C162 You Talk Big
C162 You Talk Big
The men from the Myriad Swords Sect looked at each other. They all had ugly expressions on their faces. The leader of the group had a gloomy look in his eyes as he glared at Duan Zexiong.
Just now, with a wave of his hand, a beam of spiritual light shot out from the magical weapon in his hand.
In an instant, the intense pressure made everyone think that the entire world had collapsed.
This kind of powerful barrier, needless to say, was not something that they, the disciples of Wheel Sea Stage Realm, could shake.
"Don't go too far!"
Li Jiubo clenched his fists tightly. His chest heaved up and down, and his eyes looked like they were about to spit fire.
Duan Zexiong's move had caused a huge commotion. Now, outside of the spiritual light barrier, there was a huge crowd.
If the Myriad Swords Sect did not manage to settle this matter properly, it would be difficult for them to recruit disciples in Three Mount Town in the future!
Thinking of this, Li Jiubo's facial expression turned extremely ugly. He gripped the longsword in his hand tightly and wanted to stab this smiling disciple of the God Sect to death.
He had come out of the Myriad Swords Sect with the expectation of the Myriad Swords Sect's Sect Master, Wan Jianyi. His mission was very important.
The entire Three River Town was surrounded by big and small sects. Every year, when the Myriad Swords Sect accepted disciples, it was inevitable that they would compete with others for them, and it was also difficult for them to accept disciples with sincerity.
Some knowledgeable people knew that they could only rely on a mere Three River Town. It was no longer enough to satisfy the demand of these sects for fresh blood. The Sect Master, Wan Jianyi, made a prompt decision. He decided to take the initiative to build his foundation in Three Mount Town.
This time, he wanted Li Jiubo to test the waters first.
For the Myriad Swords Sect, once this matter was settled, the Myriad Swords Sect would only grow stronger and stronger in the future!
For Li Jiubo, once this matter was done, his position in the Sect Chief's eyes would also rise!
In the future, perhaps the Myriad Swords Sect would become his, Li Jiubo's, and his!
Therefore, when he saw Duan Zexiong recruiting disciples here, he subconsciously became nervous and tried to chase Duan Zexiong away.
In their eyes, Duan Zexiong only represented the "downtrodden" God Sect!
However, at this moment, there was a bright light that seemed to be able to pierce through the heavens and earth, trapping all of them inside.
After being trapped for a long time, no one would go to the God Sect, but the reputation and status of the Myriad Swords Sect would plummet in an instant!
Li Jiubo glanced at the barrier that was as tough as a mountain, and thought to himself, This is bad.
Unless the Sect Chief made a move, they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to get out of this barrier today.
"I'm going too far?"
Duan Zexiong had a faint smile on his face. The pressure on his body was pushed out without any hesitation.
In this barrier, no matter what he did, it would not affect the townspeople in the outside world. Therefore, Duan Zexiong could let go of some of his worries.
"Hiss!"
Sensing the pressure from the spiritual energy of the four extremes pressing down on them, Li Jiubo and the others held their breaths, feeling that it was difficult to breathe.
A mere God Sect, didn't they say that they were already in dire straits? How could there be such a powerful person in the ___?
He was almost comparable to the Sect Chief, Wan Jianyi!
"Stop showing off!"
Among the group, Li Jiubo's cultivation base was the highest. At this moment, he stood up straight and pointed his sword at Duan Zexiong, berating him.
"If you have the ability, let us out. Let us inform the Sect Chief. Otherwise, with your cultivation base of four extremes, what's wrong with bullying us!"
Subconsciously, Li Jiubo regarded Duan Zexiong as the strongest person in God Sect. The only expert they could think of was naturally the Sect Chief of Myriad Swords Sect, Wan Jianyi.
"When our Sect Chief arrives, you will know what it means to be powerful!"
Li Jiubo's eyes sparkled as he stared at Duan Zexiong with a profound gaze. It seemed like this was the only person in the God Sect who could take action against Duan Zexiong. Once the Sect Chief arrived and defeated this person, perhaps he would be able to take over the God Mountain!
Such a paradise was not qualified to be occupied by an impoverished sect!
"Let you go and find the Sect Chief? Great!"
"Let your Sect Master try!"
Duan Zexiong almost laughed out loud when he heard this.
Finding the Sect Master if he couldn't beat them was a must-have habit in the entire Southern Wasteland. However, he had been under the Sovereign Sect for a long time. He had followed the status of a Sovereign for a long time, and he had been influenced by Mooh Chen and the others. He subconsciously despised this kind of behavior.
Fine! Then I'll let you find him!
Swoosh!
Duan Zexiong waved his hand, and a door immediately appeared on the barrier.
Li Jiubo turned his head and looked at Duan Zexiong in disbelief. He had never thought that this man would really allow them to leave this place.
"Hahaha, good!"
Li Jiubo was not a person who delayed time. His facial expression changed slightly, and he led the group out of the barrier.
After that, he turned around and gave Duan Zexiong a deep look.
"Since you don't put Myriad Swords Sect in your eyes, don't regret it later!"
Duan Zexiong smiled and nodded. He looked at Li Jiubo, who was riding his sword and flying into the sky. A dozen people were surrounded by dark shadows. Then, they turned into a ray of light and left in a flash.
The people of Three River Town started discussing amongst themselves.
"Master, you should leave now."
Previously, the old man who had spoken to Duan Zexiong earlier had a worried look on his face. He reminded Duan Zexiong to leave as soon as possible.
In their point of view, the God Sect was an old sect that had been declining for countless years. They couldn't even bring out a few disciples, let alone count on their combat strength. On the opposite side, the Myriad Swords Sect was flourishing.
No matter how they looked at it, it didn't matter. It was also the God Sect that lost!
"Old man, don't worry! Our God Sect has the Ancestor, we won't let anyone down!"
Duan Zexiong said with a face full of confidence. At this time, he didn't forget to advertise the recruitment of disciples for the God Sect.
"Quickly join the God Sect! With the protection of the Ancestor, everything will be fine when we go out!"
Duan Zexiong said. He waved his hand and flicked the barrier, producing a pure sound.
This barrier was personally created by the Ancestor, and it contained a few layers of magical energy. In the entire Boundless Domain, no one below the Saint realm could break it!
"Humph! You're still young, but your tone isn't young at all!"
Shua!
In the horizon, someone let out a cold snort of disdain. After that, a sharp sword light that carried a frightening aura immediately pressed down on the entire Three River Town.
The entire townspeople of Three River Town were pressed down by the pressure of the four extremes. It was as if the heaven and earth had collapsed. Their legs trembled, and they immediately knelt down.
Clang!
A long sword with a cold light stabbed heavily in front of Duan Zexiong. It pierced through the street, and green bricks flew everywhere!
Duan Zexiong's face was cold. He looked at this man from the Myriad Swords Sect who was trying his best to release his aura. He looked like he was glowing with a golden light.
This man was different from the previous disciples of the Myriad Swords Sect. There was no golden sword on his collar. Instead, there was a small golden sword tied to the crown of his head.
"Are you serious? Why don't you try it?"
Duan Zexiong sneered. He hated these people who used some of their cultivation base to show off in front of mortals.
"That's exactly what I meant!"
The Sect Master of Myriad Swords Sect, Wan Jianyi, looked at Duan Zexiong with a fake smile. He subconsciously looked down on Duan Zexiong. What kind of treasure could an impoverished sect take out?
This barrier seemed powerful, but it might not be able to withstand a single strike from him.
While thinking, Wan Jianyi suddenly pulled out his sword. Spiritual light surged into the sky, and it transformed into a golden flying sword that rushed towards Duan Zexiong like a flood!