"Ximen Family, Ximen Gang!" "Nangong Family, Nangong Jian!"

The two of them flew to Ling Yun, blocking Ling Yun's way from left to right, raised their heads together, and proudly claimed their name.

"I heard from Dugu Mo that your name is Lingyun, right? Because you are Dugu Mo's friend, we don't make things difficult for you, but you have also seen that we are dealing with the giant python. At this time, you come to find the baby yourself, and you don't understand the rules of the world."

Ximen was wearing a white long gown, holding a half-meter-long fan in his hand. After he landed on the ground, he spread the fan casually, slapped himself in the wind seriously, shook his head and said.

Nangong Jian was wearing a blue shirt, holding an extremely narrow sharp sword in his hand, standing in front of Ling Yun with an expressionless face, but without speaking.

Ling Yun's brows had already risen, but now he was laughing when he heard Ximen Gang's words. The corner of his mouth curled slightly and said with a funny look: "You are willing to deal with the giant python. That's your business. It has nothing to do with me? As the saying goes, the road is facing the sky, everyone goes one side, everyone is busy with their own things, and the well water does not interfere with the river. How about it?"

Although Ling Yun is not afraid of these people now, he doesn't want to face them, so he kindly discusses with Ximen Gang and Nangong Jian.

Ximen Gang smiled evilly, closed the fan, and then said coldly: "Boy, we advised you kindly for Dugu Mo's sake. Don't be ungrateful. Do you know who is here today?" After that, he raised his hand to the scene, and the rabbits were rising and falling, and the kites flew around and fighting with the giant dragon.

Ling Yun asked seriously: "Oh? Tell me, who are they?"

Ximen Gang pointed at the field, looked at Ling Yun with disdain, and then said, "Did you see the one who uses a knife? Dongfang Ting of the Dongfang Family, Tie Zhengping of the Divine Fist Sect, and the one who uses a parting hook, that is Shangguan Jue, Lei Wenxing using a gun..."

"You might as well tell you that our realm is above the eighth level of the acquired world. Boy, since you are Dugu Mo's friend, we will ask you to join in for his sake. If you don't know the truth..."

Ling Yun smiled faintly: "So what?"

Ximen Gang frowned and looked at Nangong Jian, then looked at Ling Yun like a monster and said, "If you don't know the truth, don't talk about leaving here for now. Do you think that with your little knowledge, which of us can beat?"

At this time, Dugu Mo also secretly sent a message to Ling Yun and said, "Lingyun, these people are from ancient martial arts families and secret sects. If you want to explore the stone gate now, you will definitely become the target of public criticism immediately, and I can't protect you..."

Although Dugu Mo's memory of Ling Yun was still maintained at the moment when the two came out of the dance hall to have a fight, he himself didn't know why. As soon as he saw Ling Yun just now, he felt very friendly and naturally said so many things.

Ling Yun can use the powerful spiritual sense of the ninth level of Qi training to erase some of Dugu Mo's memories, but he cannot erase human feelings.

Memory and feeling are different things. For example, after a person loses his memory, he still feels kind to his relatives and friends. This is feeling and has nothing to do with memory.

Dugu Mo and Ling Yun fought side by side, and they were sympathetic. Ling Yun thanked him for his help and injected a stream of fairy spirit into his body to help him break through. Although Dugu Mo had forgotten all these, his sense of familiarity with Ling Yun was still there.

Ling Yun smiled and replied to Dugu Mo, and also used the skill of gathering sounds to form lines: "It's okay, let me see how much he is..."

Ling Yun had just broken through the fourth level of body training, and he felt his own powerful strength. Now it was the time when his skills were unbearable. Ximen Gang and Nangong Jian took the initiative to run over to feed him a knife, but he couldn't ask for it.

Anyway, there is endless ambergris spiritual energy here, and Ling Yun can be invincible by relying on his body skills. So he smiled and said, "What are you doing when you say so much? Can you beat me? Let's try it out?"

Ling Yun raised his sword eyebrows, and a strong confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He waved his hand to let Xiaobai approach the rock wall. He shook the black knife in his right hand and stretched out his index finger with his left hand and hooked Ximen Gang.

Ximen Gang's face sank, and he smiled gloomyly and said, "Since you are seeking death yourself, don't blame me for being rude!"

After saying that, his figure flashed and came to Ling Yun's body. He waved the folding fan in his hand and slashed it at Ling Yun like lightning!

After looking at his body skills, Ling Yun knew that his strength was not even as strong as Dugu Mo, who was at the peak of the eighth level of the acquired sky, and he was too lazy to use his moves, so he raised the black knife and blocked it lightly!

"Brush..." The blade of the black knife collided with Ximen Gang's folding fan, and there was almost no sound, and it directly cut off Ximen Gang's folding fan!

Ximen Gang felt a light in his hand instantly, and only half of the fan was left. He was both frightened and distressed, so he hurriedly jumped away, pointed to Ling Yun's black knife and said, "Damn it! What kind of knife are you?!"

Ximen Gang's fan bone was made of black gold, and the fan surface was woven with gold thread. It could not even be penetrated by bullets, but it was cut off by Ling Yun with a light knife. How could he not be shocked?

Ling Yun succeeded with a move, and he was secretly surprised, thinking that why is this Nether Blood Demon Sword so sharp? It is not much worse than the Human Emperor's pen!

But now is not the time to study the knife. Ling Yun smiled indifferently and said, "Don't bother what kind of knife it is. For Dugu Mo's sake, this time I'm just giving you a lesson. If you dare to stop him, be careful that I will chop your legs!"

Ximen Gang didn't say anything. His narrow and sharp eyes stared at the black knife in Ling Yun's hand, and his eyes gradually became horrified.

He suddenly trembled all over and shouted in the field, "Don't hit it, this kid is holding the legendary Nether Blood Demon Sword! This kid is from the Demon Sect!"

Dugu Mo was afraid that Ling Yun would suffer a loss, so he kept paying attention to the situation on Ling Yun's side, and naturally saw the scene of Ximen Gang's fan being cut off by Ling Yun's knife. He was secretly in his heart, and he even confirmed that Ling Yun was holding the Nether Blood Demon Sword!

"This guy Lingyun..."

Ling Yun was extremely depressed. He thought to himself that Dugu Mo said that this knife had not been born for thousands of years, why does it seem that everyone knows it? Is it that the Nether Blood Demon Sword so famous?

Unfortunately, Ling Yun didn't know him at first. If he had known that this was the Nether Blood Demon Sword, he would have rushed out with the Dragon Pattern Sword just now.

"Hu..." "Hu..." "Hu..." "Hu..."

Before Ximen Gang finished speaking, a series of sounds of breaking the wind sounded in the cave. Everyone jumped out of the attack range of the giant python and came to Lingyun, surrounding him.

"What?! The Nether Blood Demon Sword?"

"Ximen Gang, you can't read it wrong? The Nether Blood Demon Sword has not been born for thousands of years, so how could it be in his hands?"

"Boy, take the knife and show us..."

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Some people were shocked, some were excited, some were greedy, some were frightened, and everyone's faces were different in the darkness, and Ling Yun could see clearly in the darkness.

The scene suddenly became complicated.

Dugu Mo was the last one to come over. He walked in the dark and sent a voice to Ling Yun: "Boy, I just said that your knife is the Nether Blood Demon Sword, so you can throw it away as soon as possible. Now, I'm in trouble now!"

"These people's behavior is different from mine. They all claim to be famous and upright schools, ancient martial arts families, and take it as their responsibility to kill demons and eliminate demons. Since ancient times, good and evil have not been in harmony. Now you are holding the Demonic Blood Demon Sword in your hand, it is useless to explain it..."

Ling Yun had long known that Dugu Mo had no idea of ​​good and evil in his heart, so he also sent a voice to Dugu Mo: "Who said I want to explain it? This is five hundred meters underground. I don't have to explain it to them. Just watch the show!"

Dongfang Ting, who was holding a long and shiny sword in his right hand, was about twenty-nine years old and looked quite steady. He took a step forward and looked carefully at the black knife in Ling Yun's hand, his face becoming more and more serious.

People from the Dongfang family are good at using swords and carefully researching various swords and sword techniques. Dongfang Ting stared at the black knife in Ling Yun's hand for a long time, then nodded heavily and said, "Ximen said it well. Although he didn't see the scabbard, I'm sure it is a sacred object of the Demon Sect that has been missing for 1,200 years, the Nether Blood Demon Sword!"

Dongfang Ting said: "It is said that this is a magic sword from hell. It is made of the essence and blood of a black dragon king in hell. It is the nine sages of the Demon Sect. When you see blood, you can suck blood without breaking it. The most important thing is that it can capture people's hearts and souls. It not only has miraculous effects on the enemy, but also effective for the owner who uses it. The user is unaware of it at the beginning, but over time, he will gradually become a slave to the magic sword..."

Ling Yun sneered after hearing this, he waved his hand gently to interrupt Dongfang Ting, and then retorted: "Fuck, I think you all like to take legends as facts? When you see my precious sword cutting iron like mud, you say it is a magic sword. I'm afraid you all want to take it for yourself, right?"

Dongfang Ting shook his head and smiled: "Little brother, you are wrong. Although I like swords very much, I also know that this Nether Blood Demon Sword is a peerless treasure sword, but I will never have any coveting thoughts. Let's not talk about whether good or evil is incompatible. I personally don't want to become a slave to a demon sword now!"

"Little brother, I don't think you are a member of the Demon Sect. Why not throw this knife away as soon as possible, so as not to become a demon from the person you are born in front of the heroes in the world..."

His words were open and upright, and Ling Yun looked at him with shock and no greed. He nodded secretly and did not intend to make trouble for Dongfang Ting.

"Dugu Mo, since your friend is from the Demon Sect, what do you say?" Ximen Gang cut off the folding fan by Ling Yun. He was angry and directly labeled Ling Yun with a big hat of the Demon Sect.

Ling Yun glanced at Ximen Gang indifferently, but was not angry, just smiled slightly.

Dugu Mo shook his head firmly and said, "Ximen, you are also from the Ximen family after all. Don't talk nonsense. I don't care what kind of knife this knife is, but I can guarantee with my life that Ling Yun is definitely not a member of the Demon Sect!"

Dugu Mo said with a decisive word and choked Ximen Gang back, making his face red and white, but in the darkness, no one could see it clearly.

Now Ling Yun has confirmed that the black sword he obtained is the real Nether Blood Demon Sword, but he firmly does not believe that this sword can erode his mind. His powerful soul with his cultivation level in the Tribulation Period, if it weren't for the overly terrifying heavenly tribulation, he would have been a great-level earth immortal now. How could he be controlled by a demon sword?

What's more, in that temple just now, the powerful and pure influence of the Buddha power of the enlightened monk was cut off by Ling Yun! How could he care about the influence of this knife?

"Anyway, this knife has been confirmed to be the Nether Blood Demon Sword. Since it is a holy object of the Demon Sect, then no matter what, it must be handed over to the common disposal of the famous sects!"

"Lingyun, as long as you hand over the Nether Blood Demon Sword obediently, we will let you leave, what?"

Ling Yun smiled faintly: "Okay, since you insist on saying it is the Nether Blood Demon Sword, then it is the Nether Blood Demon Sword. However, I will never hand it over. Anyone who wants to take the guise of a famous and upright sect as a banner, just take it with his ability!"
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