Chapter 166

“……”

Canjian's words made the audience quiet.

Who is the sword saint of death? It is recognized that Tianxiang is the strongest in the snow area.

Now, this middle-aged man actually challenges the sword saint of death. Isn't this looking for death?

"You want to challenge me?"

The sword saint of death broke the peace.

"That's right! You're willing to fight me."

Canjian looked at the sword saint of death with a cruel smile.

"You are not qualified to be my opponent!"

The death sword Saint said it simply.

The words are very plain, but full of confidence and supremacy.

"Not qualified to be your opponent? Ha ha!"

Canjian seems to have heard a big joke, "the most powerful man in Tianxiang snow area, the God of death sword saint? Hum! Today, my Canjian will break this myth. Today, you have to fight or not. If you don't fight, I will kill Murong mountain villa."

The remnant sword said boldly.

This domineering and killing enveloped the Murong villa, and the Murong villa disciples in the square changed their faces one by one.

This man dares to speak so loudly in front of the God of death sword saint. It's like looking for his own death.

Together with Murong Wei, they also gathered a rage.

Tu Guang Murong mountain villa, with these words, the man named Canjian in front of him has been included in the blacklist of Murong mountain villa.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

Death sword saint was like hearing a big joke. At this time, he raised his head and laughed.

"Flowers fall on the moon. Don't you want to worship under my door? Now, it's time for you to show."

The vision of death sword Saint looked at the flower falling moon.

The flower fell on the moon and said excitedly, "yes!"

Hua Luoyue heard that the death sword saint was testing himself, that is to say, he promised to accept himself as a disciple.

"This..."

Murongwei and his disciples were dumbfounded about the arrangement of the death sword saint.

Let the flower fall the moon to fight, isn't this a joke?

"You... Are you humiliating me?"

Canjian's face was red and white. He went to challenge the God of death sword saint, but the God of death sword Saint sent a dusty woman to meet him. In his eyes, he is so humble.

"If you can't even beat my disciples, how qualified are you to let me do it?"

Death sword Saint said coldly.

"Good, good!"

Canjian felt that he had encountered great shame. "In that case, I'll kill her and make you regret it all your life!"

"Buzz!"

The remnant sword moved, and his hand pulled out a broken sword from his back. As soon as the sword came out, it seemed as if heaven and earth had been cut off. In the center of the cut sky, a huge ditch appeared, which fell towards the flowers and the moon.

"What?"

Hua Luoyue's face changed wildly. She didn't expect such a terrible sword at the end of the day.

Close the moon and shame the flower——

"Buzz!"

The falling moon flushed, and the closing moon in his hand waved, and the petals flew out like rain. As soon as the petals came out, the scorching sky suddenly swept a strong wind.

"Boom!"

However, those petals were swallowed up by the ditch. A terrible destructive force formed a blast and spread around. It was almost visible to the naked eye. Those petals were so easily destroyed.

"Ah... Puff..."

When the flower fell on the moon, subconsciously, the closed moon in her hand stopped in front of her chest. At the moment when the closed moon stopped, a sword force rushed and fell on her chest, causing blood to gush out of her mouth and her body to throw out towards the rear.

"Die!"

The flower falling moon was covered with blood and flew out. At the moment, the residual sword roared fiercely, and the broken sword in his hand waved down.

"Elder sister..."

"Elder sister, be careful..."

The sisters of hualuoyue shouted one by one. They seemed to see that hualuoyue was cut in half.

"This..."

The disciples in the square now seem to see the flowers falling and the moon being cut to pieces.

"Shua!"

However, at the moment when everyone thought hualuoyue was killed.

The God of death sword Saint disappeared. At the moment when the God of death sword Saint disappeared, the flower falling moon also disappeared.

"Boom!"

That sword failed, and a building was easily destroyed by this sword. The terrible aftershock and terrible impact swept the whole Murong villa.

The disciples in the square spread their strength one by one to resist the shock wave.

"You finally did it?"

Canjian took back the sword and looked at the eaves with a sneer.

I saw the God of death sword Saint standing on the eaves, and holding the flower falling moon in the arms of the God of death sword saint, the flower falling moon was pale, blood remained in her mouth, and her frightened eyes looked at the God of death sword saint and the remnant sword.

"It's the elder. It's the elder who saved Miss Hua."

"The elder's speed is so fast."

"Yes! It's too fast, only in the blink of an eye. It's incredible."

"Elder, I defeated this boastful guy."

"Drive him out of Murong villa."

The disciples of Murong mountain villa raised their hands one by one and shouted excitedly.

Although it is not the first time for them to see the death sword Saint start, they are very looking forward to the glory of the death sword Saint again.

"Do you really want to fight me?"

The God of death sword Saint opened his mouth. In his indifferent spoken language, the murderous spirit was awe inspiring. At the same time, a terrible sword momentum lifted his robe. Under this momentum, the sky began to reverse the dark clouds, and the thunder flickered, as if the end of the day was coming.

In the face of this momentum, the disciples in the square were very excited. As for Canjian, they narrowed their pupils. He knew that a fierce battle would come soon.

"To deal with this kind of curfew, you don't need the master to do it himself. Give it to the disciple and walk."

Just as this momentum gathered, a young man's voice sounded behind the crowd.

As soon as the sound sounded, the momentum gathered gradually dissipated. A pair of eyes looked behind him.

I saw a young man in a black robe with a huge sword on his back came over. When the remnant sword saw it, he also turned his head and looked at the man.

"Elder martial brother Xiao Yun? It's elder martial brother Xiao Yun."

"Elder martial brother Xiao Yun is back."

"Elder martial brother Xiao Yun's accomplishments seem to have become stronger."

The disciples respect each other and hug Xiao Yun with a smile.

Murong Wei also looked at Xiao Yun and nodded with satisfaction.

"Xiao Yun?"

Can Jian looked at Xiao Yun coldly.

The only descendant of death sword saint, Xiao Yun. Of course he has heard of the name.

"You are the remnant sword?"

Xiao Yun walked up to Canjian and said coldly.

"Yes, it's me."

Canjian nodded coldly.

"You are not qualified to let my master do it. Your opponent is me. Three moves. If you can't beat you, I'll lose."

Xiao Yun said wildly.

Just now, Hua Luoyue was in Canjian's hand and couldn't take one move, but Xiao Yun said three moves to defeat Canjian. What does that mean? It shows that the death sword saint is more terrible than they thought.