Chapter 1716

"Why not? It's really pathetic." Jian Wushuang shook his head and sighed.

According to the information, he Xiu is the first genius of the younger generation of He Jia. He Xiu is not only extremely talented, but also extremely amazing. He Xiu has great potential in the future.

However, after the news of hiding the chance and the nine Taiqing ancient elixirs leaked, the he family suffered a great disaster, and the whole he family was almost slaughtered, leaving him alone with the chance and the nine Taiqing ancient elixirs to escape.

Next, he fled into the nether mountains, and countless strong men came to search for him.

The original favored son of heaven was chased and killed like this. Of course, he Xiu was pathetic.

Pitiful to pitiful, the sword is unparalleled but will not have the slightest mercy.

After all, he is also one of the people who search for and hunt down Na Hexiu.

In the tavern, Jian Wushuang was drinking alone, and at the same time he continued to look at the information.

At this time, outside the tavern, more than a dozen people poured into the tavern.

These people, one by one, spread their own breath unscrupulously. More than a dozen of them are world gods at the top of the triple heaven, of which a brown haired man, the first, has stepped into the ranks of the true gods of the void.

You know, this is only a kingdom of gods, not a place like the top ten holy places. The lineup of a true God with more than ten triple zenith gods has been very amazing.

"These people are from Ling family!"

"Ling family?"

The originally noisy tavern immediately quieted down, and everyone in the tavern looked at the dozen Ling family people who came in, mostly with a trace of fear in their eyes.

"Ling family?" The sword peerless expression moved, and also glanced at these people.

As soon as he read the information, he mentioned the Ling family. Like the destroyed he family, the Ling family is also a big family of the Zhenwu kingdom. In fact, its strength is a little stronger than he family.

Not much. For today's unparalleled sword, even the Lord of Zhenwu Shenguo didn't pay any attention, let alone Ling Jia.

After a simple glance, Jian Wushuang continued to drink and read the information in his hand.

"You guys, get out of here!"

The brown haired man, who was the head of the Ling family, looked at the cultivators on the table in front of him. The breath of the true God level directly oppressed the past, and those martial artists were all white with oppressed faces. They didn't dare to hesitate at all, and immediately gave up the table.

The brown haired man sat down at the table, and someone immediately poured wine for him.

"Hum, he Xiu, that little bastard, can really hide. It's been more than ten years, but he hasn't been found." The brown haired man sipped, his voice not disguised.

The Ling family and the he family are the two strongest families in the Zhenwu Kingdom, and they are also mortal enemies. Of course, the happiest thing for the he family to suffer this time is the Ling family. Now he Xiu, who wants to hunt down the he family, is also the most diligent.

The brown haired man took an angry breath, but his eyes swept around.

Seeing the brown haired man's eyes, everyone in the tavern lowered their heads one after another, but the sword was unparalleled, and they were still looking at the information by themselves.

"Huh?" The brown haired man's eyes also fell on the unparalleled sword.

"This man"

He didn't notice jianwushuang because jianwushuang didn't lower his head under his eyes, but because of jianwushuang's dress.

As soon as the brown haired man flipped his hand, he immediately took out a piece of information.

He is a member of the Ling family. The Ling family knows he Jia best and he Xiu best, so the information about he Xiu in his hand is more detailed than that of the Youming tavern.

"Blood robe, carrying a long sword, when he Xiu went out to wander before, he was dressed in a blood robe and carrying a long sword, just like the person in front of him, and both of them were very young." The brown haired man's eyes were slightly frozen.

He has not seen he Xiu, nor has he Xiu's portrait, but he knows some of his usual costumes.

He Xiu, himself good at Kendo, is still a sword maniac, so he often carries his sword behind him.

"Have you ever seen he Xiu? Is it the person in front of you?" The brown haired man asked a Ling Jiajie God beside him.

"My Lord, I saw he Xiu at the beginning, but I just watched from a distance, and didn't see his appearance. However, in terms of body shape and dress, the two are indeed very similar, but he Xiu is now on the run. He can't run to the nether pub so foolishly, and pretend his appearance at all?" The Ling family God has an ancient and strange way.

"Hum, if it's him, just ask him." The brown haired man snorted coldly and looked at the sword with a sharp flash.

"Boy, come here!"

Leng hum echoed, and the power of the true God level suddenly oppressed the unparalleled sword.

Jian Wushuang was still looking at the information in his hand, but his eyes glanced at the brown haired man, "you'd better not provoke me, otherwise, you'll regret it."

"Haha, in Zhenwu God's country, who can bear to make my Ling family regret? It's ridiculous, boy, honestly take out your Qiankun ring and let me check it, otherwise I'll kill you and check your Qiankun ring again." The brown haired man hissed, but his voice had an unquestionable dignity.

Those Ling family gods behind him also sneered.

This time, Jian Wushuang didn't speak anymore, but slowly stretched out his fingers and pointed in the direction of the brown haired man.

Hum!

An invisible sword directly swept out.

The shadow of this sword is extremely weak. It seems that it doesn't have any power at all.

But after appearing, it suddenly glanced in front of the brown haired man, who was still smiling, but his eyes suddenly became stunned. The sword shadow had passed directly from his body, followed by the bodies of the gods behind him.

Then the shadow of the sword shook slightly and dissipated.

Jian Wushuang took back his palm, picked up his glass and took a sip slightly.

"There are so many stupid people in this world, even if he has become a true God." Jian Wushuang murmured, but it was still a breeze and light clouds.

The bodies of those cultivators in the Ling family had been frozen there, but then they fell down one after another, and there was no more sound, only the gurgling blood that constantly came out of their wounds.

This scene made many practitioners in the tavern see it, and each one turned pale, looking at jianwushuang with unprecedented panic.

Zhenshen, in Zhenwu God's country, is absolutely super strong.

But such a super strong person was killed by the man in front of him like a mole ant. This strength

These people immediately understood that the blood robed youth sitting at the table and looking through the information by himself was a top-notch strong man, at least at the level of eternal God, or even higher.

(end of this chapter)