C722 Contention
C722 Contention
At this moment, some of the heaven's pride level experts had already arrived at the Graveyard of Soldiers. They spread out to different places, each searching for a treasure of their own.
At this moment, there was a group of people gathered in one place. Their gazes were all focused on what was in front of them, and a sharp glint of light could be seen reflected in their eyes.
In the air, a faint killing intent could be felt, causing the spiritual energy in the air to freeze.
In front of them, a Black Shadow was quietly sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. The powerful Sword Intent was surging on his body, causing people to not dare to rashly go near.
At this time, Black Shadow had a green sword on his knees. The sword was three inches long and its blade was plain and unadorned, with some indistinct lines carved on it. It seemed like it had been around for a long time, and could no longer be seen clearly.
"Hand over the Netherworld Sword and we can let you go. Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite." An ice-cold voice rang out. It was actually a woman who spoke.
This woman had a beautiful face, but there was a hint of coldness on her face, as if she was covered in a layer of ice.
This sword was something that Black-clothed Men and she could comprehend together, but Black-clothed Men stole it away. It was extremely despicable and despicable.
However, Black-clothed Men acted as if he did not hear her words, and completely ignored her.
Seeing that she was being ignored, the lady was angered to the point that her face turned purple. She wanted to immediately kill Black-clothed Men, but when she thought of the terrifying power of Black-clothed Men, she could not help but give up this idea.
Suddenly, her gaze turned to the man beside her. Her face revealed a pear-filled expression as she pleaded softly, "Senior Brother, the Netherworld Sword is extremely important to me. Can you …"
This man was dressed in brocade clothes and had an extraordinary temperament. At a glance, he looked like he came from the great power.
The colorful-clothed man looked at the woman beside him and sneered in his heart.
He was from the same sect as this woman, so he was extremely clear about this woman's personality.
However, he didn't directly refuse and instead said with a sound transmission, "I can understand junior sister's feelings, but this person isn't weak. As the Holy Son of the Imperial Sword Sect, how can I act so easily?
The woman's beautiful eyes froze as she stared dumbly at the man beside her, as if she didn't expect him to say such words. These words contained a deep meaning, as if hinting at something.
"Then how can senior brother take action?" The woman looked at the man in embroidered clothes with a pitiful expression. Her beautiful eyes were filled with sadness, as if she had suffered a great grievance.
Moreover, the woman's words were not spoken to the man in embroidered clothing, but directly to him. This meant that everyone around him had heard it.
As the sound of his voice faded, the gazes of the crowd shifted back and forth between the young man and woman.
Since he didn't say it, it was obvious that he didn't want them to know.
Judging from the tone and demeanor of the woman just now, it seemed like the man in embroidered clothes had made some excessive request.
They looked at the woman again. She was small and delicate, with a pure and lovely face. She was a beautiful woman, and in a split-second, everyone knew what she meant.
The embroidered clothed man's expression became somewhat ugly. He was a Saint Child after all, so he naturally had to pay attention to his reputation. Thus, he didn't say some things out loud. He didn't expect this slut to be so shameless, making people guess that it was against him.
"Junior's words are too harsh. It's not that Senior is unwilling to help, but Senior's intentions are clear. I wonder what Junior is thinking?"
Since it had already been punctured, he didn't care about his face anymore. He directly spoke out his thoughts.
The expression on the woman's face stiffened when she heard this. He actually didn't care about her pride saying such words? Wasn't he afraid of affecting her reputation?
The colorful-clothed man then looked at the people around him, and cupped his fists: "I am the Holy Son of the Imperial Sword Sect, Di Ping, and this is a matter within our sect, I hope that everyone does not spread it, and that I will give you face, and will repay you in the future."
As the Holy Son of a sect, Di Ping naturally had some methods that a woman would be proud of.
The few of them nodded their heads, although Di Ping's actions were taking advantage of them, the lady was clearly not a good person, furthermore, this matter had nothing to do with them, they could still obtain benefits from keeping a secret, why not?
When Black-clothed Men, who was far away, heard everyone's conversation, he only felt a wave of ridicule and lament in his heart.
The irony was that although these people came from the mighty great power, they were actually a group of shameless people.
The lamentable thing was that with their temperament, how could they comprehend the true essence of martial arts. Their lifetime achievements could be seen.
"Have you considered it well, junior?" If we delay time and allow that person to successfully fuse with the Divine Weapon, then it would be too late. " Di Ping looked at the girl and said, his gaze sweeping across the girl's beautiful body, unmasking the greed in his eyes.
This woman was the number one beauty of the Imperial Sword Sect, he had long coveted her beauty, but because of his identity, and the fact that the two of them were both in the sect, it wasn't easy to make a move, so this was the perfect opportunity.
The woman was extremely angry. Her body trembled, but she could do nothing about it. Her talent in the Martial Dao was not strong, she had only been able to enter the Imperial Sword Sect through a special method. Now that the Netherworld Sword was beneficial to her cultivation, she did not want to give it up.
"I... "Agreed." Her words seemed to have drained all the energy in her body, causing her entire body to soften, yet at the same time, it added to her charm.
When Di Ping saw this scene, his eyes suddenly lit up. He laughed out loud: "Alright, I know that junior sister has a clear grasp of the severity of this matter. Senior brother will bring the sword over for you right now."
The others were not surprised by this result. Since the woman had made this request, it was likely that this treasure was extremely important to her. It was also reasonable for her to give up some things.
"Wait a moment, everyone has their share of treasures. Although we came a bit later, we should at least be able to obtain some things." The meaning behind his words was extremely obvious.
They could reject this sword, but at the very least, they would be given some treasures. They could not leave empty-handed.
Di Ping's eyes flickered, he secretly cursed in his heart, but he maintained his calm on the surface. With a wave of his hand, seven or eight rays of light shot out, each ray of light emitted a strong treasure's fluctuation, they were all spirit weapon s.
Although these spirit weapon were not as good as the green sword on Black Shadow's knee, they were still not bad.
Those people each took a spirit weapon, and then revealed a satisfied expression, and said to Di Ping: "Thank you for your gift, if fate wills it, we will see each other again in the future."
After speaking, those people all left in different directions. Before leaving, they even had the intention of distancing themselves from the others, as though they were afraid of something.
Although they had the treasures in their hands, they had not left the Cloud Mountain Range s yet. They did not know who would have the treasures in the end.
Di Ping looked around, releasing the soul power to envelop the surrounding area for a few kilometers. As expected, he did not sense any other auras, and his heart calmed down.
Then, he turned to look at Black-clothed Men who had been silent the entire time, and said calmly: "Leave behind the treasure, I will let bygones be bygones when you stole my Junior Sister's treasure."
Di Ping's expression was extremely calm, his face had a faint trace of pride. As the Holy Son of the Imperial Sword Sect, his words naturally carried weight.
However, the Black Clothed Youth did not seem to care about his so-called 'Holy Son' at all. It was incomparably indifferent, and just like before, he did not even open his eyes.
The woman also looked at Black-clothed Men at this time, her gaze was as venomous and venomous as a venomous snake, filled with intense resentment. If not for Black-clothed Men stealing her treasure, how would she be threatened by Di Ping, to the point of losing the woman's most precious treasure.
This debt must be paid!
"Senior brother, he is currently fusing with the will within the magic treasure. I'm afraid that he won't be able to distract you and will be unable to fight. You can take him down directly and cripple his cultivation. Let's see if he can still be as indifferent as he is now."
The woman laughed coldly. Her fair and tender cheeks were extremely sinister, without the slightest hint of purity from before.
She wanted to personally witness that proud and aloof man being crippled of his cultivation. She wanted to kneel in front of her and beg for her forgiveness, trampling and shattering all of his pride.
That feeling should be very joyful!
"Alright, after crippling him, I'll leave him for you to handle." Di Ping smiled, and extended his hand out to touch her. Touching the woman's fair cheeks, that soft feeling was like an electric current that stimulated his nerves, making him feel as if his blood was swelling up.
After that, Di Ping retracted his palm, his eyes became sharp and he walked towards Black-clothed Men. With every step he took, the Spirit Qi on his body increased by a lot, as though he had transformed into a sword, his Spirit Qi was extremely imposing.
Even though he was only at the first level of the Origin King Stage, his strength was no weaker than an ordinary person at the peak of the second level.
Killing intent quietly spread out in the air.
With Di Ping at the center, a terrifying storm of Sword Qi brewed as the Endless Sword's Qi slashed outwards. It cut through space and released a terrifying might, causing a sharp whistling sound in the air.
"Cripple my cultivation?"
Black-clothed Men frowned. He was indeed still in the fusion stage, his soul was connected to the will in the treasure. He was unable to fight with all his strength, so he could only think of a way to increase his speed.