Nie Tian moved. While he was still in the air, his whole body released a sword will that transformed into a soft force that steadily caught Lian Wuyi.
"Miss Lian, are you alright?" Nie Tian stepped forward and asked Lian Wuyi.
Lian Wuyi steadied herself in the air. Her purple clothes were stained with blood and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. Her face was very pale, but she stubbornly said: "I'm fine."
Nie Tian used his divine sense to examine Lian Wuyi's body. He was relieved to make sure that the latter's life was not in danger.
In a fight between experts, life and death is often decided in an instant.
Lian Wuyi was indeed stronger than the elderly swordsman, but not to the extent that the gap between them was like heaven and earth. The elderly swordsman suddenly attacked Lian Wuyi while she was defenseless. It was already very good that she could survive.
"Shameless!" Nie Tian suddenly turned around and looked at the elderly swordsman with a gloomy face. He spat out two words in a Cold voice. His eyes were surging with sharp murderous intent.
The crowd came to their senses and looked at the elderly swordsman with very complicated expressions.
Although they liked to watch a good show, the elderly swordsman was too despicable. He had completely exceeded the limits of an ordinary person's tolerance.
"Can shame be used as food?" The elderly swordsman completely disregarded the crowd's discussion. He sneered and stared at Nie Tian with a pair of vicious wolf-like eyes. He said: "Silver-haired kid, just now, Zhuo Bufan tried to be a hero and was almost killed by this old man. Do you think you are more powerful than Zhuo Bufan?"
Nie Tian smiled and said indifferently: "You will soon know whether I'm powerful or not."
The crowd looked at Nie Tian and couldn't help but discuss.
"Is this kid a madman?"
"Yeah, even Zhuo Bufan was defeated by that old man. He is just a lowly highgod. Does he think he can be a hero and save the damsel in distress?"
"He won't die if he doesn't court death. This kid is a classic example of courting death!"
The elderly swordsman couldn't help but let out a Cold smile and said: "Silver-haired kid, you heard it. They say that you are courting death. This old man also thinks that you are courting death!"
Nie Tian laughed. Then, his face turned gloomy and he said: "Do it!"
"Courting death!" The old swordsman roared. His eyes darkened as killing intent flashed in his eyes. The long sword in his hand stabbed out as he roared, "Die for me!"
"Boom!" The sword struck out, and the shadow of the sword was like a mountain, majestically pressing towards Nie Tian.
Nie Tian felt an immense pressure bearing down on him. Yet, his lips curled into a smile as terrifying black runes gushed forth from his body. His aura instantly soared to the extreme.
"Godly Sword!" shouted Nie Tian. He stabbed out with his sword, causing the space around him to freeze. It was as if space itself was about to collapse.
When the crowd saw this, they were dumbfounded. They had no idea what was going on.
Nie Tian clearly possessed late-stage highgod strength. How could he suddenly erupt with such terrifying power?
"Boom!" In the next moment, the two sword shadows collided with each other. Terrifying sword intent surged out, and billowing airwaves spread out in all directions. It seemed as if the sky was on the verge of collapsing.
"Ahhh!" Immediately after, a miserable shriek sounded. The old swordsman's body was sent flying backwards. Unable to withstand the pressure of the sword intent, his body crumbled and turned into a bloody mist.
Dead silence!
The sudden scene caused the scene to fall into a deathly silence.
Everyone was dumbfounded. They couldn't believe what they had just seen.
Who could have imagined that Nie Tian, who only possessed highgod strength, could kill the old swordsman with a single sword strike?
The old swordsman was a genuine Paramount God expert. His sword art strength had reached the realm of unity of sword and martial arts. It was truly terrifying that Nie Tian could instantly kill such an expert.
Nie Tian's lips curled into a faint smile after killing the old swordsman with a single sword strike. His face was as calm as ever.
He knew that there were many reasons why he could instantly kill the old swordsman with a single sword strike.
Firstly, the old swordsman had been seriously injured by Lian Wuyi. Secondly, the old swordsman had a rival in love, so he didn't go all out against Nie Tian.
That was why Nie Tian had been able to kill the old swordsman with a single sword strike.
If it had been a normal fight, Nie Tian wouldn't have been able to defeat the old swordsman easily, much less kill him.
Nie Tian's current battle prowess was roughly on par with an early Paramount God. The old swordsman, on the other hand, was an early Paramount God who had reached the realm of unity of sword and martial arts. That made him even stronger than an ordinary mid Paramount God.
"Second Brother!" At this moment, a furious howl rang out as a figure soared up into the sky. Sword intent gushed forth from his body, akin to the surging waves of the ocean.
"Second Brother!" Almost at the same time, another furious voice resounded, and another figure appeared. Terrifying Sword Will surged around him, and his killing intent was piercingly cold.
Two figures appeared, sandwiching Nie Tian between them. Both of them glared at Nie Tian with venomous hatred, as if they wanted to skin him alive.
Sensing the two's terrifying auras, Nie Tian sent out his soul awareness to examine them. Immediately afterwards, his eyes flickered with astonishment.
These two old men looked exactly the same as the old man who had been killed by Nie Tian with a single strike of his sword. However, their auras were much more powerful than the old man's.
Both of them were late Paramount Gods, and their cultivation of the sword had reached the level of unity of sword and martial arts.
Clearly, they were brothers with the old man who had just been killed!
Moreover, from the looks of these three people, they should be twin brothers.
"Those three are the Three Fierce Ones of the North Sea!" someone exclaimed, recognizing the two old men.
"The Three Fierce Ones of the North Sea!" Someone blurted out. "Don't tell me they're the Three Fierce Ones who love to wipe out entire families?"
"That's them! No wonder that old man was so arrogant. He actually dared to make a move against a genius swordsman from the Divine Martial Sword Pagoda. So he's one of the Three Fierce Ones of the North Sea! "
"I heard that the Three Fierce Ones of the North Sea are notorious for their crimes. But considering how strong they are, they wouldn't dare to provoke the Divine Martial Sword Pagoda."
"What do you know? The Three Fierce Ones of the North Sea are from the House of Myriad Evils, one of the top powers in the Nine Realms. They're no weaker than the Divine Martial Sword Pagoda!"
"So that's how it is. The Three Fierce Ones of the North Sea are using the name of the House of Myriad Evils to do evil. No wonder they're still alive. "
Everyone began to talk about the Three Fierce Ones of the North Sea.
Hearing this, Nie Tian couldn't help but frown. He smiled bitterly in his heart and said, "It seems like I've gotten into big trouble again."
The House of Myriad Evils wasn't any weaker than the Divine Martial Sword Pagoda.
"You killed my brother, you stinking brat! I'll kill you!" Yang Mu, the eldest of the Three Fierce Ones of the North Sea, unleashed a terrifying energy.
"Big Brother, let's attack together and get revenge for Second Brother!" Yang Sen, the third brother, let out a wild roar, and a ferocious look appeared on his face as he directly launched an attack. With a thrust of his sword, a sword shadow of desolation and desolation shot out towards Nie Tian.
"Not good!" Nie Tian furrowed his brows, and his expression couldn't help but change. With a thought, he opened the Nine Superbs and shouted, "Sakra, stop him for me!"
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