"... I cut off the real king of red sword. What's the matter with you, Lingjian God King?"

As soon as he said this, it fell into the ears of the onlookers on the surrounding mountains and exploded like thunder in an instant.

Arrogance! Arrogance!

The surrounding mountains were silent, and the needle dropped. Everyone looked at Wang Xiao in disbelief. Only these two words came to mind.

"Hum, what a arrogant boy."

Ling Jianshen looked at Wang xiaonu and smiled back.

"My arrogance is not a day or two. You won't know it."

Hearing the speech, Wang Xiao did not refute, but complied with the Lingjian God King. Looking around, he was a kind of mysterious self-confidence. Even in the face of the strong God King, he still lost his demeanor.

Although the tone between talking and laughing is plain, the words "arrogance" and "arrogance" are interpreted incisively and vividly.

"I've never seen anyone so arrogant."

"Master, let me try this boy's weight first!"

Behind Ling Jianshen Jun, a young man in purple, who was the leader, said coldly, but he also couldn't bear to see Wang Xiao's arrogant posture.

Hearing the speech, Lingjian Shenjun nodded slightly and agreed.

"He is the second disciple of Lingjian Shenjun, Songyuan. His talent is second only to the existence of Chijian Zhenjun. Now his cultivation has been changed and has reached the peak of Yuanying."

Looking at the young man in purple who wanted to fight, on the peak outside Crescent City, there was a friar at the level of north cold region who came to join the fun and named his identity.

"We are willing to help Da Neng to attack and kill this evil thief!"

Under the gate of Xinyue City, the leader of the seven races of the ancient kingdom of Xieyang, who arranged the array, shouted hurriedly. It seemed that he wanted to cheer with Songyuan, and it seemed that he wanted to curry favor with Lingjian God and ask for some benefits.

But Songyuan doesn't appreciate it. He is also like the king of longevity. He looks down on these indigenous friars and looks at Zuo Xufeng and others like a clown.

"You and other mole ants still don't want to bark and shout like teeth and claws. Promise is determined to die, and I will help you!" Wang Xiao squinted at the head of the seven races and disdained them. They shouldn't be the golden elixirs and condensing veins here.

Wang Xiao only needs one thought to kill the people of the seven true races in front of him!

"We will never die with you!"

"Evil thief, we should act on behalf of heaven and kill you!"

"Don't be arrogant, don't be arrogant, don't be arrogant!"

"Bad servant, Qi shangzu will never die with you!"

Wang smiled and warned, but Zuo Xufeng and others spared people, but became arrogant. It seems that Ling Jianshen Jun was present, full of a sense of security, so that he dared to pretend to be a tiger and yelled endlessly.

"Noisy!"

Hearing the speech, Wang Xiao immediately pointed out his sword, and a clear whirling sword spirit flew out quickly. There was no gorgeous posture, no majestic momentum, and it was extremely simple.

And he swept through the seven cultivation races under the city, and the people around him were all in a trance.

When the onlookers reacted, the heads of the people led by the seven major races clamoring under the city fell to the ground like melons. For a moment, where the heads were separated, the blood was sprinkled like a spring.

"This..."

On the surrounding mountains, countless young people of the golden elixir were frightened. Looking at the scene in front of them, they immediately felt that the back was cold and deep into the bone marrow. The neck connected with the head was strangled by something, and the breath was not smooth, like suffocation.

Yuanying's pupils contracted uncontrollably when he could react, and his face was full of horror; Dujie Zhenjun's eyelids jumped slightly, which was also extremely shocked.

Whether it's Yuanying Daneng or Dujie Zhenjun, at this time, the bottom of my heart is calculating. When this sword is cut, how much are you sure to block it?

The other people of the seven tribes who had followed the clan leaders and the young clan leaders were stunned. They kept trembling and looked at the king and smiled. Their eyes were deep in fear, which seemed more terrible than seeing the God of death, the king of hell.

However, Wang Xiao ignored these shrimp soldiers and crab generals and disdained to fight them. He was just a group of mole ants who built the foundation and didn't build the foundation.

"This son is extraordinary, but it's not enough to kill Du and rob Zhen Jun."

Zhou Yun, the king of longevity, looked at Wang with great interest and commented with a smile.

"But that blow was amazing enough. I'm afraid I can't catch it in the same realm."

Next to him, the God King of e ye said that he was not afraid of losing face and was crisp.

"This is also true. Nuo is the king. In the same realm, he may not be able to catch the sword."

The king of longevity looked at the God King of e ye, and then nodded.

"It's a pity that this son can't come from. Otherwise, the king will be under his command and cultivate him well."

Then Shouwang added again.

"If it weren't for the big cause and effect involved, our Junde hall would have been preserved long ago. Where would you have your share of Zhou Yun?"

Hearing the speech, e Ye smiled and looked at the longevity king, but he couldn't help but despise him in his heart.

Then look at the tower of Crescent City. At this time, Wang smiled and looked at Songyuan, who was standing on the side of Lingjian Shenjun and was ready to pull out his sword.

Na Songyuan also noticed Wang Xiao's eyes and swallowed a mouthful of spit. He was also shocked by Wang Xiao's sword just now.

Songyuan suspected that there was something strange about the death of the eldest martial brother Chijian Zhenjun. There must be other reasons why an Aboriginal Yuanying peak couldn't kill his eldest martial brother at all.

At the same time, he is also confident that his Yuanying peak at the north cold region level completely hanged Wang Xiao, an indigenous Yuanying.

However, after Wang Xiao cut off several heads with one blow, Songyuan had no confidence in World War I and was not sure that he could defeat Wang Xiao.

But what he said is like water thrown out. How can he take it back? Moreover, in full view of the public, there are still many people in the northern cold region and his peers who promise to go back on their words. What face will they have to haunt in the northern cold region in the future.

So Songyuan bit his teeth, and Songyuan's hand squeezed a sword tightly. When he lifted the sword, he would urge the sword formula.

"Wait!"

But at this time, Lingjian Shenjun stopped seeing Songyuan.

"You are not the opponent of this son alone. You don't have to be brave!" Ling Jianshen looked at Wang and smiled: "Songqing, Songxi, songqian, Songtai, songjue and Songqing, you five catch this son with Songyuan, which can be hurt or wasted, not their lives!"

"Yes, master!"

After hearing the speech, three men and two women nodded, flew forward and stood side by side with Songyuan.

The six people had an incomparable tacit understanding. At the same time, they rushed to Wang Xiao with their swords.

Seeing that Wang Xiao was carrying his hands, without joy or sorrow, he looked at the six people and the six swords calmly.

"Endlessly, do you have a face, Lingpi?"

"Unexpectedly, he taught his disciples six Yuanying to fight alone with that boy!"

The six people made a move. Around the longevity King Zhou Yun, the fat old man with a hotter temper, the God King of e ye, couldn't help scolding angrily.

"That is, six yuan babies are strong. What's the ability of a person to deal with others? If you have the ability, choose one."

Among the onlookers, there were also sanxiu who said angrily that sanxiu had no roots, no source and no one to rely on. It was also more difficult to practice than ordinary monks of patriarchal clan and family. Naturally, they despised those monks who were superior.

In particular, they use their own advantages to suppress others. For example, the six yuan infants attack one person and are indignant at the scattered practice.