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"Afraid? So what if you've broken through two levels in a row? You are not just a mere warrior of the eighth level of the Qi Martial Stage, in my eyes, you are still nothing. "

Although he was somewhat surprised at Jing Yunxiao's continuous breakthroughs, such astonishment would definitely not cause Fan Jian to become so shocked.

After all, he was a true Spiritual Martial Stage warrior, and Jing Yunxiao was still several levels lower than him.

He really couldn't think of what kind of frightening Jing Yunxiao he was.

"So, you're not willing to obediently return my sword to me?"

Jing Yunxiao's eyes were sharp like an eagle's.

As he spoke, his aura became colder and colder.

"When you go to hell, I will consider burning your sword to you."

Fan Jian replied indifferently, "However, before you go to hell, shouldn't you hand over your inheritance to me? If you don't hand over Senior Qian Jizi's inheritance to me, my temper will be a hundred times worse than yours."

Jing Yunxiao had reason to believe that he had already obtained Qian Jizi's inheritance from the inheritance location, since he was even able to raise his cultivation by two levels in such a short amount of time.

Therefore, Jing Yunxiao had to be killed, but before that, obtaining the inheritance was also extremely important.

"Is that so? If you have a temper, then I'll beat you until you don't have a temper. Didn't you want to pass on the legacy? "Sure, exchange it with your life."

Jing Yunxiao knew, with just his words, he wouldn't be able to take back the Bing Ling Sword today. Since he said that it wouldn't work, then he might as well use his fists and see the truth.

He also wanted to know what kind of level his battle strength had reached after he broke through to the eighth level of the Qi Martial Stage, cultivated the Emperor Fire God Body to the Great Perfection Stage, and comprehended the half-step sword intent.

Obviously, Fan Jian had the same thoughts as him.

Since Jing Yunxiao did not hand over the inheritance, then he would snatch it openly.

He could not suppress Jing Yunxiao with words, but he did not believe that he would not be able to do it with his own strength.

"Everyone listen, everyone forward. This time, no one will save him.

Fan Jian gave the order.

After giving out the order, Zheng Hai and the other disciples of the nine Dark Feather Palace s all rushed towards Jing Yunxiao with fiendish expressions. Each of them kept on using their powerful techniques, wanting to turn Jing Yunxiao into a meat patty.

However, Fan Jian did not move.

The reason why he did not make a move, was because he wanted to know, just what did Jing Yunxiao obtain from the inheritance land?

He had to carefully observe from the side.

"Kill him."

Zheng Hai roared.

Under his explosive shout, all sorts of attacks were aimed at Jing Yunxiao.

But from the beginning to end, Jing Yunxiao had not moved.

He was like a boulder as he stared at the surrounding people that were hurtling towards him as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that everyone's attacks were about to land on him, Jing Yunxiao flipped his palm and took out an ordinary profound steel sword from Yu Wangu's spatial pouch. At the same time, he activated the Sword Palace, and the sword aura within it continuously surged out.

Accompanying the surging of the Sword Qi, the sword in Jing Yunxiao's hand finally moved.

He only made a slashing motion in midair.

Half-step sword intent burst forth.

"Swoosh swoosh!"

The Infinity Sword Intent was like a volcanic eruption that exploded outwards from Jing Yunxiao's surroundings. Then, like a surging tide, it swept out in all directions.

In the midst of the sword intent, the surrounding fallen leaves all became sharp swords, following the sword intent, they shot towards the nine figures rushing towards Jing Yunxiao.

"What?"

Zheng Hai and the rest of the nine all turned pale with fright.

They were all disciples of the eighth and ninth stages of Qi Martial Stage.

With this level of cultivation, under Jing Yunxiao's half-step sword intent, it was naturally not enough.

Puff puff puff puff puff.

Countless leaves were like sharp swords as they explosively pierced the bodies of the nine people. The sword intent Jing Yunxiao unleashed was like an enormous wave, causing all of them to be trapped and unable to extricate themselves.

However, among the nine of them, some of them ended up dead even though they were injured.

There were wounds all over his body, and his entire body was drenched in blood.

"Bang, bang, bang."

One after another of their bodies fell to the ground. Among the last nine, only Zheng Hai remained.

But right now, Zheng Hai was completely terrified.

Eight warriors of the eighth and ninth stage of the Qi Martial Stage were defeated by Jing Yunxiao in one move?

Heavens, when did this kid become so strong?

He still remembered that even before this kid had entered the inheritance grounds, he had almost no chance of fighting back in front of them.

He became so terrifying in just a few days?

The worst was yet to come.

Because when Zheng Hai saw that he had put down the other eight people, Jing Yunxiao's gaze was tightly locked onto his only body.

If he had only heard that looks could kill, he would believe it now.

With just that one look from Jing Yunxiao, his entire body started to tremble uncontrollably.

"I just heard your speculations, I probably died in the inheritance grounds, right? Since you are so unsure, why don't you go directly to hell to see if I am dead or not? "

Jing Yunxiao's eyes turned cold, the sword in his hand moved once again.

On top of the fallen leaves, a gorgeous light danced.

Under Jing Yunxiao's sword strike, all of them surged up crazily, turned into a wave of swords, and charged towards Zheng Hai explosively.

"Ah ?"

Miserable screams rumbled like thunder.

Zheng Hai's entire body was pierced by the fallen leaves, blood flowed profusely, he did not even have the chance to resist, and fell down.0

"Bam."

The heavy sound of the landing made Jing Yunxiao smile, and also caused his heart to skip a beat.

Half-step sword intent. Although it could not be considered a real sword intent, it was enough to kill any martial artist below the Spiritual Martial Stage. Even if there were more than ten people with strength like Zheng Hai, he could still easily take care of them.

This was the effect of the mass killing of people brought about by the sword intent.

If Jing Yunxiao could truly comprehend the complete sword intent, then his fighting strength would definitely increase by a lot.

Speak.

Fan Jian was also watching with his mouth agape.

Although he could do such a thing, but he was sure that he would never be able to do it so easily like Jing Yunxiao.

Faintly, Fan Jian felt a trace of threat from Jing Yunxiao's body.

"Fan Jian, if you still don't hand over my sword, I can guarantee that the next person to fall will definitely be you."

Jing Yunxiao looked at Fan Jian and spoke coldly, causing the atmosphere to become even more murderous.

"Your sword is with me. Could it be that you, a little scum, can make this elder fall as well?"

But just at that time, from a huge old tree nearby, an aged and dignified voice rang out.

The moment that voice came out, an old man with a white beard jumped down from the ancient tree and stood in front of Fan Jian.

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