483: C483 Wan Mie Jing

C483 Wan Mie Jing

"Doesn't mean anything."

Su Jin curled his lips. He had already mustered up all his energy and was ready to fight against Qing Cang, but he didn't expect his opponent to be so cowardly and run away. ...

However, it didn't matter if he ran away or not. He was confident that he could take care of Qing Cang now. It wouldn't take long for Su Jin to completely disregard Qing Cang.

He had this kind of confidence.

He looked into the distance. It was more important to find the treasure chest.

Swordman Fenglei walked alone on a small path between the mountains. He walked through a bamboo forest and walked halfway up the mountain.

Not long after, an ordinary farm yard appeared in front of his eyes. When he saw the yard, Swordman Fenglei, who had always been cold and stern, showed a trace of gentleness that was hard to see in his eyes.

Because this small courtyard was Swordman Fenglei's home.

The area within a few hundred miles was filled with wilderness. No one knew that there was actually a courtyard in this place. Moreover, the person who lived here was the renowned peerless genius, Swordman Fenglei.

In a short while, Swordman Fenglei arrived at the door. Just as he was about to open the door, his facial expression suddenly changed.

His eyes instantly became fierce. "Who is it?!"

Pak pak pak!

The sound of clapping rang out. After which, a few unfamiliar figures walked out from the tightly shut farm courtyard.

The most eye-catching among them was a young man with a handsome appearance. This person wore gorgeous clothes, and his bearing was graceful and extraordinary. His gaze carried a high and mighty aura, as if he was looking down on everyone's arrogance.

This young man had a cultivation base of the second level of the Martial King Stage. The auras of the three people beside him were stronger than this young man's, but they seemed to be his followers.

"Swordman Fenglei, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Why are you only here now?"

The graceful young man said with a faint smile, but his eyes were filled with malicious intent.

"Jing Shaoqiu, it's you!"

Swordman Fenglei's expression changed abruptly, and his gaze became icy cold. "What are you doing in my house!?"

"What are you doing?"

The young man called Jing Shaoqiu laughed lightly. "With your intelligence, is there a need to ask?"

Swordman Fenglei's face darkened. "Is it because I defeated you that day and rejected Jing family's offer to recruit me? Is it because you want to take revenge on me? The dignified Jing family doesn't even have this bit of magnanimity. Aren't you afraid that everyone in the world will laugh at you? "

"Well said. The reputation of our Jing family is extremely important. Of course, we are afraid of being laughed at by everyone in the world!"

Jing Shaoqiu clapped his hands and laughed. However, a trace of ferociousness flashed across his eyes. "However, you defeated me, the young master of the Jing family, in front of so many people. Refusing to recruit the young master in front of so many people is equivalent to slapping the face of Jing family. Do you think you can stay out of this matter after doing this? "

" Humph, that day when I competed with you, it was you who provoked me first. After that, the Lifeless Sword King also said that he wouldn't find trouble with me! "

Swordman Fenglei said coldly, "Now, is your Jing family going to go back on your word?"

Jing Shaoqiu sneered, "Swordman Fenglei, Swordman Fenglei, what do you think you are? Promise? The so-called promise could only be made in front of people of equal status. Only then could it be counted. As for you? You don't have the right to receive the promise of our Jing family! "

Swordman Fenglei's eyes darkened." Haha, the people of the aristocratic families really can't believe it. "

He knew that he wouldn't be able to have a peaceful day today. Immediately, he began to use his luck secretly, preparing to kill his way out. Although the enemy had more people than him, if he wanted to escape, these few people wouldn't be able to keep him alive.

"Initially, I was only going to cripple your cultivation today, and make you my Jing family's slave forever. However, I didn't expect that."

Jing Shaoqiu didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack. Instead, a sinister smile appeared on his face. Suddenly, a spirit tablet appeared in his hand. "I didn't expect to find this in your room!"

Buzz!

A terrifying and boundless killing intent erupted from Swordman Fenglei's body.

It filled the entire forest, and instantly, countless birds scattered in all directions. Panicked cries resounded through the sky, and the bamboo leaves and leaves of the originally quiet bamboo forest fell down one after another.

That terrifying killing intent instantly caused the expressions of the few Martial King Stage Experts beside Jing Shaoqiu to change slightly. They stood in front of Jing Shaoqiu and blocked his path.

Swordman Fenglei's eyes were blood-red and his face was ferocious. He stared at Jing Shaoqiu and said, "Put it down!"

Jing Shaoqiu smiled faintly, but he did not panic at all. Instead, he played with it casually and looked at the name on the token. "Wan Feng, I heard that this is the name of the commoner who died in the hands of the non-growing old men twenty years ago. That ignorant lowly commoner actually dared to challenge Growing No Hand. In the end, he didn't even block Growing No Hand's attack"

"Shut up!"

Swordman Fenglei suddenly shouted angrily, his voice was like a clap of thunder.

The killing intent on his body suddenly became even more terrifying, and his eyes were filled with endless hatred. "Jing Wusheng, that kind of insidious and cunning person, what right does he have to be compared with my father? He was afraid of being defeated by my father's sword back then, and even bribed my friend. He poisoned my father's wine, such a despicable person... He actually dared to call himself the Lifeless Sword King? Hahaha, laughable! He was merely a petty person! Your Jing family is also a group of lowly people."

Hearing Swordman Fenglei's insults, the smile on Jing Shaoqiu's face disappeared. He became cold and said, "Little bastard, how dare you insult Elder Wu? How dare you insult our Jing family? Even if the previous incident didn't happen, just the two of you still dare to insult us! You will die today!"

"Jing Shaoqiu, do you know my real name?!"

A black light emerged in Swordman Fenglei's eyes, and a terrifying murderous aura emerged from his body. The hatred in his eyes had almost solidified. His voice was so cold that it sounded like it came from the underground door, "Wan Miejing!"

"Destroy the capital?!"

Jing Shaoqiu paused for a moment, and then his eyes turned cold. "With just you!" “

Swordman Fenglei's face was ferocious like a spirit. "I have lived my entire life to destroy your Jing family. How could I die before I destroy your Jing family?"

" Hehehe... "

Jing Shaoqiu laughed, but there was no trace of a smile on his face. His hand that was holding the token suddenly loosened. The spirit token fell to the ground and his feet stepped on it.

With a pata, the spirit token shattered, and Jing Shaoqiu's feet even moved a little on the fragment.

Looking at the shattered spirit token, Swordman Fenglei's body suddenly trembled, and suddenly became silent.

"A lowly commoner dares to say that he will destroy my Jing family! He really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Jing Shaoqiu's face revealed a ferocious smile, "Twenty years ago, no one could grow old and destroy that bastard father of yours. Today, I will be able to destroy you..."

Before he finished his words, Jing Shaoqiu's voice suddenly stopped.

All of a sudden, he felt an extremely cold killing intent locking onto him.

This killing intent carried a boundless hatred. It would not stop until one of them died. It would kill him at all costs!

Swish!

A shocking sword light suddenly tore through the sky and slashed out.

Fast!

Too fast!

No one would have thought that there would be such a fast sword technique in this world. It seemed to have ended in an instant. Jing Shaoqiu felt a cold light on his neck. In the next moment, his neck was going to be cut open.

His heart was violently shaken, and his eyes were filled with fear. How could it be so fast? This little bastard's sword technique... How could it be so powerful? Furthermore, this sword technique... He had never seen Wan Miejing use it before. Could this be his true strength?1

Initially, Jing Shaoqiu was still somewhat unconvinced when he lost to Wan Miejing, but now he knew that Wan Miejing had hidden his true strength when he defeated him.

However, it was too late for him to understand it now. Jing Shaoqiu was completely unable to react to this strike. Not only him, even the three Martial King Stage Experts that were one or two realms stronger than him couldn't react in time.

Because, this sword strike was too fast!

"No!"

Jing Shaoqiu roared madly in his heart, filled with hysterical fear. He was unwilling to die in such a place.

"Trash!"

Right at this moment, a cold snort exploded like a thunderclap.

Wah!

Wan Miejing's sword was about to cut through Jing Shaoqiu's neck, but the moment the sound was heard, his body was sent flying with a bang, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it!"

Wan Miejing's eyes revealed a deep unwillingness, but he knew that there was an opponent he couldn't fight. He immediately leapt forward and was about to escape!

But in the next moment, a charming figure suddenly appeared in front of Wan Miejing. With a slap, Wan Miejing's body was sent flying.

It was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. He had a short stature, and his eyes were cold to the extreme. There wasn't a trace of emotion in his eyes.

"Sky Destroying Sword! Hmph, you really are a bastard born from Wan Feng. After hiding for twenty years, you actually managed to break through to the Martial King!"

The middle-aged man laughed coldly, "Your talent is much better than your father's. If I give you another ten years, you might really become a Martial Emperor. At that time, you will be a threat to the Jing family. Unfortunately, you won't have the chance now! "

"Bastard!"

Wan Miejing glared at the middle-aged man, his eyes filled with endless hatred.

"Uncle He!"

Jing Shaoqiu woke up from the shock of death, his face was still pale. But when he saw the middle-aged man, he heaved a sigh of relief. After that, he looked at Wan Miejing who was lying on the ground with resentment. "I want to kill this bastard with my own hands!"

Uncle He snorted coldly and looked at Jing Shaoqiu with dissatisfaction. He was a dignified genius of Jing family, but he couldn't even be compared to a lowly commoner.

However, he didn't say anything. After all, Jing Shaoqiu was the genius of Jing family.

Jing Shaoqiu walked towards Wan Miejing step by step, his face filled with resentment. "You bastard! Today, I will make sure you die without a burial ground!"

His face was ferocious. A wisp of black True Qi emerged in his palm. This was a kind of True Qi that was specially used to torture people. It was something Jing Shaoqiu had learned to play with during normal days. It would definitely cause Wan Miejing to suffer the most terrifying pain in 4000 years.

"Go to hell, you lowlife!"

Jing Shaoqiu fiercely struck his palm towards Wan Miejing's head.

Wan Miejing widened his eyes, his eyes were filled with hatred and unwillingness.

He wasn't willing to die here before he could get his revenge!

"Can you get away from my disciple?"

Suddenly, a lazy voice came from not far away.

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