"Who has any objections?"
Zhu Yeqing's cold gaze swept across Guo Songyang, Lifeless Thorn, Guan Zhongliu, and the others.
Lifeless Thorn silently sheathed his sword.
The order Shangguan Jinhong gave him was to snatch if he could, and to preserve his life if he couldn't.
Although the Netherworld Sect's people were only Rank-4 martial grandmasters, they could not withstand the sheer number of people!
Moreover, he was extremely confident in his fast sword.
It wasn't that he had to seize the Nature Sword Technique!
Guo Songyang, Profound Sage Xuanling, and the others couldn't join forces. After pondering for a moment, they also chose to give up.
"I want to try!"
A person walked out from the crowd.
"Tang Wushuang of the Jing State?"
"No way! What is the Tang family doing here?"
"I heard that Tang Wushuang was invincible in the Jing State with his venomous sand.”
"The Tang Sect is the number one hidden weapon family, and they even poison their hidden weapons. The consequences would be unimaginable if they were to touch them!”
The people did not want to go against the Demon Cult and the Tang Sect the most.
The Demon Cult's techniques were extremely evil and difficult to deal with.
Tang Sect hidden weapons, peerless poison technique, you can't be touched by hidden weapons, once you touch them, the battle can basically be declared over.
Therefore, one should not underestimate the Tang Sect just because one's cultivation level was low.
Zhu Yeqing's face darkened.
The Netherworld Cult had members of the Tang family.
He knew very well how terrifying the hidden weapons of the Tang family were.
Most of the hidden weapons and poisons used by the Nether Sect were bought from the Tang family.
"Tang Wushuang, your Tang Family specializes in hidden weapons and poison, what sword technique do you need?”
"My Tang family has all four limbs, so why can't they practice sword arts?”
Tang Wushuang stood with his hands behind his back and faced the Nether Sect alone without fear.
"Then let the Nether Sect experience it!"
"Be careful!"
Tang Wushuang raised his right hand.
True energy wrapped around a Soul Stealing Deadly Needle and shot out like lightning.
Soul-Seizing Merciless Needle!
It was as big as an embroidery needle, and it was coated with poison. As long as one was hit by it, the poison would kill them within ten breaths!
Zhu Yeqing was shocked and immediately chose to dodge.
He did avoid it, but the people behind him were in trouble.
The Soul-Stealing Merciless Needle hit a ninth-grade grandmaster.
The latter felt a chill between his eyebrows.
"Did I get hit?"
"There is a needle mark on your mask."
"What? Quickly, quickly give me the Detoxification Pill!"
The Grandmaster's voice became softer and softer. Suddenly, there was no sound, and he fell straight to the ground.
"Hello? Hey!"
His teammate stretched out his hand to test the other party's breath, but after a while, he retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted."Dead, dead!"
The Nether Sect was speechless.
Guo Songyang was speechless.
Lifeless Thorn…
The Seven Swords of Mount Hua, Zuo Lengchan, Yue Buqun, and the others were dumbfounded.
A Rank-9 Grandmaster died just like that?
Zhu Yeqing's face was ashen.
A ninth-grade grandmaster could assassinate a great grandmaster, but he lost it in one exchange?
Murong Qiudi scolded him when they returned to Seven Star Pond.
Swoosh!
Zhu Yeqing waved his hand and slashed a sword Qi at Tang Wushuang. At the same time, he attacked Tang Wushuang. The rest of the disciples rushed out and attacked Tang Wushuang.
Tang Wushuang stomped his foot and moved ten feet away to avoid the sword Qi.
At the same time.
He waved his sleeve.
"Black Cloud Poison Sand!"
A black cloud spread out in a radius of thirty feet and shot toward Zhu Yeqing and the others!
"Be careful!"
These black clouds were not clouds, but black poisonous sand.
Those who were hit felt as if they were being gnawed by thousands of insects. They were in extreme pain, and their skin rotted and died!
Every grain of black sand had been soaked in the venom for several days.
If a grandmaster was injured by this poisonous sand, he would die in half a day!
Even if a martial grandmaster was hit, he would not last more than three days!
Even Dao Initiation Realm experts couldn't last for seven days!
"Ah!"
The members of the Nether Sect who were below Rank-6 grandmaster fell to the ground in pain. Their faces were green and their expressions were ferocious, as if they had been bitten by thousands of insects.
Yue Buqun and the others 'eyelids twitched wildly.
The power of Tang Wushuang's venomous sand had been greatly reduced.
Even so, the Protective Upstanding Qi of a Rank-5 Grandmaster could not defend against it!
There was no need to mention Rank-1 and 2 Grandmasters like them.
"You're courting death!"
Zhu Yeqing flew into a rage and stabbed his sword at Tang Wushuang.
"Five Sieve Smoke!"
Tang Wushuang clapped his left hand and a wisp of green smoke gushed out together with the palm force.
Not only could the Five Gauze Smoke disrupt one's vision, but it also had the effect of bewitching smoke. One careless puff would cause one's body to go weak, and a few more puffs would cause one to become a weakling.
Zhu Yeqing's vision was blocked, and his sword missed.
When he emerged from the green smoke, thirteen grains of poisonous sand hit his face.
As fast as lightning!
Bang! Bang! Bang…
The poisonous sand all landed on Zhu Yeqing's Protective Upstanding Qi, causing the Upstanding Qi to show signs of being stretched, constantly approaching Zhu Yeqing's body.
Zhu Yeqing's pupils shrank, and he quickly used his qinggong to dodge.
Tang Wushuang swung his right palm and twenty grains of poisonous sand shot toward the incoming Nether Cult members with his Genuine Qi. Each grain could easily penetrate the Protective Upstanding Qi of a Third Stage Great Grandmaster!
The three martial grandmasters couldn't dodge in time and were hit.
The other five felt their scalps go numb.
Tang Wushuang himself was a Fifth Stage Martial Grandmaster. After using the Tang family's technique, the speed of the venomous sand was extremely fast and it had a strong penetrating power against the Protective Upstanding Qi!
In addition to the small size of the venomancer, he could easily carry thousands of them with him.
One man against one sect!
"Stop!"
Seeing that Tang Wushuang still wanted to use the poison sand, Zhu Yeqing immediately shouted to stop.
"What did the Nether Envoy say?"
Tang Wushuang stood calmly with his hands behind his back.
"I can give you the sword manual!"
Zhu Yeqing knew that it was useless to continue fighting. To deal with Tang Wushuang, it was not easy to have a large number of people. Absolute martial strength was needed!
"Alright!" Tang Wushuang nodded with a smile.
"Antidote!"
Zhu Yeqing took out the sword manual and said.
"Give it to me first!"
Tang Wushuang took out a porcelain bottle.
In front of everyone, the two of them exchanged the antidote and the sword manual.
"Let's go!"
Zhu Yeqing snorted and turned to leave.
Lifeless Thorn, Guo Songyang, Guan Zhongliu, the Seven Swords of Mount Hua, and Zuo Lengchan watched in silence, once again witnessing the power of the Tang Clan.
Tang Wushuang looked around and said in high spirits: "Everyone, the sword manual belongs to my Tang family. Do you have any objections?”
Da!
Footsteps sounded.
Everyone looked at the person who walked out.
His white clothes were as white as snow, and he was as cold as ice.
" This is Ximen Chuixue?"
"Hiss!"
Ximen Chuixue started learning swordsmanship at the age of seven, and at the age of fourteen, he mastered it and created his own Unparalleled Sword Style, Sword of the West.
He had never been defeated since he stepped into the martial world!
He was another sword genius after Xie Xiaofeng and Ye Gucheng!
"I want the sword manual in your hand!"
Ximen Chuixue's voice was very cold and emotionless.
It was as if he himself had no feelings.
"I've heard of you. Defeat me first!”
"Good!"
"Black Cloud Poison Sand!"
Tang Wushuang clapped his hands and sprayed out a piece of poisonous sand.
Ximen Chuixue moved.
His sword was like white ice, bone-piercing cold, and also like white lightning, unbelievably fast and unpredictable.
When everyone regained their senses, the sword had already landed on Tang Wushuang's neck.
Ximen Chuixue's white clothes were covered in blood-red spots.
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