Dongfang Bingling's delicate body trembled, and her beautiful face suddenly turned pale. She had been treated like a fairy since she was young, and had never been insulted like this. She almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"And you, Zhu Hongxue?"
Ximen Wuya glared at Zhu Hongxue, who was beside Dongfang Bingling, and said, "Dongfang Bingling has a fiancé. What are you trying to do by pestering her every day?
Not only that, you are the number one youth expert, while Yang Dingtian has only just passed the initiation stage.
Yet, you want to kill him?
Do you have any ulterior motives? "
Zhu Hongxue glanced at him coldly and didn't even bother to explain.
Dongfang Bingling took a deep breath and raised her delicate chin. She said coldly, "City Lord Ximen is indeed sharp-tongued. Then, I would like to ask a few questions. Please answer."
"Please!" Ximen Wuya said.
"First question. My father is the number one expert in the world. Is his cultivation very high?
Is his vision very high? "Dongfang Bingling asked.
"Of course. Senior Brother Dongfang is the person I respect the most in this world," Ximen Wuya said slowly.
"Since his vision is very high?
Why would he choose a mediocre talent like Yang Dingtian?
A man in his twenties who has just passed the initiation stage. I have also seen his Xuan Meridians. They are very mediocre. He is not even qualified to be a servant disciple in my Yin-Yang school. Why would my father choose him to be the successor of the Yin-Yang school? "Dongfang Bingling said.
Before Ximen Wuya could answer, Dongfang Bingling continued to ask, "Second question. Previously, someone saw that on the way to the Yin-Yang school, Yang Dingtian was on Cloud Sky City's boat. Furthermore, he interacted with City Lord Ximen all the time and had a close relationship with him.
May I ask, is this true? "
Ximen Wuya nodded and said, "Is this true?"
Dongfang Bingling said, "For generations, Cloud Sky City has wanted to take back the rightful position of Yin-Yang school. Normal methods have failed.
Then, could it be possible to use a different method?
In the meantime, he had someone bring my father's belongings to the Yin-Yang school, announcing that my father had accepted him as his disciple, that he would be his successor, and that he would be betrothed to me.
And this person happens to be from Cloud Sky City. Then, in twenty or thirty years, the Yin-Yang school will belong to Cloud Sky City. "
"If this matter is true, then doesn't it mean that Ximen City Lord and my father's death have some connection?" Dongfang Bingling coldly said.
Ximen Wuya was slightly stunned. He said slowly, "Miss Dongfang's tongue is as sharp as a sword."
"Alright, even if we can pick up the remains of Dongfang Minmie Senior Martial Brother.
But what about his last words?
His last words were instilled into the flame ornament. As long as it matches your mother's moth ornament, his last words will appear.
These last words were formed by your father's blood and Celestial Chi. How can this be faked? "Ximen Wuya said.
Dongfang Bingling turned her beautiful face. Her beautiful eyes were cold. She gritted her teeth and said, "What father's last words?
I have never seen them. I have only heard Yang Dingtian's oral description! "
Ximen Wuya was stunned. He looked at Dongfang Bingling in disbelief. Then, he said slowly, "A person who is self-deprecating is invincible. A shameless person is undefeatable."
Then, Ximen Wuya said to Jiang Songyang, "Senior Martial Brother Jiang, at this point, it seems that logic does not make sense."
Jiang Songyang said, "It doesn't make sense. Otherwise, why would so many of us come?
Hand over Yang Dingtian. This is no longer about the flame ring. It concerns the death of our sect leader. We have to interrogate him properly. How did our sect leader die?
Who killed him? "
"I understand, I understand!" Ximen Wuya said slowly, "If logic doesn't make sense, then let's fight."
"Are we really going to fight?" Jiang Songyang said, "Junior Martial Brother Ximen, what do you think about your cultivation compared to mine?"
"About the same?" Ximen Wuya said.
Jiang Songyang said, "Ximen Wuya, you have made a name for yourself outside. I am unknown in the Yin-Yang school, but in terms of strength, I am definitely not weaker than you.
More than 20 years ago, I fought with Sect Leader Dongfang and won by half a move.
Among the masters present, I am the weakest. Junior Martial Brother Wuying is good at killing people. When I fought with him, although I could hurt him, my life was in danger.
As for Martial Uncle Ning Busi, he is much stronger than me.
As for Sect Leader Zhu, I can't even compare to him. "
Ximen Wuya smiled faintly.
Jiang Songyang continued, "You are at the Master Realm, and I am also at the Master Realm. You think you can't even beat me?
Not to mention Martial Uncle Ning Busi and Sect Leader Zhu. I really don't know where you get the confidence to say that you want to fight. Why don't you hand over Yang Dingtian? "
Ximen Wuya said, "Senior Martial Brother Jiang, let's fight and see."
"If you want to fight, then let's fight.
I am the weakest among them, but I am enough for you. Let me fight, "Jiang Songyang said. Then, he pulled out a huge sword that was ten feet long from his back.
Ximen Wuya took out a thin sword that was less than two feet long from his sleeve. He said, "Senior Martial Brother Jiang, are you a beginner?
Or are you going to kill him? "
"Kill him!" Jiang Songyang said.
"Sure enough, you are going to kill him."
Ximen Wuya said, "It's good that you are going to kill him. Don't think I don't know that you played a dishonorable role in the death of the previous City Lord.
Since you are going to kill him, then let's settle the old score. "
"If you want to die, then die. Why are you talking nonsense?"
Jiang Songyang sneered. Then, he wiped the huge sword with his palm. Suddenly, blood spurted out and covered the huge sword.
"Boom …" The blood burned fiercely. The huge sword that was ten feet long and one and a half feet wide was burning fiercely. It lit up the surrounding sea area clearly.
Jiang Songyang raised the huge flaming sword high. The Mystic Wings on his back suddenly spread out. They were ten meters long.
"Bang!"
Like a meteor, Jiang Songyang suddenly jumped into the air and then rushed toward Ximen Wuya like lightning.
His murderous aura was overwhelming. It was as if he could topple the mountains and overturn the seas.
Jiang Songyang, a world-famous powerhouse, was ranked as a Grandmaster!
Flying above Ximen Wuya's head, Jiang Songyang roared, "After today, there will be no more Cloud Sky City in the world!"
Then, he suddenly slashed down with his sword. Endless flames and the huge sword that was ten feet long slashed toward Ximen Wuya's head like a thunderbolt. It was going to cut him into pieces in an instant.
Ximen Wuya raised the thin sword that was less than two and a half feet long. He faced Jiang Songyang's shocking attack and slanted the sword.
"Swoosh …" The sword slashed. Ximen Wuya's thin sword turned into a 100-meter-long blue light rainbow. Like a bolt of lightning, it slashed across the dark sky.
"Hiss …" Like a knife cutting through tofu, Jiang Songyang's powerful giant sword was cut in two. Jiang Songyang's body was cut in two.
Blood spurted wildly. Jiang Songyang fell into the sea, dead without a complete corpse!
Everyone was shocked and speechless. They were completely stunned by the scene in front of them!
Ximen Wuya's name had been very famous in the past few years, but everyone thought that he was at most at the same level as Jiang Songyang. They didn't expect that Jiang Songyang would be killed in one move and cut in two.
At the same time, they didn't expect that Ximen Wuya would be so ruthless when he was talking reason just now, as if he was unwilling to fight.
"Who's next?!"
Ximen Wuya asked. Then, he gently swung the thin sword in his hand. The sword returned to its original size. At this time, it looked like a hidden sword.
"Yin-Yang school's Wu Ying greets City Lord Ximen." A figure walked out of the darkness.
This person was of average height and had a slender and soft body. Although he was a man, his face was delicate, just like a woman's.
Although he looked like a woman, this man made the whole world tremble in fear.
As the adjudicator of Yin-Yang school, his only mission was to kill.
No matter how high the opponent's cultivation was, no matter how high the opponent's status was, as long as there was an order from above, he would take the opponent's life even if he had to travel thousands of miles.
Wu Ying was 45 years old this year. He had been an adjudicator for 15 years and had never failed.
As a student of Yin-Yang school, he had neither ice nor fire Xuan Veins, but wind Xuan Veins.
Some people said that in terms of martial arts level, he wasn't the highest.
In terms of Xuan Qi level, he wasn't the highest.
And among the masters in the world, he was almost the only one who didn't know Xuan skills. He only knew martial arts. He only relied on the thin sword in his hand.
But among all the masters in the world, his speed was the fastest.
Whether it was the speed of his attack or the speed of his sword.
He firmly believed that in the world of martial arts, only speed was invincible.
It was precisely because of his speed that no one could defend against.
Hence, he had a terrifying nickname, the Phantom Ghost King.
He never failed to kill anyone he wanted to kill, no matter how strong the opponent was.
He was not a Grandmaster, but two Grandmasters had died in his hands.
Only the strongest person could be an adjudicator.
Wu Ying was only a student of Yin-Yang school in name. His martial arts weren't learned in Yin-Yang school.
The reason why he was an adjudicator of Yin-Yang school was that Dongfang Minmie had saved his life.
"Junior Brother Wu Ying, please wait!"
Ximen Wuya said. Then, he lifted his body and floated up. He left the ship of Cloud Sky City and floated above the sea.
Ximen Wuya slowly closed his eyes and said, "Junior Brother Wu Ying, I'm ready. You can make your move."
Ximen Wuya actually closed his eyes and fought with Wu Ying. Of course, he wasn't looking down on him.
It was because Wu Ying was too fast. Using one's eyes to search for him was too slow. One needed to use one's senses.
"Whoosh …" As expected, Wu Ying suddenly disappeared into the night sky, disappearing from everyone's sight.
Then, a gust of wind mixed with the sea breeze circled around Ximen Wuya's body.
If one opened their eyes, they would discover that Wu Ying seemed to be completely invisible. However, he knew that Wu Ying was right beside him, ready to stab him with his sword at any time.
Every time Wu Ying killed someone, he would only stab once and never miss.
Even those who were at a higher level than him had died under his sword.
Ximen Wuya still had his eyes closed and his body motionless. The wind was still circling around him.
Suddenly, a dazzling light lit up. A thin sword, like a meteor, lit up in the night sky and stabbed toward Ximen Wuya's chest.
It was a very ordinary angle and position, but it was so fast that it was impossible to defend against it.
In an instant, the fight between the two sides had ended. It was as fast as lightning.
The result of Ximen Wuya's fight against the King of Assassins was out.
"Ding ding ding …"