"Stop, Demon Emperor."

The indifferent and elegant voice came from the hanging city in the air in Feixian Mountain and instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"It's the sword saint, the breath of the sword saint!"

Suddenly, a group of people turned to look at the place where the sound came from.

Sure enough, a figure surrounded by white mist appeared in front of the hanging city in that direction.

As soon as the figure appeared, it gave people a sense of peace and peace. The person just stood quietly in front of Feixian Hanging City, and there was a kind of aura that was the one man who was at the pass and ten thousand men could not open.

Although the man did not emit any breath, he inexplicably gave people a sense of peace of mind.

"The Sword Saint of Feixian Empire is the backer of Feixian Empire. It has protected Feixian Empire for a hundred years and maintained the prosperity of Feixian Empire."

Everyone showed respect.

As soon as the Sword Saint appeared, not only the viewers outside the city respected him, but also the Feixian Empire's own people bowed their heads to him.

The sword saint has no desires or demands, does not care about fame, wealth and power. Even if he has extremely strong strength, he has never shown his ambitions. This is an important reason why people in the world admire him.

The sword saint was filled with righteousness, which was in sharp contrast with the Demon Emperor who was surrounded by demonic energy.

The two of them are more like a showdown between good and evil.

"Uncle, he bullies me and helps me beat him!"

Seeing the Sword Saint appear, the woman whose neck was locked by the Demon Emperor yelled with her mouth.

"You are also a fool. You have just broken through to the Nirvana period and dared to attack those who transcend, and you are one of the strongest people today."

An angry voice came out, making the woman smile "hehe".

"Oh, isn't you there? What am I afraid of?"

Hearing this, the figure on Feixian Mountain hung up the city shook his head and chuckled.

The conversation between the two made everyone envious. They wanted to get in touch with the Sword Saint and called "Uncle", which was a rhythm of reaching the sky in one step.

But they couldn't envy it either. After all, that seemingly naughty woman is also quite good-looking. She is the dragon vein of the Feixian Empire and the first dragon vein in history to turn into a human form.

Amid the crowd's discussion, Jiang Ling also looked over and was stunned at first sight.

Although the figure was covered by thick fog, he could still feel an extremely familiar aura.

Although I can't see the true appearance of that person for the time being, Jiangling must be an acquaintance.

It was just a specific breath that made him unable to confirm.

After all, the Sword Saint is a transcendent, and his cultivation level is much higher than that of Jiangling, so it is difficult to forcefully investigate.

"You finally dare to show up."

The Demon Emperor smiled slightly.

"Let me go." Facing the Demon Emperor's words, the Sword Saint looked calm and said softly.

"good."

The Demon Emperor let go of the woman and let her leave.

As a transcendent, you have to kill a little guy who has just broken through to Nirvana in public. Even a person with a vicious mind like the Demon Emperor cannot do such a thing.

He also wants dignity. The higher his cultivation level, the more he pursues dignity and face.

After the woman escaped from the trap, she did not act any more tactfully, but walked to the side obediently and watched silently.

She really doesn't have to intervene at this level of battle.

"That sword saint is interesting."

Leng Yutong muttered softly when she was thinking about the identity of the Sword Saint in Jiangling.

"What's wrong with the Sword Saint?" Jiang Ling asked strangely.

He, as a master, was the best among the transcendents at the time, and his vision was not something he could say casually.

"Sword Saint Sword Saint is said to be a Sword Saint, but he does not have a sword." Leng Yutong said to herself.

"What does it mean?" Jiang Ling frowned slightly.

Is this a puzzle with him? "You can see that this sword saint's state of mind is better than that of the Demon Emperor, but his cultivation level seems to be as high as that of the Demon Emperor. The specific combat power of both sides cannot tell."

Leng Yutong hugged her hands with her chest, looking like the gossip of the melon-eating crowd, which made Jiangling completely confused.

Is this cheap master purely watching the show?

It feels so comfortable!

After fighting, looking at other people’s fights is also a life experience.

Just as Jiangling was feeling in his heart, a violent aura swept down from the sky.

It was the Demon Emperor who took action.

Jiang Ling suddenly looked up and frowned.

The Demon Emperor did not take action, but just a shocking aura. Just the diffused domain field made the air "boom" sound, almost overturning the entire Feixian Mountain.

"I have never got what I want." The hoarse and low voice of the Demon Emperor rang out slowly.

"Please go back. Unless you can kill me, as long as I am here, you won't be able to get such things from Feixian Mountain."

The thick fog covered by the sword saint's face gradually dissipated, and two rays of spiritual light crossed the sky, staring at the Demon Emperor across the air.

What?

Jiang Ling frowned even deeper as he listened to the conversation between the two.

According to the meaning of the Demon Emperor, the reason why I challenged the Feixian Empire was to get something.

"I've been enduring it for decades and have reached my limit."

A low voice spread around.

"Give me the things, otherwise I will slaughter the Feixian Empire today." The Demon Emperor's voice suddenly rose, and his frenzied momentum suddenly soared, and in just a blink of an eye it spread to the front of Feixian Hanging City.

"Come on the sword."

Faced with the tentative attack of the Demon Emperor, the Sword Saint was not panicked, and still stood calmly in front of the Hanging City, his lips squirmed slightly, and then he pulled a piece of hair from his head and blew it gently.

In an instant, a hair quickly split and expanded, and in the blink of an eye it divided into countless sharp swords of the Divine Martial Arts, shooting towards the Demon Emperor overwhelmed.

From a distance, the darkness was covered with sharp swords. Who would have thought that those were actually transformed from hair?

"Damn, what is this method? The strength of each sharp sword and the aura emitted are almost approaching the super immortal weapon!"

Jiangling stared at him.

This is not a joke, even Jiangling felt incredible.

He could see clearly that the sword saint pulled down his own ordinary hair, but it made such a shocking blow, which made his scalp numb.

"Damn it, could it be the sword saint transformed by Sun Wukong? A single hair is used to make thousands of sword rains?" Jiang Ling screamed in shock.

"Who is Sun Wukong? I haven't heard of this name among the people with the surname Sun."

Leng Yutong asked Jiangling curiously.
Chapter completed!