The Northern Liang Army set up camp on the spot. Xu Xiao planned to stay here and seek a turning point.
At this moment, a wild laugh suddenly appeared in the sky.
"Hahahahaha! He didn't expect that a puny swordsmith would be so helpless against Ren Tu and Xu Xiao.”
"I think you, Xu Xiao, are getting old. It's time for you to retire from the martial arts world, right?”
Such disrespectful and arrogant words attracted the attention of all the martial artists.
All of them looked up into the sky, wanting to know what kind of person dared to come out at this time. Was he not afraid of angering the Prince of Beiliang, Xu Xiao?
However, when they saw the person who said this, they all fell silent.
An old monk wearing a kasaya and holding a Burmese saber slowly descended from the sky.
The old monk's beard had turned white, and the kasaya he was wearing was red and purple. It didn't look like he was bathing in the Buddha's light, but more like he was soaked in blood, emitting a thick smell of blood.
Looking at the monk's expression again, his eyes were narrowed and his face was filled with a sinister smile. He held a Burmese sword and was filled with killing intent. He did not look like a monk at all.
Even when facing the Northern Liang Army and Xu Xiao, who was known as the Butcher, he showed no fear.
The surrounding martial artists retreated one after another, and the crowd began to whisper.
"Isn't this Patriarch Bloodsaber?"
"Yeah, why is he here?”
"Didn't I hear that Forefather Bloodsaber has been cultivating in seclusion for a long time? I didn't expect to see him here."
"The sword forger from the Sword Pavilion said that Xu Xiao has committed a lot of crimes. I think Patriarch Bloodsaber has committed a lot of crimes as well.”
"Neither of them are good people. We just have to wait and see.”
Yao Yue clenched her fists the moment she saw Patriarch Blood-Edge.
"Bah, what a lecherous monk."
Lian Xing felt strange.
"How did the Great Palace Master see it?"
"Do you still need to observe his expression carefully? It wasn't what a monk should look like. His hands were covered in blood. Without a doubt, he must have done all kinds of dirty deeds on a daily basis.”
At this moment, Lian Xing happened to see Patriarch Bloodsaber's face. She was shocked. This was the first time she had seen such a fierce face.
Although he was wearing a kasaya, he didn't look like a monk at all. Many Shaolin people were righteous, but she could only see the word evil on Patriarch Blood-Edge.
"You might not know, but Patriarch Bloodsaber is the fourth generation leader of the Black Sect of Qinghai, the Bloodsaber Sect. He wields a Burmese saber and his saber techniques have reached the peak of perfection. He is known as the" number one evil expert in the martial arts world."His disciples all dress up as monks, but they are all heinous licentious monks.”
Obviously, Yao Yue had hated Patriarch Bloodsaber for a long time and had thoroughly investigated his background.
"From the looks of it, he's indeed not a good person. He's an evil person who should go to hell!”
"It doesn't matter. Let's see how Xu Xiao deals with it.”
Yao Yue was even more interested now. One wave had yet to calm down, and another wave had risen. The best thing to do was to stay out of the martial world and watch the show.
Xu Xiao only stared at the evil monk who had suddenly appeared in front of him without saying a word.
"Ha, I came here to help you and teach you, but you don't appreciate it?”
"I respect your name, Xu Xiao. I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I came out to teach you.”
Patriarch Bloodsaber charged into the Sword Pavilion with his Burmese Saber.
Xu Xiao didn't stop him, but his face was already filled with displeasure. He thought to himself," Idiot, this bald monk is going to ruin our plans."
The hearts of the surrounding martial artists were hanging in the air. They had been watching the show for so long, and now it was the most intense time.
Han Diao Temple, in particular, was closely watching the movements in the Sword Pavilion.
"It's good that a boor has come. I want to see how strong the so-called expert in the Sword Pavilion is.”
Patriarch Bloodsaber slashed at the Sword Pavilion, and a blood-red sword Qi flew toward the Sword Pavilion.
The swords around the Sword Pavilion suddenly let out a loud cry, and then all of them floated into the air.
In an instant, it actually formed a snow-white sword wall. The shining sword body was so dazzling that everyone could not open their eyes.
Patriarch Bloodsaber's sword qi collided with the sword wall and was actually disintegrated.
Then, hundreds of swords responded and formed a sword formation in the air. The tip of each sword pointed at the same enemy, Patriarch Bloodsaber.
"You have some skills."
Patriarch Bloodsaber chuckled.
He lifted his kasaya and attacked the Sword Pavilion again.
The swords reacted immediately and attacked Patriarch Blood-Edge's weak spots.
The sound of weapons colliding could be heard in the air.
One after another, the swords surrounded Patriarch Blood-Edge. Like a huge wave in the ocean, the swords formed a sword wave and attacked Patriarch Blood-Edge wave after wave.
Patriarch Bloodsaber brandished his Burmese Saber and blocked the swords.
At the same time, there was also this blood-red airwave around him, protecting his entire body.
"I want that sword!"
While Patriarch Bloodsaber was fending off the sword wave, he was also observing the swords in the Sword Tomb. Soon, he saw a decent sword.
The blood-red airwaves around him became more and more ferocious, so much so that the endless sword waves flying out of the sword tomb actually lost their effect at this moment.
On the other hand, Patriarch Blood-Edge waved his kasaya and kept sweeping the swords in the sky above the Sword Tomb. Even though the swords in the Sword Tomb let out bursts of violent sounds, many of them were still swept away by Patriarch Blood-Edge.
After taking away enough swords, the Ancestor of Blood-Edge returned to the front of the Northern Liang Army. With a clang, he took out more than ten swords from his kasaya. They were all forcefully taken out from the Sword Tomb of the Sword Garret.
"Did you see that? Why did he ask for a sword? Wouldn't it be much more convenient if he took it out himself? With Xu Xiao's strength, do you think you're afraid of this swordsmith?”
Chen Zhibao, who was still kneeling at the side, witnessed Patriarch Bloodsaber's actions and his heart burned with rage. Indeed, why would he need to be nice to such a disrespectful swordsmith?
Wouldn't it be much easier to just go up and snatch it?
He looked at Xu Xiao who was not far away, his eyes filled with confusion.
He did not understand why the Prince of Beiliang, Xu Xiao, had become so weak. He was just a sword forger. If he wanted his sword, he could just snatch it!
Who knew that Xu Xiao would turn around and leave without even looking at the sword on the ground.
He left a message for Patriarch Bloodsaber.
"Foolish. Doing this means that your life is at risk.”
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