Heaven Defying Sword Emperor

The big and tall Third Stage of True Soul Stage warrior took off his robe, exposing all his tendons and flesh. He immediately activated his spirit energy, and a Body Protecting Spiritual Energy appeared.    

    

He said to one of the guards, "Come, use your blade to cut my neck."    

    

There were two guards from Commander's Mansion. One of them was surnamed Yang, named Yang Guangming, with a cultivation level of True Soul Stage level 1, and the other was surnamed Luan, with a cultivation level of True Soul Stage level 2, called Luan Feiyu.    

    

Yang Guangming was tall and sturdy with a lot of strength. The strength of his fleshly body was over a thousand pounds.    

    

Yang Guangming asked, "What? You want me to cut your neck? Am I not mistaken? "    

    

"Nope." The candidate said seriously.    

    

"What if it is chopped to death?" Yang Guangming asked.    

    

He thought: Don't come along with a swindler. If you're hacked to death, why don't your family come and extort you?    

    

Thinking of this. Yang Guangming specifically looked around to see if there were any suspicious people.    

    

"What?" This person had his neck cut off? Isn't this courting death? "    

    

"Did he cultivate some kind of special body strengthening martial skill?" Or some kind of Golden Bell Cover or Iron Cloak Skill? "    

    

"Sigh, this year's gold coins are hard to earn. This little brat dares to throw his life away just for ten thousand gold coins. "    

    

Some of the surrounding spectators whispered to each other as they discussed animatedly.    

    

The candidate chuckled and said, "If I get hacked to death by you, I will be out of luck. No one will ever come looking for you."    

    

The corner of Yang Guangming's mouth twitched as he said: "Hehe, even if we were to be chopped to death, no one would dare to come to us. We are …" You asked for it. "    

    

Yang Guangming wanted to say that he was someone from the Commander's Mansion, but he had only said one word when he suddenly remembered the commander's order.    

    

Actually, their annual salary of ten thousand gold coins was already shocking enough. How could they still keep a low profile?    

    

"Alright!" Yang Guangming smiled, "Let me experience your neck. See if your neck is strong or if my blade is sharp? "    

    

"Xuan Iron Saber? That was a grade three spirit weapon that was forged using darksteel. "Heh heh, this fellow is in for a ride."    

    

When someone heard this, they couldn't help but feel nervous for the candidate.    

    

Yang Guangming held the black iron blade and circulated his spirit energy in secret. A faint blade gleam immediately appeared on the black iron blade.    

    

Yang Guangming waved his black iron sword and everyone retreated, afraid that the blade light would hurt them. Yang Guangming gently waved his black iron blade. A tree that was as thick as a water bucket next to him was cut into two by his black iron knife and fell down with a loud bang.    

    

Once again, everyone retreated to avoid the falling tree.    

    

"I'm coming, kid. Die." Yang Guangming smirked.    

    

He felt that if the other party wanted him to chop off his neck and not even he could kill him, then he would really have no face at all.    

    

"Howl!"    

    

The xuan iron blade brought along the sound of the wind as it hacked towards the warrior's neck.    

    

The timid ones all closed their eyes subconsciously, not daring to watch the scene of that warrior's tragic death.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

The xuan iron blade hacked down on the warrior's neck, but his neck actually remained unharmed, and even emitted a metallic clanging sound.    

    

"What?" He really succeeded in training his iron neck? " When everyone saw this, they all felt incredulous.    

    

An iron neck? The warrior smiled.    

    

"Again. You can cut any part of me. " The warrior said.    

    

The moment he said this, everyone turned pale with fright.    

    

"What?" "Anywhere?"    

    

"The heck, is he even a human? Could he be a member of the demon race? "    

    

"If we really can't kill him, who can?"    

    

Yang Guangming was even more surprised when he heard this.    

    

He looked at the candidate and realized that he was not joking.    

    

Therefore, Yang Guangming said, "Alright, that's what you said. I'm serious now."    

    

He didn't believe, with his black iron blade, how could it not hurt the candidate?    

    

Yang Guangming raised the black iron blade in his hand and swung it towards the warrior like a tiger or the wind.    

    

Every slash of Yang Guangming's had the strength of fifty thousand Jin. However, no matter where he chopped at that warrior, he was fine.    

    

A clanging sound was heard as the blade landed on his head.    

    

A "clang" sound was heard as the sword cut into his stomach.    

    

A clang was heard as the sword hit his chest.    

    

A "clang" sound was heard as the blade landed on his back.    

    

It struck his crotch with a loud clang.    

    

Yang Guangming also couldn't remember how many times he had slashed. He just felt his arm go soft.    

    

"Tsk, his black iron blade doesn't seem to have any strength, right?" Someone mocked.    

    

"What?" You dare to look down on me? " Yang Guangming was infuriated.    

    

He raised his black iron blade and hacked it towards the sneering man.    

    

The sneer on the man's face turned pale with fright. He quickly turned around and ran away.    

    

However, he was a step too slow. His butt was cut by Yang Guangming, causing blood to spurt out.    

    

The sneer ran away clutching his butt.    

    

Yang Guangming Yu was still angry and said fiercely: "Grandma, if I meet you again, I promise I will move your head."    

    

When everyone saw this, they roared with laughter.    

    

Yang Guangming turned around and said to the candidate: "Okay, you've been accepted. Tell me your name. "    

    

"My name is Yelv Dehu." The candidate said, "May I ask which family you are from?"    

    

Yang Guangming smiled and said: "Well, you'll know when the time comes."    

    

A short while later, a skinny martial practitioner arrived. That warrior was like a monkey, and looked like he was also a warrior at the first level of True Soul Stage.    

    

"Uh, ahem," said the thin warrior, "I'm here to apply."    

    

As soon as the thin martial artist's voice fell, it immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.    

    

"What?" Such a person had come to apply? Could it be that this ten thousand gold coins is that easy to obtain? "    

    

"I bet he'll be out of here in a minute!"    

    

"This is practically a monkey coming."    

    

Yang Guangming was too lazy to reply.    

    

Luan Feiyu's expression changed and said, "Scram as far as you can, this isn't a place you should be."    

    

"What?" Aren't you recruiting fighters? " The skinny warrior asked.    

    

Not only did the skinny martial artist look like a monkey, but even his eyes looked like they were rolling around his body.    

    

"Didn't you hear me tell you to scram?" Luan Feiyu's expression was like pig liver.    

    

"Howl!"    

    

Luan Feiyu swung his black iron blade towards the skinny warrior. Just as the black iron blade was about to strike the thin martial artist's body, the thin martial artist slightly tilted his body, and the black iron blade dangerously stuck close to the thin martial artist's body, chopping down.    

    

So dangerous! The crowd watched on fearfully, their bodies covered in cold sweat. The heck, could it be that this fellow comes from an acrobatic background?    

    

"Wu!", "Wu!", "Wu!"...    

    

Luan Feiyu saw that his slash had missed, so he attacked the skinny warrior again and again. His xuan iron blade was like a violent storm, not missing from the small and skinny body of the martial artist …