Chapter 1057

When this long white sword appeared in front of everyone, a great force poured out like a raging wave. Even the surrounding space became extremely unstable due to the huge pressure and unparalleled momentum.

The body of the white long sword was shining with a milky halo on the surface of the sword. It was like a halo contained in the sun. It could not be forced to look at. It was very dazzling. Under the Milky halo, it was a solemn and powerful power, like a high emperor.

"Is this... Xiaoyao sword? Is it actually the sword of the first generation leader of Xiaoyao sect?"

There are some sharp eyed people in the square. At a glance, they recognized the white long sword held in the palm of the Xiaoyao sect leader. The first generation of Xiaoyao sect leader in Xituo city is a mythical figure, and the rumors of wearing the sword Xiaoyao sword are countless.

It is said that when Xituo city was just established, three imperial martial artists coveted this place and joined forces to kill the first generation of Xiaoyao sect leader. However, the first generation of sect leader held a Xiaoyao sword and fought one against three. The final result was that the three imperial martial artists were defeated and fled in panic.

Although it has been a long time, the reputation of Xiaoyao sword is quite big in Xituo city. Even now, many people still mention Xiaoyao sword. However, since the first generation leader of Xiaoyao sect established Xiaoyao sect, the Xiaoyao sword has completely disappeared in the public line of sight.

All martial artists in Xituo city thought that the Xiaoyao sword should have been taken away by the first generation of the Xiaoyao sect leader, but they didn't expect to stay in the Xiaoyao sect, and the Xiaoyao sect members hid the Xiaoyao sword in the stone statue of the first generation of the sect leader, which was unexpected to everyone.

"Imperial ware?"

Zhuo Wen also heard the comments of the people below and stared at the white long sword in the hands of the Xiaoyao sect leader. This long sword gave him a feeling of danger. Zhuo Wen had felt this feeling on the green emperor's Peach Blossom Garden map and the killing and breaking ring knife.

Now I feel this deja vu sense of danger in this Xiaoyao sword. Obviously, this Xiaoyao sword is undoubtedly an imperial weapon. After all, it was the sword of the leader of the generation of Xiaoyao sect at the beginning. The sword of the martial artist in the imperial territory is naturally an imperial weapon level.

"No! It's an imperial weapon, and there's an imperial weapon in the Xiaoyao gate?" Mo Lingtian, who was standing at the edge of Xiaoyao square, shrieked.

"What should I do? Brother Zhuo is very powerful, but at most he is similar to the Xiaoyao sect leader. Now the Xiaoyao sect leader is holding imperial weapons, and brother Zhuo doesn't have such powerful weapons at all. The fighting between the two is fundamentally unequal." Canaan also said anxiously.

The beautiful eyes of gasha and Xuanxing are also worried. Originally, Zhuo Wen strongly killed the five elders of Xiaoyao gate, which has made the four of them feel the dawn of victory, but now the birth of Xiaoyao sword has completely sunk their hearts into a trough.

"This young man is very unusual. He can force the Xiaoyao sect leader to this extent. I'm afraid even if he dies under the Xiaoyao sword, he should die in peace."

"This son not only killed Bai Yixue, the eldest disciple of Xiaoyao sect, but also fell into the hands of the five heavenly elders of the sect. Even if he died in the hands of Xiaoyao sect leader this time, I'm afraid he will be famous in the whole Xituo city and even the whole Jiashen island."

At the moment of the birth of Xiaoyao sword, all the eyes on Xiaoyao square involuntarily projected on the young man with blood hair and blood eyes standing on the other side of the void, and all the eyes were with a trace of pity.

Zhuo Wen's fighting power really shocked the people in the square. They can expect that if this son doesn't die, his talent and strength will be unlimited in the future, but now he will die under the carefree sword.

No one even has any lucky idea about Zhuo wenhuai, because a Tianzun peak warrior holding an imperial weapon can play an extremely terrible combat power. Maybe he is still not the opponent of the imperial warrior, but at least he has some of the power of the imperial warrior.

Under the imperial territory, there are mole ants. This is a proverb widely spread in Tiankai mainland, which just explains the power and terror of the martial arts in the imperial territory. No matter how evil your talent is and how strong your strength is, you are a complete mole ant in front of the martial arts in the Imperial territory.

Even if the Xiaoyao sect leader holding the Xiaoyao sword can't fully exert all the imperial power in the Xiaoyao sword, even if it is part of the power, it is extremely terrible. Even if it is the peak of heaven, it will fall out in the hands of the Xiaoyao sect leader.

At the moment, the leader of Xiaoyao sect is in high spirits. His long hair on his temples swings with the wind and makes a sound of hunting. He is unspeakable and dignified.

The Xiaoyao sect leader's eyes naturally saw all kinds of expressions in the eyes of countless people in the square, including surprise, envy, inferiority complex and awe. All these negative emotions made the Xiaoyao sect leader extremely satisfied, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a faint smile.

At the moment, he is high above and enjoying the look of the people. The feeling of looking at the bottom of the mountains is extremely satisfied and enjoyed by the Xiaoyao sect leader.

Immediately, his eyes crossed the crowd and put them on the young man who had greatly damaged his vitality, and he also intended to see all kinds of negative emotions in the young man's eyes.

However, when the carefree sect leader's eyes finally fell on Zhuo Wen, even the moment when they were projected into Zhuo Wen's eyes, his face suddenly froze.

Because he didn't see a trace of strange emotion in Zhuo Wen's eyes. There were some indifferent expressions from beginning to end, as if nothing in the world could make these indifferent eyes show other strange brilliance.

At the moment, the bloody young Zhuo Wen is as cold as a demon and as calm as water.

"I'm really calm. I can even pretend to be so calm under the majesty of imperial weapons. But now try to pretend. When I kill you, I'll see how you can pretend to be so calm."

The stiff color on the Xiaoyao sect leader's face slowly subsided, showing a mocking color to Zhuo Wen in front, and he couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Are you finished? You won't come to die after that." Zhuo Wen ignored the mocking words of Xiaoyao sect leader, but spit out these words indifferently.

As soon as he said this, the Xiaoyao sect leader's face stiffened again. Immediately, his face became very red and shouted angrily: "you have seed. You have the courage to provoke me. Good! Today I need you to live better than death and Regret living in this world."

Then the master of Xiaoyao sect suddenly stepped on the void, and then the whole person shot out like a shell, and suddenly grabbed Zhuo Wen in front. The Xiaoyao sword in his hand burst out a dazzling milky white halo, as if the master of Xiaoyao sect was holding the halo of the sun at this moment.

"This son really doesn't think his life is long. The master of Xiaoyao sect is holding such imperial tools as Xiaoyao sword. He dares to provoke. He really doesn't know whether to live or die."

Everyone in the square was also stunned. Obviously, Zhuo Wen's performance was beyond people's expectation. Of course, after being stunned, everyone's eyes showed a look of schadenfreude. It's really unwise for him to dare to challenge the Xiaoyao sect leader now.

"Brother Mo! What should I do now? The Xiaoyao sect leader with Xiaoyao sword is too powerful. Brother Zhuo is in danger."

Canaan jumped up in a hurry and planned to rob Zhuo Wen, but he was cut off by Mo Lingtian. Mo Lingtian looked dignified and said, "you're crazy! Don't you want to die with your cultivation?"

"Then we're just waiting to die and watching brother Zhuo be killed?" Canaan roared.

"Canaan! Don't worry. Don't you see that brother Zhuo looks very calm? Judging from brother Zhuo's style, I'm afraid he has some cards that are not afraid of the Xiaoyao sect leader, otherwise he can't be so calm." Mo Lingtian pondered for a moment and said solemnly.

Canaan was stunned and calmed down. Mo Lingtian was right. At the moment, Zhuo Wen was so calm that he was terrible. Obviously, Zhuo Wen is likely to have some powerful backhand.

Moreover, Canaan's strength is really low now. I'm afraid it will only become a burden for Zhuo Wen.

"Let's watch the change now! If brother Zhuo is really not an opponent, we'd better die together." Mo Lingtian slowly looked up at the moment, his eyes focused on Zhuo Wen's tall and straight back, and murmured in a low voice.

Canaan, Gaza and Xuanxing all nodded, and their eyes also focused on Zhuo Wen's back. They also planned to die.

Whoosh!

The master of Xiaoyao sect arrived at Zhuo Wen's body in an instant, and his eyes had been blooming with a very strong brilliance. The corners of his mouth turned up a cruel arc. Immediately, his right hand was raised slowly, and the milky white halo of Xiaoyao sword became more and more intense, as if to disperse the darkness in the whole sky.

With the blooming of the halo, the smile on the Xiaoyao sect leader's face also blooms slowly, like a blooming chrysanthemum. He knows that under this sword, the hateful blood haired young man is dead and will die.

"This is the result of you provoking me. Now the price you have to pay is life." the smile on the master's face became more and more brilliant, even reaching the point of wild laughter.

"Do you think you can kill me just with an imperial weapon?" at the moment, Zhuo Wen also raised his head, a pair of blood eyes were still as cold as a demon, and his indifferent voice slowly spit out.

"I'm so stubborn. I've reached this level. Do you still think I can't kill you? It's wishful thinking."

The Xiaoyao sect leader sneered, and the Xiaoyao sword raised above his head suddenly fell down, and finally the Milky halo came out, as if the sun burst and spilled countless magma.

"Nature can't kill me, because you and I are not the only ones with imperial weapons!"

At the moment of spitting out this sentence, a surge of killing gas gushed out of Zhuo style. Immediately, a bloody Sabre was cut out of the void, and the towering momentum rolled down, like thousands of mountains falling from the sky.

The smiling face of the Xiaoyao sect leader suddenly stiffened