Peerless Conceited Cultivator

Battle cries came from all directions. Xiao Kubei, Hunchback Mu, and the three reverends of the Xiao Family, as well as the four elders from the Secret Sect, charged towards Yang Pann once again, launching their second round of attacks.    

"Just like an ant!"    

Yang Pann gave a cold shout and the Origin Sword suddenly shot out from the Storage Ring, flying like a flash, and suddenly, one corpse after another fell to the ground.    

Xiao Kubei's chest was penetrated, leaving behind a large hole, fresh blood spewing out of it. However, he was not dead yet, his intestines were green with regret, and his eyes were brimming with tears.    

In the past, he was known as the Monarch of the Three Northeast Provinces, who shook the entire region. However, because of his authority, he was unwilling to hand over authority, and unwilling to be under the control of the ancient martial arts. That was why he had teamed up with other clans and sects, wanting to overthrow Jiang Xiangtian and seize control of the ancient martial arts from the government.    

He knew that among the three families in Ling Nan, Lee Gangfeng was the one who handed over the power to them, he still treated them with contempt and thought that they were not strong enough. A single mistake and he would regret it for the rest of his life.    

As for the hunchback Mu, his neck was cut off, and his head was long gone. The few ministers and four monks of the Xiao Clan were immediately smashed into pieces by the Flying Sword, turning into countless corpses.    

Xiao Kubei's consciousness gradually blurred, and his eyes were about to close. Suddenly, a scorching hot aura blew across his face, and he struggled to open his eyes, only to see a fireball shooting towards him.    

"He really does mean what he says. If we resist stubbornly, he'll let us all die without a complete corpse …" The last thought appeared in Xiao Kubei's mind, and his consciousness sank into the eternal darkness.    

After Yang Pann released the Fireball Charm, he stood with his hands behind his back. The Spiritual Sense swept over and then, in an instant, his Origin Sword shot out once again, slashing six people in succession.    

None of these six died in an unjustified manner. They were both direct relatives of Xiao Kubei and Hunchback Mu. Although they pretended to be obedient, they were actually thinking about how to take revenge after escaping. Of course, Yang Pann had cut the weeds by their roots.    

As for those reverends, they were just taking money from others. They didn't have any thoughts of resisting, and only had deep fear in their hearts. They only wanted to run away and leave this place as soon as possible. Yang Pann was too lazy to bother with this group of people. Whether it was them taking the initiative to plead guilty or hunting them down afterwards, in short, it was not a problem.    

Yang Pann got back onto the Flying Sword with Xue Ziqing and sped towards the Yanjing again.    

At this moment, it was already nightfall. Snowflakes suddenly drifted down from the sky, glittering and translucent. It was a scene of absolute beauty.    

Xue Ziqing's attitude did not decrease at all. She was able to pull out a lump of ice and snow from the clouds with her jade-like hands, making her giggle and feel that it was very mystical.    

Yes, originally, when Yun Zhongzi led the three great sects and clans to attack together, it could be said to be the biggest crisis in the history of the Ancient Martial Arts Sect. However, Xue Ziqing was too confident in Yang Pann, and felt like it was a game, taking it easy.    

In her opinion, Yang Pann was like a god, omnipotent. What Yun Zhongzi? Elder Kongtong?    

At this time, at the Sword Tomb Pond.    

Amongst the tens of thousands of utterly decayed treasured swords, a black-clothed Jiang Xiangtian stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky.    

Zhao Tiangang and Lee Tongxuan had already heard the news of the army's invasion, and did not make a move.    

The four living fossils of Ancient Chinese Brigade were also informed of this news, but they still did not come to help.    

Tonight, Jiang Xiangtian will fight alone!    

"In their eyes, martial artists are like gods, and mortals are like ants. But are mortals really ants? "    

"Their intelligence is limitless. They are inventions, underground missiles, bullets, and nuclear weapons. What kind of weapons can't destroy your Blessed Paradise?"    

"However, they saw that there were still some righteous people in the martial way, and there were even some warriors who were willing to defend China. That's why they decided to come out with us in peace!"    

"Cultivation and science and technology, they were originally the two thighs of human civilization. If any one of them was cut off, human civilization will not be able to improve!"    

"What's laughable is that they would have to cut off their other leg themselves. That way, they would have fallen head first … Arrogant, greedy, lustful, stupid. These martial artists are even considered gods, as if they were superior to others. In truth, they are full of the nature of beasts, even inferior to normal people … "    

"Water can carry boats, but it can also overturn boats. If the water is no more, how can the boat sail?"    

Jiang Xiangtian twirled his fingers, and within the Sword Tomb Pool, the gigantic broadsword floated in the air, like a big fish, and he occasionally wanted to jump.    

He had killing intent, but he felt even more despondent.    

Yun Zhongzi wanted to fight with him in a decisive battle, no, it should be said that he wanted to kill Yun Che. The army had pressed down the boundaries, but not a single person was able to help him.    

Yang Pann?    

Would he be able to withstand it?    

Jiang Xiangtian's heart jumped, he suddenly felt extremely uneasy. His heart could no longer calm down, but he forced himself to.    

This was because to a true swordsman, calmness of mind was the best way to kill.    

"Mr Jiang …"    

Suddenly, a shout rang out and a figure appeared at the side of the pool.    

"Mr Jiang!"    

"Mr Jiang!"    

One after another called out like the blood of a rhododendron. They were full of reverence, but they also felt a bit pained. One figure after another flew over and stood beside the Tan Shui.    

An elite of Junior Group.    

Wei Qingcang!    

Chen Chaoge!    

Chu Feng!    

"..."    

There was also Shen Qianru, Lee Shengnan, Zhang Yu Lu, Zhang Shuang Hua, Liu Zi Wei and many other girls.    

In the end, a total of hundreds of people stood by the side of the Sword Tomb Pond, pressing down from the sky as they looked at Jiang Xiangtian with complicated expressions.    

"Why are you guys here?" Jiang Xiangtian asked curiously.    

"We heard that Yun Zhongzi was leading a large group of experts to kill the Mr Jiang, so we came here to help!" Wei Qingcang bowed respectfully, then spoke with grief and indignation.    

"Yes!" "Although our enemies are strong, we still have to show our swords and fight them to the end!" Chen Chaoge said proudly.    

"Our Giant Sword Sect wishes to help the Mr Jiang! Sect Leader Shen Yeying dares to come right now! " Chu Feng bowed and said.    

"You all …"    

Jiang Xiangtian revealed a pleased smile, but his eyes were brimming with tears.    

He felt that he was very surprised. If the Ancient Chinese Brigade did not come, the Martial God Hua Xia would only watch without doing anything, but these young people actually came.    

That's right, his efforts were not in vain. There was always a fire element left behind. Hopefully, they would be able to stay hot-blooded and not be tainted by the secular world.    

"We strongly support the Mr Jiang! The blood of the strong must flow to protect the weak! not bullying the weak! "    

Lee Shengnan raised his arms and shouted loudly: "Brothers and sisters, do you remember the solemn oath we made when we joined the Junior Group?"    

"Eternal Night finally arrives. I will remember this. A majestic task that will never end." Liu Ziwei glanced at the people around her and softly started reciting.    

"Eternal Night finally arrives. I will remember this. A majestic task that will never end."    

Wei Qingcang, Chen Chaoge, and Chu Feng all started to shout, and in the end, the voice became louder and louder.    

"Eternal Night finally arrives. This junior will always remember, no matter how great the task is, it will never end.    

They were of the same mind and spirit, and were of the same robe. Wherever the troops went, they beheaded the demons and exterminated the devils.    

"What do you mean by 'unbeatable'? What do you mean by 'glorious'? What do you mean by 'noble men'? What do you mean by 'noble men'? What do you mean by 'noble men'? What do you mean by 'noble men'?"    

Faithful and devoted to his duty, loyal to life and death, without fear or retreat, wherever his heart wills it.    

Cast a sharp sword, the dark night is no good; condensed the stone, the Great Wall stands;    

Rising flame, blazing light; Brilliant dawn, bright light in the morning;    

The endless horn of the Ming Dynasty, the invasion of external troubles; the Forging Steel Divine Shield, fortified China's Yongning.    

Now stand up straight and give your life. Start with the night and you will never die! "    

The sonorous oath resonated throughout the world. Each word was filled with blood, and each sentence was filled with lofty sentiments. It transformed into a hundred zhang long, and directly pierced into the clouds. Even the flying snow had been greatly dispersed, as if the sky had been torn asunder.    

"Children …"    

The oath had ended, but it still echoed in the night sky for a long time. Once Jiang Xiangtian opened his mouth, he discovered that his voice had become incomparably dry and astringent.    

"Go back? No, Mr Jiang, we will fight alongside you and we will definitely not retreat! Until he died in battle! " Wei Qingcang said with determination.    

"No, as long as you have this kind of heart, then I am very happy that you can come!"    

Jiang Xiangtian seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. His smile was incomparably bitter as he hissed, "But, you can't die. "It's a fire spark that can revitalize the martial arts of China..."    

"We can't win this battle!"    

Jiang Xiangtian said with a trembling voice: "The reason why I insist on killing, is because I want to fight to the death, is to show my determination! But in terms of strength, we do not have any hope of winning! "    

"Mr Jiang …"    

"Sir, please let us stay!" The eyes of the male members of the team all turned red as they started crying out towards Zhang Shuang Hua, Liu Ziwei, and the other girls.    

"You are our spiritual leaders, the torches that will lead us forward. Mr Jiang, we cannot do without you!" Even someone as cold-hearted as Chen Chaoge had his eyes reddened as he spoke with a trembling voice.    

"Your name is Chen Chaoge, I remember you. In order to kill Evil Martial Cultivator, you even dared to touch your own family … "    

Jiang Xiangtian looked at him, then looked at these young faces with deep emotion, as if he wanted to imprint their faces into his mind. He said in a deep voice: "You all must live well, and guard China well, and may you all rid yourselves of the cold air, and only walk upwards. The things that can be done, the voices that can be made. A little heat, a little light. You can also shine a little in the dark without having to wait for a torchlight... "Go back!    

"Brother Jiang Xian, how have you been?"    

A figure appeared by the side of the Sword Tomb Pool like a ghost, slanted brows and starry eyes. He was handsome to the point of perfection, wearing a white daoist robe that was even whiter than white snow.    

Yun Zhongzi had arrived!