The three masters of Shimo Realm had fearful eyes, and the five masters of Weilun Realm had solemn expressions on their faces. They all realized that Wu Ma Feng was a bit scarier than the rumors said.

"You are the master of the evil world, right? You have good eyesight."

Wu Ma Feng's eyes flashed, and he suddenly thought of a good idea. He smiled and said to him: "Didn't you just want to kill this traitor? In this way, I will let you kill him. Don't worry, I will never interfere."

When the Dark Blood Killer Ancestor, who had just walked out of the huge pit, heard this, his expression suddenly changed: "Master Feng, you can't do this."

Wu Xie Realm Master looked at him with disgust and said to Wu Ma Feng: "Are you serious about this?"

"First of all, I don't like this traitor either."

Wu Mafeng stretched out his right index finger, and then his middle finger: "Second, who do you think you are? Do I deserve to lie to you?"

The first sentence is true, but the second sentence is tantamount to humiliating the Lord of Witchcraft and Evil Realm.

The Lord of Wuxie Realm was angry in his heart, but after thinking calmly, he believed him and laughed and said: "It's a deal."

"Witching evil benefactors is not allowed."

Lord Wei Lun hurriedly persuaded him, while Nether Blood Killer Ancestor was even more horrified: "No way, Mr. Feng, my subordinate is injured, how can I defeat him?"

Seeing that Wu Ma Feng was indifferent, Mingxue Shazu could only turn to Wu Ma Yan for help, looking at him eagerly: "Master Yan, please save this subordinate."

Wu Mayan glanced at him and said to Wu Ma Feng: "If Brother Lei comes, this treasure of the God-killing Realm will no longer belong to us."

"Brother Yan is right."

Wu Ma Feng was silent for a moment, then said to the Wu Xie Realm Master with disdain: "Idiot, I was joking with you, but you actually took it seriously, hahaha."

The Lord of the Wuxie Realm was convincing the Lord of the Weilun Realm, saying that he could delay the time by killing the Nether Blood Killer Ancestor. However, after hearing what Wu Ma Feng said, he couldn’t help but said angrily: “It turns out that the geniuses of the Wu Ma Clan also broke their promises.

only."

"Idiot, what decision I make is not up to you."

Wu Ma Feng sneered and said: "In this way, I will give you a chance. Isn't there a person named the Master of Martial Sword Realm among you? I heard that he is good at swordsmanship, so I asked him to come out and compete with me. If

If you can defeat the sword in my hand, I will let you kill the gods, how about it?"

The Lord of the Wuxie Realm frowned when he heard this, and the Lord of the Weilun Realm changed his eyes, but saw the Master of the Martial Sword Realm take a step forward and shouted to Wu Ma Feng: "Okay, I will compete with you."

Lord Wei Lun grabbed his arm and said, "Junior Brother Wu Jian, you are no match for him." Jing Qi, Huang Dao and Qin Yuan Lord also tried their best to persuade him.

"This is an untrustworthy person, brother Wu Jian, don't be fooled by him." The master of Wuxie Realm shook his head, and the three masters of Mantuo, Shi Mo and Zhan Ax Realm also disagreed.

"But..." The Master of the Martial Sword Realm looked determined, but he heard an earth-shattering sword chant coming from outside the mountain gate, resounding in all directions.

"who?"

Wu Ma Feng was the most sensitive to the aura of swordsmanship. He felt it before the Master of the Martial Sword Realm and others. When he turned around, he saw a purple divine sword slashing at him from a distance.

This is a low-grade supreme treasure, dragging out a long purple sword rainbow, like an ancient red dragon flying through space, carrying the majestic sword power down.

"court death."

Wu Ma's eyes showed sharpness, he stepped on the flames, and swung out the Flame Hell Sword. With a clang, he flew the purple sword away, spreading out red and red sword lights.

"Who is this person? He can resist Brother Feng's sword. Could it be that the Sword God Ancestor came that day?" Wu Mayan frowned slightly and looked over.

"No, no, Mr. Yan, it's the Sword Lord who's here." Nether Blood Killer Ancestor, who was standing behind him with a hunched back, saw the purple divine sword, and a look of fear appeared on his pale face.

"Sword Lord? Who is he?"

Wumayan asked, but before he heard the reply from the Dark Blood Killer, he saw a dozen divine lights flashing in the distance, each with half the power of the Holy God.

In the blink of an eye, those dozen divine lights approached, and they turned out to be more than a dozen half-step holy gods, and most of them were human race, with only a few tree people and dwarves.

The leader is a middle-aged man with a thin appearance. He has a sword on his feet, two sword eyebrows on his temples, his eyes shine like swords, and he wears seven-color treasure clothes, reflecting the gorgeous sword brilliance, showing an extraordinary aura.

Sword cultivation temperament.

I saw the middle-aged man holding the flying purple divine sword with one empty hand. Suddenly, the sword energy soared into the sky, covering up the majestic rain and the sound of thunder and lightning, which made people moved.

"Amitabha, it is the Seven Swords Donor who has come to help us."

"Haha, it is indeed him. He is indeed the strongest man in the human race. He is not comparable to those who are greedy for life and afraid of death. I, Wu Xie, admire you for your benevolence and righteousness."

Seeing the middle-aged man, Lord Wei Lun and Lord Wu Xie were overflowing with joy, while Lord Jing Qi and Lord Shi Mo also had smiles on their faces.

Wu Ma Feng was very angry, staring at the Seven Swords God Ancestor with sharp eyes like an eagle's eyes, and said disdainfully: "Sword Lord? Do you mean the King of Swords? What a big tone, you just don't know how many swords you can take from me?"

The Dark Blood Killer glanced at him secretly, lowered his head quickly, and said cautiously: "Master Feng, this sword master is also known as the Seven Swords Divine Ancestor. Although his realm is the same as that of his subordinates, he is the first person in his clan to possess seven divine swords.

, can form a sword formation, is extremely powerful, and understands the origin of the sword, making it second only to the five Scarlet Light Demon Saints."

"Oh, I didn't expect that in this ruined world of yours, there are still swordsmen who have understood the original way of swordsmanship. It's not easy." Wu Mafeng sneered.

Listening to his sneer, Mingxue Shazu felt excited and quickly complimented: "Of course, his swordsmanship is not as good as yours, Mr. Feng."

Wu Mayan next to him reminded: "Brother Feng, this person is indeed an extraordinary swordsman. Don't be careless."

"Hmph, so what if I'm careless, can he defeat my sword?" Wu Ma Feng dismissed it.

"Arrogant."

The dozen or so half-step saints who followed the ancestor of the Seven Sword Gods all regarded the Sword Master as the first person under the saints. Seeing Wu Ma Feng belittle him in this way, they all looked angry.

The Seven Swords God Ancestor was as calm as water. He first nodded to the nine Weilun Realm Masters, and then said to Wu Ma Feng: "How about I come and compete with you?"

"You are brave enough, but I don't know how good your swordsmanship is?" Wu Ma Feng said with a smile.

"You will know soon. If I am lucky enough to beat you, I hope you will keep your word and leave the God-killing Realm and our Senluo Realm." The Seven Swords God Ancestor said calmly.

"You can, but I'm afraid you can't do it. Among sword cultivators of the same level, no one can beat me in even one move." Wu Ma Feng said with a relaxed expression.

The Seven Swords God Ancestor heard the words and said to the dozen or so half-step saints behind him: "You go in first."

"Sword Master, be careful."
Chapter completed!