Sword Mark Swordsman, and he was only in his twenties. This made Jian Dong even more unwilling to allow Nie Tian to live.
For him, Nie Tian was a potential opponent. It was best to kill him directly.
"You want to kill me just like that?" Nie Tian sneered. The wings on his back moved, and a majestic power of stars surged out of his body. It quickly condensed into a shield of stars. At the same time, the black flames of nothingness were released even more violently. His whole body was like a huge black flame sword, rushing straight at Jian Dong.
"What is he doing?" The crowd couldn't help but tremble when they saw this scene. Their eyes instantly became dull.
Facing Jian Dong's attack, Nie Tian didn't retreat. Instead, he advanced. Was he courting death?
"Smart!" At this time, the corner of the Heartbroken Young Master's mouth curved into a smile. He murmured, "The Jian family's brat used such a large-scale attack because he was worried that his opponent would escape. Unfortunately, this silver-haired brat called Nie Tian did the opposite. He directly rushed towards the ice blades, catching the Jian family's brat off guard."
The Heartbroken Young Master's eyes shone, and the corner of his mouth suddenly rose.
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