Ke Yanyue was famous for his arrogance and bad temper in Jianghu. However, as long as you were stronger than him or caught his eye like Su Xin, he would be very generous to you.
Of course, Murong Ting was not one of them. In Ke Yanyue's eyes, most of the warriors from the northwestern tribes were just frogs at the bottom of a well, useless. Of course, the warriors from the Great Snow Mountain were an exception.
As the holy land of martial arts in the northwest, the Great Snow Mountain still had some fame in the martial arts world of the Central Plains. The warriors who were trained and taught by the Great Snow Mountain from a young age were considered to be quite strong.
"Ke Yanyue! You have gone too far! "
Murong Ting let out a cold snort, and a longsword with starry markings appeared in his hand. As he lightly pointed the longsword forward, a strange fluctuation immediately spread out. The galaxy and the moon fell, and the sword pointed to the heavens!
Just based on what Ke Yanyue had said just now, Murong Ting was a noble Yang God Realm warrior and an elder of the Murong Clan. Even an ordinary person would not be able to accept it.
However, Ke Yanyue sneered at this moment. The Fire Dragon Crescent Moon Blade in his hand moved, and endless flames rose. The blade swept across the void, and an endless tyrannical aura surged.
It was clearly the simplest move, Splitting Hua Mountain, but in Ke Yanyue's hands, it seemed to have the power to split the heavens and the earth. The blade tore through the sky and shattered the stars. Murong Ting's expression changed abruptly. Sword Qi surged, and in an instant, the surrounding area of several hundred feet was dyed in a layer of starlight. It was as if night had descended.
Ke Yanyue's blade was very simple, and his martial arts were also very simple. Break through with force. No matter how many changes you have, I will cut them off with one strike!
The power of this blade, in Su Xin's opinion, was already the extreme of the way of the blade. There were not many warriors in Jianghu who used blades, but they were not few either. Ke Yanyue's blade technique could be ranked in the top three!
Just as Su Xin's thoughts flashed through his mind, Ke Yanyue's blade had already landed. Murong Ting's face suddenly turned red, and his Qi and blood surged. His body was blown away, and the Star Scar longsword in his hand also had some cracks on it, almost breaking into pieces!
The Yang God Realm warriors of the other tribes suddenly changed their expressions. Ke Yanyue's strength was somewhat beyond their imagination.
These Yang God Realm warriors of the northwest tribes did not have much communication with the outside world, so they might have heard of some famous figures in Jianghu, but they did not have a direct understanding of their strength.
In fact, for warriors, unless they fought face to face, no amount of hearsay could be used as a standard to judge their strength.
In fact, for warriors, unless they fought face to face, no matter how strong they were, they could not judge.
After all, in the eyes of these warriors from the northwestern tribes, no matter how strong Taihang Mountain Stronghold was, there was only one Yang God Realm existence, Ke Yanyue. They were all in the Yang God Realm. No matter how strong she was, could she fight against all of them alone?
Perhaps Ke Yanyue was the only Yang God Realm warrior in Taihang Mountain Village, but he alone could match several warriors of the same level in the northwest tribes.
Murong Ting was repelled by Ke Yanyue with one move, and the other four Yang God Realm warriors and Zhong Liyan surrounded him, looking aggressive.
The northwest tribes might have only one Yang God Realm warrior, Ke Yanyue, but he alone could match several warriors of the northwest tribes of the same level.
These northwestern tribes were not just for show. In the face of a foreign enemy, even if there were many contradictions between them, they had to temporarily put them aside and unite together.
But at this moment, a strange laugh suddenly came, "Tsk tsk, Chief Ke's Fire Dragon Crescent Blade is still as sharp as ever, but there are many people in the northwest. Chief Ke, do you need my help?"
But at this time, a strange laugh suddenly rang out. "Tsk tsk, Fort Master Ke's Fire Horned Dragon Crescent Blade is still as sharp as ever, but there are too many people in the northwest. Fort Master Ke, do you need my help?"
The one who appeared in front of everyone was a middle-aged warrior in golden luxurious clothes. He was thin and weak, had a small mustache, and had a sinister look on his face.
Seeing him appear, Ke Yanyue said indifferently, "Xue Jiuyin, your Netherworld Sect also wants to join in the fun? But I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place. These dogs and chickens can't do anything to me. "
Su Xin glanced at the middle-aged warrior and immediately recognized him.
He was the Deputy Sect Leader of Netherworld Sect, 'Nether Spring Demon Sword' Xue Jiuyin. He was also a giant of the Devil Path and a famous figure in the Nine Evil Paths.
In his early years, this person had secretly killed thousands of swordsmen above the Innate Realm and dozens of Sword Masters in the Divine Transformation Realm, using their heart blood to practice his secret technique, the Nether Spring Demon Sword. He was once chased by the five sword sects, but he escaped. In the end, it was Meng Jingxian who seriously injured him with one sword strike, causing him to disappear from the Jianghu for decades.
But now it seemed that his injury was almost healed, and he was still in the mood to participate in the fight for the Demon King's remains.
Su Xin was not surprised that the Netherworld Sect came. After all, they were on the Liangzhou Path, not far from the Northwest Path. It was normal for them to hear the news.
And at this time, three powerful auras came. They were also three experts in the Yang God Realm.
The three of them were not martial artists from the Central Plains. They were martial artists from the Northwest Path who were itinerant cultivators.
These warriors were either alone or had formed a loose force like an alliance. There were not many of them, and they could only occupy 20% of the forces in the Northwest Path at most, but their role could not be ignored.
Seeing these three people, Murong Ting snorted coldly and said, "'Great Yin Yang Hand' Cai Sanyuan, 'Hundred Flowers Valley Master' Ji Wuyue, 'Eastern Flow Divine Sword' Yue Dongliu, do you three want to join in the fun as well?"
Among the three, the Great Yin Yang Hand, Cai Sanyuan, was short and fat. He had a simple and honest appearance. He wore a brocade robe and dressed like a rich man. He did not have the imposing manner and dignity of a Yang God realm expert at all.
When he heard Murong Ting's question, he did not care about his tone. He just smiled and said, "Elder Murong, you are wrong. We are also people of the Northwest Path. If the Demon King's remains appear, we should naturally have a share. How can this be called joining in the fun?"
Ji Wuyue, who was next to him, was a young man with a feminine appearance. He wore a moon-white robe and held a jade folding fan in his hand. He was handsome to the point of being devilish, but unlike Ji Fangge, who was masculine and devilish, his temperament was slightly feminine.
Ji Wuyue was known as Young Master Wuyue. His Hundred Flowers Valley was also full of women, but he was not a lecherous person. These women only had one purpose, which was to raise some rare flowers for him. In Ji Wuyue's words, it was simply an insult for men to touch his treasured flowers.
This person's personality was extremely strange as well. He was usually aloof and cold, and he rarely interacted with Yang God realm cultivators at the same level as him. He rarely appeared in the martial arts world of the central plains, and it was even rare to see him in the northwest.
However, it was said that he had a very good relationship with the Palace Master of the Shadow Moon Palace and had a good relationship with some female experts in the Jianghu.
Hearing Murong Ting's words, Ji Wuyue also snorted coldly and said, "Everything belongs to your Murong family. Do you want me to give my Hundred Flowers Valley to your Murong family?"
Murong Ting snorted coldly and said, "Ji Wuyue! Don't try to change the topic. When did I say that the Demon King's remains belong to our Murong family?
The three of you are also warriors from the Northwest Path and have been helped by the Great Snow Mountain. If it wasn't for the Great Snow Mountain, ask yourselves, could you have broken through to the Yang God Realm on your own?
Now that the people of the imperial court and the Netherworld Sect want to fight for the Demon King's remains, you actually want to get involved. Isn't this ungrateful? "
Yue Dongliu was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man. He wore coarse linen clothes and carried a long sword on his back, which was also wrapped in linen. He looked like a standard swordsman.
Yue Dongliu said lightly, "It's true that we have been helped by the Great Snow Mountain. If the elders of the Great Snow Mountain or Lord Tantai came in person today, as long as they said a word, we would immediately turn around and leave. You, including Zhong Liyan, can't represent the Great Snow Mountain."
As the Holy Land of Martial Arts in the Northwest, the Great Snow Mountain had thousands of disciples and instructors.
In fact, there were only a few people who could really make decisions in the Great Snow Mountain.
In the Great Snowmountain, only those who were recognized in terms of strength, martial arts cultivation, and virtue could become the elders of the Great Snowmountain. There were only seven such elders, three of whom were from the major tribes of the northwest.
Above the elders was the master of the Great Snow Mountain, Tantai Mieming.
These people had once practiced martial arts in the Great Snow Mountain. Among them, Zhong Liyan was the instructor of the Great Snow Mountain. Even so, it was useless. As Yue Dongliu said, they could not represent the Great Snow Mountain.
Murong Ting and the others looked gloomy. It seemed that these three people were going to fight for the Demon King's remains even at the risk of offending the tribes in the Northwest.
In fact, it was very normal. The three of them were all rogue cultivators and did not have any forces behind them. Although Ji Wuyue's Hundred Flowers Valley was a force, it could not bring him any help.
Therefore, the Zhou Kingdom could think that the Demon King's remains were not something that they had to fight for with all their strength. However, to them, it was something that they had to fight for.
Xue Jiuyin of the Netherworld Order laughed strangely and said, "The Northwest Path does not belong to you alone. When the Heaven and Earth Palaces discovered the Nine Layer Sword Pavilion, they still wanted to share it with the Five Sword Sects. Do the tribes in the Northwest think that they are stronger than the Heaven and Earth Palaces and want to monopolize the Demon King's remains?"
The strength of the Netherworld Order was considered high among the Nine Hells. However, the West Liang Path was extremely chaotic with countless villains. Therefore, most of the power of the Netherworld Order needed to be stationed in the West Liang Path. Therefore, only Xue Jiuyin came this time.
In this situation, he could only stand on the side of Su Xin and the others. He had to tear a piece of meat from the mouths of the Northwest tribes!
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