Chapter 202 Dark Night Lion Roar Slash

As a Xuan-level treasure, the Listening Snow Blade is naturally powerful. Even though Nie Jian did not launch an attack, everyone felt as if they were in the ice and snow, and it was very cold.

With the Listening Snow Blade in hand, Nie Jian's combat power soared, and he was qualified to fight against the ninth-level refining marrow.

Among the twenty elders sitting there, except for Nie Jian who was at the ninth-level refining marrow, the most powerful one was Wu Gui, who had just been promoted to the eighth-level refining marrow.

Although it was unknown how many of these elders had already joined Wu Gui, Nie Jian was not panicked at all. With the Listening Wind Blade in hand, he was confident that he could resist even if the other nineteen rushed forward.

Although Wu Gui was surprised when he saw the Listening Wind Blade, he did not show any fear. He was still so calm, as if he did not take Nie Jian seriously at all.

Nie Jian had known Wu Gui for many years and knew that he was very calm and rarely did things that he was not sure of.

Now Wu Gui's expression made him feel a little flustered.

As Nie Jian drew his sword, the atmosphere in the entire meeting hall became tense. The four elders, the six Zhang elders, and the eight elders, three of Nie Jian's diehards, immediately stood beside him and stared at Wu Gui with a fierce look.

The other elders all sat in their seats without moving, just looking at Nie Jian and Wu Gui.

"Wu Gui! You have been in the Thousand Poison Sect for so many years. Considering the many years we have worked together, I advise you to turn back as soon as possible, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Nie Jian lowered his voice and gave Wu Gui an ultimatum. At the same time, a faint spiritual power emerged from his body. Obviously, he was not prepared to test it. Once he attacked, he would use all his strength.

Wu Gui shook his head and sneered: "Great Elder, do you really think I will not be prepared today? I said you are old, and the times have changed!"

As Wu Gui said this, the breath of the ninth level of marrow refining swept the whole venue like a gust of wind. Under the suppression of his ninth level of marrow refining breath, Nie Jian's momentum instantly shattered, and the chill brought by the Tingxue Knife was swept away.

"How could you be at the ninth level of marrow refining!"

Nie Jian stared at Wu Gui with disbelief.

"Hiss! I didn't expect the second elder to secretly advance to the ninth level of marrow refining! No wonder he dared to ignore the first elder and the Listening Snow Blade today."

The elders in the original camp of the first elder immediately looked at Wu Gui with respect, and the elders who were still sitting stood up and stood behind Wu Gui silently.

Wu Gui sneered: "Do you really think that I have worked in vain for so many years? In view of the fact that we have worked together for many years, I am not willing to kill people. Give me the Listening Snow Blade, and you will still be the first elder of the Thousand Poison Sect. How about it?"

Nie Jian's face sank into the water, and he swung the Listening Wind Blade towards Wu Gui.

With the Listening Wind Blade in his hand, Nie Jian is indeed qualified to fight with the people at the ninth level of marrow refining, but he is only qualified.

Wu Gui did not hide his incompetence, and directly released the spirit wheel. Suddenly, a strong pressure came, and Nie Jian felt like he was trapped in a quagmire and could not move forward at all.

"Three-inch spirit wheel! You..."

Nie Jian was greatly surprised when he saw Wu Gui's three-inch spirit wheel, even more surprised than when he knew that Wu Gui was in the ninth level of marrow refining.

A three-inch spirit wheel is not weak among the ninth level of marrow refining in the Chiyun Prefecture. The spirit wheels of the three sect masters of the two sects and three sects are all three inches!

Wu Gui attached his spirit power to his palm and slapped Nie Jian lightly. He flew out like a kite with a broken string. Wu Gui quickly grabbed the Listening Snow Blade from the air!

With the Listening Snow Blade in hand, Wu Gui just waved it lightly and felt a strong sword energy gushing out. He hurriedly used his strength to resist it to avoid destroying the meeting hall.

"It is indeed a top-grade Xuan-level treasure! Haha, I just happen to be lacking a suitable treasure now, so I will accept it with pleasure!"

After Nie Jian was hit by a palm, his breath was much weaker, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face was even more haggard. Even so, he still stared at Wu Gui fiercely: "Wu Gui! You dare to rebel, the sect master will definitely not let you go!"

Wu Gui put the Tingfeng Knife into his pocket and smiled: "Sect master? No need to be so troublesome, I will take you to talk to him now to see if he is willing to support me. If he supports, then he is still the sect master I admire. If not, hehe, then we can only fight, and the winner will be the king and the loser will be the bandit!"

Wu Gui said as he reached out to grab Nie Jian.

Although the four loyal men of Nie Jian did not have a very high cultivation level, they were really loyal. The three of them chose to attack Wu Gui even though they knew that he was a strong man of the ninth level of marrow refining.

"Grand Elder! Run away!"

Nie Jian knew the gap between the three and Wu Gui very well, but it was too late when he wanted to stop them.

Facing the three people besieging at the same time, Nie Jian just shouted coldly: "Get out!"

The ninth level of the marrow refining was like a gust of wind, blowing the three people away like a gust of wind, Wu Gui raised his sleeves and waved them lightly, and a strong wind blew the three people away, knocking them all unconscious.

Wu Gui grabbed Nie Jian's arm and smiled: "I will take you to see the sect master now. I am also curious about what choice he will make."

Wu Gui carried Nie Jian out of the meeting room and came to the attic on the top of the Qiandu Sect mountain. This is where the sect master of the Qiandu Sect practiced in seclusion.

At this time, the attic was covered by the restriction, and Wu Gui was not polite. He pulled out the Listening Snow Knife and chopped it directly.

The majestic sword energy fell on the restriction, and the restriction suddenly shook violently. At this time, a knife was heard from the attic: "Who is it? How dare you disturb my quiet practice!"

The restriction was closed, and a burly figure rushed out of the attic.

The man was tall and tall, two meters tall, with muscles all over his body. Even in this cold weather, his upper body was still exposed, and his lower body was only wearing a pair of short animal skin pants. His exposed upper body But he is different from ordinary people. His skin is purple-black, and his fists are extraordinarily big, more than three times the size of ordinary people. They look like a pair of hammers. The aura on his body is also very powerful, reaching the ninth level of marrow refining. .

He is the leader of Thousand Poison Sect, Iron Fist Drug Lord Peng Xiong!

"Sect Master, I haven't seen you for a few years. How are you doing?"

Wu Si threw Nie Jian in front of Peng Xiong like a sandbag, and kept playing with it with the snow knife in his hand. Although he called him the sect master, his eyes were full of teasing and showed no respect at all.

When Peng Xiong saw Wu Si, his eyebrows suddenly stood up and he asked, "Wu Si? What do you want to do?"

Nie Jian hurriedly complained: "Sect Master, Wu Si is now a strong man at the ninth level of marrow refining, and he wants to rebel!"

Peng Xiong was shocked when he heard this and immediately released his senses. When he felt an aura from Wu Si that was not inferior to him, his heart was beating wildly.

"How did he do it?"

Although Peng Xiong usually didn't pay much attention to the internal affairs of the sect, he still paid close attention to important elders like Nie Jian and Wu Si. According to the information he had, Wu Si had always been at the seventh level of marrow refining. It was announced a month ago that he would be promoted to the eighth level of marrow refining. How did he do it in just one month?

Peng Xiong knew Wu Si's talent very well. Under normal circumstances, Wu Si would not be able to advance to the ninth level of marrow refining in his life. However, as far as he knew, he had never heard of any secret method or technique in the entire Chiyun Mansion. The elixir can allow a person to be promoted from the eighth level of marrow refining to the ninth level of marrow refining in such a short period of time!

What's more important is that in his perception, Wu Si's aura is very perfect, exactly the same as what they have gained through normal cultivation, and it doesn't look like they have been improved by taking pills with great side effects.

"Wu Si, don't think that you can be lawless after being promoted to the ninth level of marrow refining! You have just been promoted, and I have been in this state for many years. If we really fight, you can't be my opponent! I miss you for managing the sect for so many years For my sake, as long as you find your way back, I can make you the Great Elder, and I will let you use the Tingxue Sword in the future!"

Wu Si shrugged upon hearing this and said: "I don't care whether it's the First Elder or the Second Elder, but I have a request. If you agree, what if you return the snow knife to the First Elder?"

Peng Xiong raised his eyebrows: "What's the request?"

"It's very simple, start a full-scale war against Shengdan Sect!"

Peng Xiong's face suddenly turned cold when he heard this: "It's just nonsense! This can't be done!"

Wu Si shook his head: "Sect Master, I originally thought you were a smart man, but I didn't expect you to be as stupid as the Great Elder! My Thousand Poison Sect has been secretly developing for many years, and my strength is no longer what it used to be, not to mention that I have also been promoted to a refiner. Marrow Ninth Level! We have already been on the same level with the Holy Pill Sect, and Wen Mingyan has now understood the meaning of the sword. If we don't get rid of them now, will we still have a chance when Wen Mingyan also advances to the Marrow Refining Ninth Level? Being pedantic will only lead to our destruction!”

Peng Xiong snorted coldly when he heard this: "Huh! Although the Shengdan Sect has shown decline in the battles over the years, do you really think that their hundreds of years of history are just a joke? You don't really think that the whereabouts of Hongchen Sword Master You don’t know! I can tell you clearly that whether it is the Holy Dan Sect or the Haoyang Sect, it makes sense for them to be able to suppress us! Even if you are promoted to the ninth level of Marrow Refining, it will not help!

Although Wu Si is the second elder of the Thousand Poison Sect and is considered a first-class figure in the Chiyun Mansion, due to his limited cultivation, he still does not know some top-secret information, including the two sects mentioned by Peng Xiong. The resistance and the whereabouts of the Hongchen Sword Master.

Although Wu Si was afraid of Hongchen Sword Master, he was already close to the big tree of Zoroastrian Cult. His heart was as high as the sky at this time, and he was even called the Holy Pill Sect without even looking at the Governor's Mansion.

"Ha! How can a coward like a mouse achieve anything? In this case, the only way to do it is to do it once!"

Peng Xiong was not afraid of this. As he said, Wu Si had just entered the ninth level of marrow refining not long ago, and his realm was not yet stable and complete, let alone the use of the spirit wheel.

Although both of them are at the same level, Peng Xiong is confident that he can defeat Wu Si within thirty moves!

"Since you don't believe in evil so much, then do it once! It will also help you understand the gap between you and me!"

Peng Xiong's fists collided, and the breath of the ninth level of marrow was instantly released. A three-inch spiritual wheel suddenly appeared on his chest, and the milky white spiritual power quickly formed a thin film on his fists.

Wu Si deliberately tested his current combat power, and immediately summoned his three-inch spiritual wheel, and took the initiative to greet him with his sword.

Peng Xiong was shocked when he saw that Wu Si's spirit wheel was as big as himself.

"Lion Roaring in the Dark Night!"

Wu Si also knew that there was a gap between him and Peng Xiong, so he used his strongest martial arts as soon as he came up.

With the Tingxue Knife in hand, the power of the Dark Night Lion Roaring Slash is even more terrifying.

The phantom of the prince formed by the fierce sword energy opened its bloody mouth and bit Peng Xiong's head.

"Ha! It seems that you have not been idle these years, and you have even learned how to slash the lion in the dark night! However, if you only have this little strength, then surrender obediently! How can you have the strength you have now? It’s not easy, it’s my sect’s heritage, I really can’t bear to kill you!”

Peng Xiong grinned fiercely, and a powerful fist burst out from his fists. He took a step forward and punched the lion phantom with his fists.

"Break the Eight Desolations with a Fist!"

A saturated, rich yellow fist burst out, and a huge sound came. Wu Gui's Dark Night Lion Roar Slash was actually smashed directly.

Seeing this, Wu Gui did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly pulled back. At the same time, he quickly swung the Listening Snow Knife in his hand, and a strong sword energy slashed at Peng Xiong.

Peng Xiong had already explored Wu Gui's strength with that move just now. Wu Gui's use of the spirit wheel was too shallow, otherwise his punch just now would definitely not have been so easy to defeat the Shadow Lion Roar Slash.

After the first move, Peng Xiong also let go of his hands and feet. The spirit wheel on his chest rotated rapidly, and a steady stream of spiritual power was injected into his fists. Every time he punched, he could make a sonic boom, and the sword energy swung by Wu Gui was smashed by his punch!

When the two were only two meters apart, Peng Xiong jumped up high and smashed Wu Gui with his fists together.

At this time, the yellow light on Peng Xiong's fists was generous, and the power was even more powerful than the previous fist breaking the eight wastelands.

Wu Gui was panicked and shouted: "Lord Tianhuo, save me!"

"Huh? Is there anyone else?"

Although Peng Xiong was confused, he did not stop his movements. His fists smashed towards Wu Gui like a small mountain.

"Master Peng, that's enough. Since we are all on the same side, why don't we sit down and talk."

Tianhuo Warrior appeared, with a faint red light flashing on his raised right hand. He actually caught Peng Xiong's fists steadily with one hand.

Peng Xiong looked down and exclaimed: "Five-inch spirit wheel!"

Peng Xiong immediately withdrew and kept a distance from Tianhuo Warrior, staring at him with a serious look.

Five-inch spirit wheel, currently only Chiyun Governor has it in Chiyun Prefecture.

Since the Skyfire General could easily take his attack, his combat power is beyond doubt.

Peng Xiong stared at the Skyfire General with a serious look: "Who are you? You look strange. I don't remember there is such a person as you in the Chiyun Prefecture! We have no grudges against you in the Thousand Poison Sect, so why do you want to interfere in the affairs of my sect?"

The Skyfire General laughed: "I just want to give you a huge fortune in the Thousand Poison Sect. It depends on whether you are willing to accept it. As for my identity, take a look at this."

The Skyfire General slapped forward, and immediately red spiritual power sprayed out from his palm to form a special flame mark in the air.

Peng Xiong's expression became more serious after seeing the flame mark: "Are you from the Fire Worship Sect?"

The Skyfire General put his hands behind his back and nodded: "Fire Worship Sect, the Skyfire General is me. How about it, do you want to talk? Or talk after the fight?" (End of this chapter)