Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Boss, in front is the boundary of the sword dynasty."

A few days later, Ling Xiao's cultivation practice broke through to the middle of the thirteenth floor of hell in a yin and yang environment.

And he and Xiaojin also reached the border of the sword dynasty.

"Sword Dynasty, I'm here!"

Ling Xiao clenched his fists.

This will be a brand new beginning, but he will never forget what he has to do.

But if he wants to find Yue Fanghua and revenge with the royal family, he must become stronger!

Keep getting stronger!

"Boss, do you really plan to go to that magic dragon sword court?"

Xiao Jin asked suddenly.

"Not necessarily, Master, he is just a suggestion. I will not go easily without knowing the magic dragon sword court."

Although Zongmen is a pedal for Ling Xiao to quickly improve its strength, it does not necessarily have to be added.

So he is not in a hurry to make a decision.

Between the speeches, one person and one animal has stepped into the border of the sword dynasty.

The border town, although small, is very lively.

Ling Xiao intends to rest here, and ask about the situation of the sword dynasty.

After all, he is completely new to this place.

Sitting in the teahouse, I asked for a few buns, a pot of tea, and Ling Xiao ate with Xiaojin.

The energy in the food is beneficial to the cultivation of cultivation, and it is also very important for the martial artists.

Although it doesn’t matter if you don’t eat it, it’s never harmful.

But as soon as he sat down, he felt a terrible pressure.

Around him, several masters suddenly appeared.

Although these people wear different clothes, all of them have a cloak hanging behind them.

Above the cloak, there is a big "sword".

Ling Xiao found that his cultivation behavior was absolutely bad among these people.

The sword dynasty is indeed a sword dynasty. It is indeed more powerful than Chen Guo.

One of the nine most powerful forces in the Western Regions, that was not really blown out.

"Boom!"

A table was suddenly overturned, and a warrior wearing a sword and a cloak didn't know the reason, and he became very angry with a few people who had just arrived in this border town like Ling Xiao.

"Your Excellency is too much?"

Being overturned the table, those few people are naturally unacceptable.

You should know that each of their cultivation practices is around the middle of the thirteenth floor of hell.

Such strength is absolutely top-notch in places like Chen Guo and Volcano.

So they can't suffer this kind of fools.

And they are crowded and there is only one person on the other. How could they be afraid?

"Too much? What's more is still behind!"

The man in the cloak of the sword suddenly shot, and a sword pierced the throat of the speaker.

The man died tragically on the spot.

"Dead! Dead man!"

The rest of the martial artists were so scared that their faces changed greatly.

"Do you know how powerful it is now? All the warriors of the sword dynasty must register!

You newcomers, no matter where they come from, no matter how arrogant they were before, are chicks here!

Who dares to make trouble, just like him in the end!"

The murderer was very indifferent and arrogant. He pointed to the killed martial artist and said aloud.

"Tell you these newcomers about the rules.

The warriors of the sword dynasty are all under the control of the "sword temple", and the sword temple is directly under the existence of the sword emperor.

Every warrior who belongs to the sword temple can get a piece of this cloak and a waist card.

Prove that you are willing to loyal to the sword dynasty!"

The murderer sneered, then greeted: "Everyone who eats puts down the things and comes over to gather!

We have to check the waist card!"

Hearing such a domineering voice, Ling Xiao realized that she might have come to a place that was even more cruel than Chen Guo.

In the sword dynasty, all the warriors should register with the sword temple.

This is equivalent to belonging to the court.

I am afraid that even the freedom of identity will be restricted.

"Boss, what shall we do?"

Xiao Jin asked.

"Look at it and say it first. If it comes, it will be safe. As long as it is not too demanding, we can all agree."

Arriving in an unknown place, facing a group of powerful warriors, Ling Xiao is very cautious in doing things.

He did not want to cause his death because of his own care.

In that case, what should Yue Fanghua do?

What about his Eight Immortals?

What about his heavenly empire?

He left the table with the others and walked over the open space beside him.

After the murder just now, no one dared to clamor. No matter whether it was a hero or a bear, once here, they had to act in accordance with the rules of the Sword Temple.

The people in the sword temple looked at these foreign households with contempt, like a butcher watching the lamb to be slaughtered.

"Get in line and get a temporary ID card! Everyone pays a million lower grade spirit stones!"

Several warriors of the sword temple quickly set up a table, and then took out the iron waist tag and placed it on the table, one of them said.

One million substandard spirit stones, this is really not a small amount.

Although it is nothing to Ling Xiao, for most martial arts, it is absolutely expensive.

I am afraid that even if it is a warrior who has been transformed into a thirteenth layer of hell in Yin and Yang, there are not many people who can bring it out.

Even if there is, it is ruined.

This is obviously difficult.

"I know you are all a bunch of poor bastards!

Easy to manage without money.

Put a fingerprint on this contract and use your work to pay off the debt.

Just finished, our sword dynasty treats you like warriors very well."

The warrior of the sword temple said with a smile.

"Where is the contract book, this is simply a contract of sale! What a joke, I came to the sword dynasty for cultivation, not to work for the sword temple."

The first warrior was photographed, and the contract was exploded immediately.

Ling Xiao observed it with Tai Chi eyes. The original contract stated that if he pressed his handprint, he would work for the sword dynasty for a hundred years.

One hundred years!

Even if the warrior lives longer than the average person, how many hundred years can it be?

Isn't this the same as a slave?

"Reluctant? Yes, as long as you pay one million inferior spirit stones!"

There was a cold smile on the face of the sword temple.

"I don't have money, and I won't be your slave!"

The warrior shouted angrily: "I'm not the waste just now, my cultivation has already reached the peak of the thirteenth layer of hell in Yin and Yang Realm!"

"Is it strong?"

The sword warrior who had killed before sneered.

Ling Xiao saw this smile and knew that the rebels were going to die.

Although the warriors in the Sword Temple are basically all of the thirteenth floor hell of the Yin and Yang Realm, they were cultivated in the middle.

But this murderer has already reached the level of the early cultivation of the 14th layer of hell in Yin and Yang.

Those who do not see through his cultivation must be dying.

Moreover, Ling Xiao could feel that the warriors in the Sword Temple, not only these few, but the stronger ones, did not show up. These small things were handed over to the following people.

In this border town alone, there are more than a dozen people who have cultivated 14 layers of hell in a yin and yang environment.

This is terrifying.

Sure enough, as Ling Xiao expected, the rebels were directly pierced into the throat and died on the spot.

"Hopefully I will not kill the third person again!"

The murderer sneered and sat back again.

(End of this chapter)