Chapter 1198： Sword lost freedom

The old and the young are all raw faces, and they have never appeared in the arena. There are so many people in the rivers and lakes, but none of them know each other.

The key is that their breath is very subtle and intriguing.

These two are the God of Swords and Hou Yuan.

The God of Swords still described it as withered, as if it was about to be blown down by the wind, but the looming aura emanating from him made one's heart skip a beat.

He is like a treasured sword, hiding all the sharp edges in the scabbard. It is hard to imagine how sharp the treasured sword hidden in the scabbard is.

On the other hand, Hou Yuan showed his sharp-edgedness, as if he was afraid that others would not know how powerful he was.

"Who are they?" someone whispered.

But no one answered, and the mountain master seemed to deliberately not explain everyone's confusion, and took the main seat with strides. The two did not take their seats, but stood at the edge of the crowd, their eyes swept across the crowd.

Swish!

The two seem to have magical powers, and people in the rivers and lakes avoid them, dare not look at them, and dare not approach them.

Therefore, the two became a vacuum around them.

The expressions of the two of them remained the same, and there was no discomfort at all because of this situation.

The mountain master looked around and said loudly: "Everyone from the rivers and lakes has come from afar, and I welcome you on behalf of Lingshan."

"The mountain master is polite!"

"It is also our honor to come to Lingshan, especially the grand occasion of watching the ceremony."

Everyone, you are polite.

The mountain master didn't seem to appreciate it, and continued to say with a blank face, "Everyone is here to participate in the succession ceremony, right?"

"Of course!"

Everyone looked at the mountain master inexplicably, not understanding the deep meaning of his words.

"The Ceremony of Succession is the most important grand ceremony of a sect. It is a once-in-a-lifetime event in decades. It is a major event in the arena."

The mountain master was indifferent and said, "Yes, it's a pity that you will be disappointed."

disappointment?

Everyone looked at each other, confused.

"There is no new mountain master in Lingshan." The mountain master's words were astonishing, and many people exclaimed in shock.

How can there be no new mountain owner in the succession ceremony? Isn't this funny?

"Hehe, the mountain master really has a sense of humor, so he's joking with us." Someone awkwardly rounded up the field.

No one laughed up and down Lingshan, but their eyes were indifferent, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and the smirk on the faces of people in the rivers and lakes immediately solidified.

The expression became very exciting.

Someone gasped and asked nervously, "There is really no new mountain master?"

The mountain master shook his head and denied: "No!"

Absolutely!

Everyone finally realized that the situation had changed, and it had changed so much that it was surprising.

"Without a new mountain master, what kind of succession ceremony is this?"

Some people were outspoken and complained indignantly.

The mountain owner glanced at the person lightly and said, "It seems that you are very angry, are there other comrades in the rivers and lakes who are angry?"

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and it seems that a little overtone can be heard, and the atmosphere gradually becomes very strange and unpredictable.

No one answered.

The mountain master nodded and said, "It seems that you are the only one dissatisfied."

As soon as these words came out, someone had already heard the mystery, and a feeling of unease hit their hearts.

"you……"

He opened his mouth and only had time to name one person. Suddenly, the sword light flashed, and there was a wound on the person's neck.

"what!"

The people nearby were sprayed with blood, screamed in shock, and retreated to the surroundings in panic.

The man clutched his neck, blood flowed out from between his fingers, his trachea had been separated, and blood gurgled out of his mouth.

He looked at the person in front of him in despair, and at some point, there was another person in front of him.

This person is holding a sword in his hand, and the blood is slipping from the tip of the sword little by little, and it falls to the ground, splashing small blood flowers.

Everyone also looked at this person in horror and shouted: "Feng Wujiang!"

Feng Wujiang moved his hand and sealed his throat with a sword, killing the man.

Pfft!

The man fell to the ground, dying.

"Feng Wujiang, what are you doing, you actually kill people, you are digging your own grave, and you are the enemy of the world." Someone complained indignantly.

Feng Wujiang was expressionless, as if he just stepped on an ant to death.

As for the threat of accusation, he didn't take it to heart at all.

"Don't talk about it." The good man came to his senses, grabbed the man quickly, and warned in a low voice, "The situation has changed."

The man also realized that something was wrong, rolled his eyes, and looked at the mountain master who was sitting firmly on Diaoyutai, as well as the indifferent Lingshan elders.

Gollum!

Someone swallowed, and cold sweat fell from his forehead.

Feng Wujiang's killing was clearly at the behest of the mountain master. Now everyone understood that it was not Feng Wujiang who wanted to kill, but the mountain master.

Kill the chicken to warn the monkey!

what does that mean?

Everyone was horrified, looking around, whether it was in the hall or outside, there were people from Lingshan, layer upon layer, which had already surrounded them.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, move your lips, but no one speaks, no one wants to be a standout and be blocked by a sword.

The Tang Sect Master and the Buddha looked at each other, thinking that what should come has finally come.

The owner of the mountain is really ruthless. If he disagrees, he will kill people directly. Even they are caught off guard, and it is too late to save people.

Now that dumplings have been made, everyone is in danger, and the situation is more critical.

There was no one in charge in the crowd. Facing the oppression of the mountain master, everyone seemed to have a sword hanging over their heads, which could fall at any time and kill them.

The atmosphere was so depressing that it was almost breathless.

Sect Master Tang sighed, knowing that he had to appear.

At this time, if no one stands up, then the goal of the mountain owner has been achieved. Just one move to kill the chicken and warn the monkey will shock the people all over the world.

Sect Master Tang couldn't just sit back and watch.

So, he walked straight out, and the crowd automatically parted ways. All eyes were on the Tang Sect Master, and many people saw hope in their eyes.

The master of the Tang Sect, this is not an ordinary Jianghu person, but the master of a famous sect, and the meaning of his appearance is different.

The mountain master still did not change his face, as if he had expected the Tang Sect Master to stand up.

Sect Master Tang walked in front of the deceased, squatted down and closed his eyes, stood up again, and looked at Feng Wujiang.

Feng Wujiang's face was expressionless, but the blue veins burst out in the hand holding the sword, and it was clearly tightened.

"Feng Wujiang, your sword is so fast, but it has become a sword in the hands of others. From then on, this sword is no longer your sword." Tang Sect Master said meaningfully.

The corner of Feng Wujiang's mouth twitched, of course he understood the deep meaning of these words, but he had already taken this step and could not turn back.

"Being someone else's sword, I also want to be the number one sword in the world, killing all the enemies." Feng Wujiang took a deep breath, and said murderously.