"Zheng Ming, stop!" Zhu Xinrong absolutely did not allow Zheng Ming to kill Zhuo Yingkang, because Zhuo Yingkang was the only hope for the Sword Palace in her eyes.●⌒,.

"If you dare to touch Zhuo Yingkang's hair, I will kill all your Zheng family, and make all the people related to you live and die!"

This sentence almost came from Zhu Xinrong's mouth. Naturally, it was also full of Zhu Xinrong's determination. Not to mention the identity of the Supreme Elder of Zhu Xinrong's Sword Palace, just saying that her second-grade peak cultivation can shock the entire Jin Dynasty.

A crazy tyranny appeared in Zheng Ming's eyes. He said in a cold manner: "Since that's the case, there is no need for the Burial Sword Palace to exist in this world. I will wipe out you and everyone in the Burial Sword Palace with one hand!"

At this moment, all of them gathered on Zheng Ming, which shocked everyone for a moment.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, it is hard to feel that this young man is joking, and they even have a feeling that this man is the God Emperor between heaven and earth, and every word he says, he will dominate the world.

At this moment, they had no doubt about the boy's determination, let alone whether the boy could do it.

Many disciples of the Burial Sword Palace felt a sense of air conditioning rising from their hearts, and many people even felt a sense of fear.

"You actually dare to threaten our Jianjian Palace and kill him... Master must kill him!"

Zhu Xinrong's mind was also taken away by him. As the Supreme Elder, she has been threatening others for life and death over the years, but now, Zhu Xinrong is not only threatened by others, but also by a junior.

This made Zhu Xinrong feel like an explosion.

However, Zheng Ming took another step forward, and the murderous intent directly pushed Zhuo Yingkang to kneel on the ground.

No one doubted that as long as Zheng Ming took another step forward, Zhuo Yingkang would be directly crushed by the Sengran sword intent.

"Give me a break! Zheng Ming, you can't kill me, I..." Zhuo Yingkang wanted to threaten Zheng Ming. But he said a little while and stopped.

Because his reason told him that if he dared to say something, then there would be only a dead end to wait for him.

Zhu Xinrong looked at Zheng Ming, who was shrouded by Feixian Sword Intent. However, she was angry and helpless. If it weren't for Feixian Sword Intent, she would have a way to rescue Zhuo Yingkang. But now, even if he attacked with all his strength and killed Zheng Ming, Zhuo Yingkang would be dead.

Once Zhuo Yingkang dies, the loss of their burial sword palace will be extremely huge.

How could things turn out like this? Zhu Xinrong didn’t have time to think about this at this moment. After taking a deep breath, he smiled and said, “Zheng Ming. Don’t be impulsive.”

The corners of Zuo Laogui's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't expect that things would have reached this point.

Tsk tsk, the woman who seemed weak but was actually harder than steel was threatening just now, but now she had to talk to others, which made people look really comfortable.

And this young man who was not very concerned about him also got a big position in his heart.

"Zhuo Yingkang, a real man will do what he says. Since you have said that, you should do what you want. Although you will be ridiculed for a while, it is also a model for what he says."

"Life is long, especially when you are a handsome boy, and you have a bright future. Because of a little bit of fighting spirit, you will ruin your bright future. This is not worth it."

Zhu Xinrong said a long passage in an instant. Although it was all inspiring words that made people enterprising, the core meaning was to let Zhuo Yingkang kneel three times and nine times.

Zhuo Yingkang is extremely intelligent, why don’t you know what it means?

The passion in his heart told him that he would never kneel down, but facing Zheng Ming, who was urging his sword intent and like a god, he felt that he was so small.

What's more, Zhu Xinrong said is right. If you have a bright future in the future, you will not only become a first-class person, but also be more likely to achieve success.

That kind of state is not comparable now!

One thought after another stirred up in Zhuo Yingkang's heart. He told himself crazy that as long as he became a first-class person and became a existence like Jin Wushen, no one would remember this kneeling today.

Some people may even say that if you can endure the humiliation under your crotch, you are one of the few heroes in the world.

Under such comfort, Zhuo Yingkang gritted his teeth and knelt heavily on the ground. And just as he performed the three bows and nine bows, he felt the pressure on his body gradually weakening.

The etiquette of three bows and nine bows is not a waste of time, so Zhuo Yingkang only took more than a dozen breaths to finish the last bow. When he stood up, he saw Zheng Ming looking at him with a smile.

"It's very standard, well, it seems that I have practiced it." Zheng Ming said with a hint of praise in his words.

This sentence made Zhuo Yingkang feel crazy. He wanted to tear Zheng Ming's mouth apart, and wanted to kill Zheng Ming, a hateful guy, directly, and wanted to...

But when he looked at the people around him, he saw a series of playful faces. These faces made him feel unwilling to stay there.

"Leave here, leave here!"

Another crazy voice was screaming in his heart, and he even had the feeling of escaping from here and going to a place where no one could find him.

"Zhuo Yingkang, if you escape, then you will really become a joke for everyone. What you have to do now is to stay here and get the recognition of the Hongyan Divine Sword. Only in this way can you wash away your shame."

"The recognition of the Divine Sword Hongyan can not only allow you to get a first-grade Divine Sword, but also make you famous all over the world."

"What people can remember is not your kneeling, but you have obtained the beautiful sword and the long sword that makes the world crazy."

Zhu Xinrong's voice fell into Zhuo Yingkang's ears at this moment. Hearing this sound, Zhuo Yingkang's palms tightly clenched.

Yes, if you want to get the Divine Sword Hongyan, only in this way can you quickly wash away your shame. Zheng Ming's persecution on himself will be washed away directly with the Divine Sword Hongyan's entry.

Clenching his fists tightly, a crazy fighting spirit rose from Zhuo Yingkang's body. This fighting spirit was cold and crazy, making people look sideways.

Ying Shaodian, who was sitting on the Huo Niu Lin, said lightly: "It's interesting!"

This sentence was very calm, as if watching a play, while Zhen Xuanzi, who was standing on his side, smiled and said, "I heard that Zhuo Yingkang has a Daluo sword body, so it's better for junior brother to use snacks."

Just as the two of them were talking, Zhu Xinrong said sternly: "The time has come, the sword tomb is opened."

With her shout, Li Qiuran took out a five-inch silver sword from her sleeve, and saw her shaking her hand. The silver five-inch sword turned into a silver light in the void and landed straight towards the sword tomb.

The sword tomb, which was like a mound of earth, emitted a sound of sword sound at the moment the silver light fell.

Accompanied by the sound of the sword, thirty-six sword lights soared into the sky and turned into thirty-six silver-white discs in the void, surrounding the entire sword tomb in the middle.

The disc is only six feet in diameter and floats quietly in the void, which looks a bit weird. However, the disciples of the Burial Sword Palace looked at the disc, but their faces were filled with yearning.

"Ying Kang, Jiazi's number one!" Zhu Xinrong's voice was filled with an unquestionable smell.

Zhuo Yingkang agreed and flew towards the first disc located in the east. The other disciples of the Burial Sword Palace waited for Zhuo Yingkang to rush towards his position after Zhuo Yingkang fell.

"Myster Ming, Elder Wugui asked me to tell you that after landing on the sword plate, you don't have to think about anything. The power on the sword plate will naturally drive the sword intent in your bloodline, and thus choose a long sword that matches you."

Zuo Yuncong said this and hesitated for a moment: "Maybe Mr. Ming, you won't get any famous sword this time. You are in harmony with the Feixian Sword. There are really not many swords in this sword tomb that can suppress the Feixian Sword."

Zheng Ming nodded and did not say anything, but there was a hint of fighting in his eyes. His target was the beauty magic sword, not only because of the resentment given to him by Zhu Xinrong, but also because he wanted to get the entire Burial Sword Palace.

But at this moment, Ying Shaodian was already like a ball of fire, falling on the disc directly north.

"How can this disc float in the void, and there are people standing on it?" A disciple from Wuhua Valley flashed with an incredible smell in his eyes.

The disciples who can come here to participate in the Sword Tomb Association are the top disciples in Wuhua Valley.

Although they have lost the qualification to get a sword tomb, their posture is also extraordinary, and they have their own unique features in martial arts.

The doubts of the disciples of Wuhua Valley were also the doubts of many people present, and even many disciples of the Burial Sword Palace also had the same doubts.

According to their understanding of cultivation, even a first-class strong man cannot fly in the air, let alone ordinary disciples like them.

However, this disc made of unknown metal not only floats steadily in the void, but also supports a person's weight, which really breaks their cognition.

"I heard that this sword tomb comes from the door. How can I understand the mystery inside it!" A disciple of the Sword Palace said with a hint of arrogance in his voice: "Just look, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

Just as everyone looked at the boys standing on the disc with admiration, a disciple of the Burial Sword Palace standing on the northwest side suddenly rushed out of a 10-meter-long earth-yellow light.

Although this light is a bit mottled, the moment it rushes out, it also makes people feel a ruthless sword intent soaring into the sky.

Sword Intent, this young disciple can actually rush out of the sword intent. How is this possible? You must know that this sword intent should be used by a peerless master like Zhu Xinrong.

How can a young man have the will of a sword? (To be continued.)
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