Chapter 3324: Brutal and Violent

Nie Tian looked at Han Qianqiu and spoke coldly, extremely domineering.

"You, you want to go find Lord Yang Wanjian?" Han Qianqiu felt that the pressure of the sword on his head had decreased a lot, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression was even more panicked, his voice trembled, and his upper and lower teeth were fighting.

He never thought that Nie Tian would go directly to Yang Xun!

You know, Yang Xun is a Wanjian, and he is already a very scary existence in the entire Haotian Sword Martial Arts.

There are only dozens of Wanjian in the entire Haotian Sword Martial Arts.

And even if it is a Haotian Guardian or Haotian Sword Slave, it will not be easy to attack a Wanjian.

Nie Tian is just a swordfish who has just arrived at Haotian Sword Martial Arts. Is he going to fight a Wanjian directly to save his friend?

The crowd was also surprised and horrified when they heard Nie Tian's words.

"Is this kid crazy? He actually wants to go directly to Lord Yang Wanjian!"

"This guy's fighting power is indeed strong, and he can directly become a thousand swords. But he is too young and too impulsive. Yang Wanjian is notoriously cruel. If he goes directly, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to come back alive."

"Isn't this kid highly valued by Lord Six Haotian? Why doesn't he go to Lord Six Haotian?"

Everyone was talking about it, and when they mentioned Yang Xun, their expressions were extremely fearful.

Haotian Sword Martial Arts has a strict hierarchy. Yang Xun is a ten thousand swordsman, and he can even slaughter sword slaves below the hundred swords at will.

It is rumored that Yang Xun once killed hundreds of swordfish in a rage, and he was not punished at all.

It seems that there is a big man behind Yang Xun, and even the six Haotians dare not touch him.

In fact, Haotian Sword Slave is also a sword slave, but he is just the highest-level sword slave in Haotian Sword Martial Arts.

Haotian Sword Slave is like the biggest supervisor, and the real master of Haotian Sword Martial Arts is the seven Haotian Guardians.

In Haotian Sword Martial Arts, force is supreme.

As long as you have enough strength, you can challenge anyone who is higher than you.

Just like Nie Tian, ​​he can directly challenge Han Qianqiu. As long as he can kill Han Qianqiu, he can replace Han Qianqiu!

Even, even the Haotian Sword Slave can be challenged.

But Haotian Sword Martial Arts has existed for tens of thousands of years, and no Sword Slave has dared to challenge Haotian so far.

"Take me there!" Nie Tian said coldly with a low gaze, as cold as a cold pond, with a piercing chill.

"Boy, are you crazy?" Han Qianqiu was stunned for a moment, and screamed: "Is it worth risking your life for your two useless friends? Do you know who Lord Yang Wanjian is? If I take you there, we will all die!"

Yang Xun is cruel and bloodthirsty, and is famous in Haotian Sword Martial Arts.

Han Qianqiu knew that if he took Nie Tian to see Yang Xun, the end would be only one word, death!

Yang Xun has a big man behind him, and he is not afraid of even Haotian.

"My friend is not a waste!" Nie Tian's eyes darkened, and he roared suddenly. The sword shadow suspended in the air suddenly sank and pressed down directly.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound in the air, and Han Qianqiu flew backwards. A bloody light appeared in the air, and the bloody air filled the space.

"Ah! My arm!" Han Qianqiu stabilized his body, half of his body was bloody, and one arm was directly shattered.

Nie Tian did not kill him, but directly broke one of his arms.

"I say it again, take me to find someone!" Nie Tian's eyes were extremely low and cold.

"I, I will take you." Han Qianqiu felt the murderous intent in Nie Tian's eyes, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally nodded.

"Let's go!" Nie Tian roared, and the whole person came to Han Qianqiu like a beast, stretched out his big hand, and directly lifted the latter up.

Han Qianqiu felt the power around Nie Tian and trembled with fear.

He couldn't imagine how a pseudo-saint warrior of the eighth rank could be so strong.

"That kid really went to find Lord Yang Wanjian!" Everyone looked at the disappearing figures of Nie Tian and Han Qianqiu, and their eyes trembled, wishing they could follow them to see.

Under the leadership of Han Qianqiu, Nie Tian soon came to the outside of a huge valley.

At the entrance of the valley, two giant swords fell across the sky, with an extremely sharp aura, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

These two giant swords were like a gate, with a majestic momentum.

"Lord Yang Wanjian is in here." Han Qianqiu looked at the valley in front of him and said in a trembling voice.

At the same time, in the valley.

To be precise, this is no longer a valley, but has been transformed into an open-air square.

On the square, there is a huge platform, surrounded by huge pavilions.

At this time, on the huge platform, dozens of female swordsmen were dancing and singing, graceful and graceful, like fairies.

These female swordsmen were all wearing pink gauze clothes, each with a delicate face and beautiful appearance. When they danced, their graceful figures were clearly visible through the gauze.

What was even more shocking was that the strength of these female swordsmen was very strong. Even the weakest one was a high-level pseudo-saint, and a super-god sword soul realm.

With such strength, if they were in the domain, they would definitely be strong men at the level of demons.

However, at this moment, they could only sing and dance for fun like singing girls and dancers.

In the small pavilion outside the high platform, each of them was sitting with a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes, and beside them, there were several women with exposed upper bodies serving them.

And these serving women are actually swordsmen, and their strength is not weaker than that of the female swordsmen on the high platform.

"Hahaha! Brother Yang, this time's sword maids are really good, much more delicious than the last batch." At this time, a man was drinking and laughing, looking at the high platform with an undisguised lustful look.

"Well, these sword maids are very good, but these maids are much worse." The man called Brother Yang was a fat middle-aged man with big ears. He sneered and suddenly looked at a maid beside him with a cold look. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he stretched out his big hand and directly grabbed the maid by the neck and lifted her up.

"Brother Yang, are you going to kill someone again?" When the others saw this scene, their eyes trembled and they became excited.

This fat man was Yang Xun, the Wanjian of Haotian Sword Martial Arts who was famous for his cruelty!

And the other men, like Yang Xun, were all Wanjian.

When you reach the status of Wanjian, of course, you don't need to mine the sword intent.

These Wanjians could not leave Haotian Sword Martial Arts, so they found some female swordsmen to have fun.

And these female swordsmen were all forcibly captured by Haotian Sword Martial Arts.

Compared with those sword slaves who exploited the sword spirit, their experience was more miserable.

Not only did they have to serve Yang Xun and others, but if they were not careful in serving, they would be killed directly.

Just like now, Yang Xun got angry and wanted to kill the maid in his hand.

The other Wanjians had long been accustomed to such scenes, so they were not nervous at all, but looked forward to the scene where Yang Xun directly pinched the maid to death.

Yang Xun's brutality was famous in Haotian Sword Martial Arts, and he would definitely pinch the maid to death!