A chirping sounded between the sky and the earth. The huge flame wings of the big red bird flapped, and the ice and snow melted in a blink of an eye. Even the silver ice dragon made a crackling sound, and in a moment the true form of the flying sword appeared.

"Medium-grade spiritual weapon!" Bai Potian's face suddenly changed. He looked at the big red bird transformed by the Vermilion Bird's Little Demon-killing Sword, and a hint of greed appeared in his eyes.

Although Bai Potian was the leader of the Longmen Sword Sect, his cultivation level had reached the late stage of Wanxiang, and he was only one step away from entering the realm of Tongxuan, but the magic weapon he used was only barely called a spiritual weapon.

"I'm pretty good at teaching my children! It's a pity that I can't help but teach my children!" Xia Yunjie showed a hint of regret on his face and shook his head.

"Are you the Lord of Wu Xian? Are you the Iron Eagle who ordered me to kill my son?" Xia Yunjie's words were like a needle piercing Bai Potian's heart, making his whole face twisted, and he looked at Xia Yunjie fiercely and said coldly.

"If you kill someone, you will always kill him. If you want to kill my subordinates in my territory, you will naturally be unable to blame me for ordering him to kill him." Xia Yunjie said lightly.

"If you order someone to kill my son, you won't blame me for killing you!" Bai Potian said with murderous intent.

"Since that's the case, I have to kill you too!" Xia Yunjie said lightly.

"Haha, it's so arrogant! Even if you have powerful magic weapons, so what? Do you think I am the Lord of Wansha Cave and the Iron Eagle? Just based on your early stage of Wanxiang, you dare to say that you killed me!" Bai Potian laughed furiously.

After the unity of heaven and man, the soul of Xia Yunjie's life mansion has broken through to the realm of all things. Just now, the small Demon-killing Sword of the Vermillion Bird was released, which only revealed the fluctuations of magic power, but the witch power did not move at all. With the realm of Bai and Potian, it is naturally impossible to see that Xia Yunjie not only has the realm of the early stage of the world, but also has the realm of the late stage of the Earth Seven Cauldron, and is also the Cauldron of the King.

"Although I only have the early stage of the world, I can kill you enough!" Xia Yunjie said lightly, not deliberately showing his witch cultivator's trump card.

Be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship. Xia Yunjie has now stepped into the vast vast land of the vast realm from the far-man world. The cultivation of the potential enemies he faces is naturally getting higher and higher. The four overlords of the Cangmeng world whom he already knows are already in the Tongxuan realm. Who can guarantee that there is no potential enemy that is more powerful than the Tongxuan realm? Naturally, one or two trump cards must be left, and all the details cannot be exposed.

"Do you know what level of cultivation I am? You dare to speak so loudly!" Bai Potian shouted coldly, and the silver dragon ice and snow sword in his hand turned into an ice dragon again, spreading the extremely cold mist and roaring towards Xia Yunjie.

Xia Yunjie glanced at the capital under his feet, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, turning into a long rainbow and heading towards the sky.

This Baipotian not only has the late stage of Wanxiang, but also is a sword cultivator. Since Xia Yunjie is not ready to expose his trump card, he fights him at the early stage of Wanxiang, so he naturally cannot be as easy as before to kill the Lord of Wansha Cave and suppress the Iron Eagle Demon King. Once the fierce battle begins, it may inevitably harm the city and implicate innocent mortals.

Bai Potian and others could ignore the life and death of those ants, but Xia Yunjie could not do it.

"It's too late to escape now!" Bai Potian was stunned when he saw Xia Yunjie turning into a rainbow, then sneered, and roared and roared to chase after him.

Seeing the king of the country turning into a rainbow, the Iron Eagle Demon King, Peng Tianwu, Elder Wang and others were also slightly stunned, and then hurriedly chased after him.

As soon as the Iron Eagle Demon King and others left, several more rays of light soared into the sky in the capital of Mengyang, breaking through the air towards Xia Yunjie's rainbow.

The aura emitted by those rays of lights was relatively powerful, and the lowest was also the middle stage of the distraction. It was obvious that they were all cultivators who were proud of their strength, and were preparing to watch the fun.

"You are worthy of letting me turn around and run away. I just don't want to hurt the innocent." The red rainbow cut through the layers of clouds and reached the gale of wind in a blink of an eye.

The gale wind is not an ordinary wind. Legend has it that there are nine layers of gale wind, one layer that passes violently, and all the cultivators who want to ascend to the immortal realm to achieve the immortal position must pass.

Ascending the clouds ascend, only one step away from achieving the test that the celestial immortal monk has to go through. You can imagine how terrifying this gale wind is.

The gale wind layer where Xia Yunjie is located is just the first of these nine gale winds.

But even so, it was extremely cold. The gusts of wind were like sharp blades, which could instantly cut the iron stone into pieces.

"Injuring innocent people? It's ridiculous! The sword is a ruthless weapon, and it is the way to kill. How can you cultivate a sword immortal with your nature?" A silver light breaks through the air gale, Bai Potian, who was as white as snow, stood in the hunting gale with a sword, with a sarcasm and sneer on the corner of his mouth. A series of icy and cold killing auras emanate from the silver dragon ice and snow sword, repelling the gale outside.

"The sword is the king of soldiers! The king does not rely solely on ruthless killing? Just based on what you said just now, your sword path has fallen below!" Xia Yunjie stood tall in the gale wind, and the red Vermilion Bird Little Demon-killing Sword was quietly suspended in the gale wind, without a trace of killing aura, but all the gale winds avoided three feet away and did not step forward.

"The way of the king!" Bai Potian was shocked, and the sarcasm on his face finally turned into solemnity.

There are thousands of Taos, and the same Tao also has superior and inferior, which all cares about the understanding of the practitioner.

A sword breaks all kinds of tricks. Swords have been a killing weapon since ancient times. Almost all the truly powerful sword cultivators have devoted themselves to swords, and they are also decisive people in the killing world. Not to mention mere mortals, even demons and immortals, as long as they block their path, they will be killed with one sword.

From the day when Bai Potian stepped into the sword cultivator, he was taught by his master to concentrate on his sword. When can he be able to achieve only the sword in the center of his eyes and no longer focus on his attention, he can truly achieve success in the sword cultivator. In this regard, it is similar to the ancient Western religion that requires people to cut off the seven emotions and six desires to realize the truth.

Therefore, even though Bai Potian was sad, he was not as deep as ordinary people because he was following the ruthless killing method, and his family affection had long faded a lot. Bai Potian was more angry, anger, an offensive and majestic anger.

Xia Yunjie ordered the Iron Eagle Demon King to kill his son, which not only offended the majesty of the head of the Longmen Sword Sect, but also the majesty of the flying sword he held in his hand.

"Haha, the way of the king is really ridiculous! It's just a group of ants. As a monk of all things, you actually avoid fighting for them. You are just a woman's kindness, so how can you say the king?" Soon the solemnity on Bai Potian's face turned into a great ridicule and sarcasm.

When Xia Yunjie saw Bai Potian laughing at him and said that he was a woman's kindness. When he saw him, he couldn't help but show a hint of pity, as if a high god looked down at the working and struggling in the world.

Today, he regarded a group of mortals and weak cultivators as ants, but he never thought that under the vast way of heaven, he, the late-stage master of Wanxiang, was not indistinguishable from that mortal, and he was just like an ant.

He laughed at them as ants and Xia Yunjie as a woman's kindness, but he didn't know that he was actually laughing at himself as an ant, and he regarded God's mercy on his life as a woman's kindness.

The unity of man and nature has allowed Xia Yunjie to stand at a higher level when looking at things. Compared with the improvement of his cultivation, his state of mind is a real leap.

Just like a frog that has been living in a well, it jumps out of the well, and its jumping ability has not improved much, but its vision is many times wider than it is in the well.

This is the change of Xia Yunjie after the unity of man and nature.

At this time, the head of the Longmen Sword Sect and the powerful sword cultivator in the late stage of Wanxiang were just a pitiful person in his eyes.

"A woman's kindness is always human, but if she is ruthless and cold-blooded, she is just a beast. If you don't even understand this, how can you become a true sword immortal? It's just a waste of resources from heaven and earth." Xia Yunjie's eyes looked at Bai Potian and became more pity.

"Haha, it's a fallacy! I want to see how powerful you are in the Women's Sword and whether you can block this ruthless sword!" Bai Potian had ever been seen with such a look, and couldn't help but be furious. If you don't talk nonsense to Xia Yunjie, the flying sword in his hand turned into a silver dragon, rolled up countless gusts of gusts, and roared and opened his bloody mouth at Xia Yunjie.

Xia Yunjie smiled faintly, and the little Vermilion Bird Demon-killing Sword in his hand turned into a big red bird burning with blazing flames. His eyes were majestic at the roaring silver dragon.

The big red bird floated in the gale of wind, and the flames were burning quietly. A wave of uneven self-power emanated from the big red bird, which actually carried the supreme kingly majesty, making the whole world seem to suddenly calm down.

The silver dragon, which was extremely fierce and full of momentum, faced the king's majesty, showed a hint of panic and fear in the eyes of the lantern-like dragon. The huge body that was moving forward inexplicably stagnated in the gale of wind, and no longer had the previous intent to move forward.

In fact, it was not just the Silver Dragon. Even the monks who came and watched the battle from afar felt a majesty that made them frightened, and their eyes were filled with horror.

I only heard that the king of Wuxian Kingdom is powerful, but today I have truly experienced it myself.

A sword is like a king. Once the sword comes out, it will rule the world without any publicity, nor does it require a huge murderous aura.

"No wonder he dares to be so arrogant. It's true that there are some tricks!" Bai Potian and the Silver Dragon Ice and Snow Sword were in harmony. Seeing that the Silver Dragon Ice and Snow Sword had not fought, he was already timid and his face changed slightly. However, he was a cultivator in the late stage of the Wanxiang realm, so he naturally would not retreat, let alone the irreconcilable hatred of killing his son.

As he said that, the murderous intent in Baipotian's eyes skyrocketed, and the dragon scales on the silver dragon suddenly burst out with a dazzling cold light in the gale of wind, turning into an ice blade, and facing Xia Yunjie like arrows all over the sky.

The ice blade was extremely sharp, and even the strong wind that could crush the iron stone seemed to be like paper in front of it, and it was cut and torn apart one after another.
Chapter completed!