In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of sword cultivators gathered here.

They looked at Su Xuan, and fierce murderous intent began to appear in their eyes.

"Evil Lord, let me see where you are going this time!"

"Execute him quickly, kneel down and repent!"

"In your previous life, you were Jian Beichen and a monk of my Sword Sect. Now you have become evil. You should commit suicide to thank the world!"

They shouted loudly.

When there are more people, confidence will naturally be sufficient.

At this moment, more than ten thousand sword cultivators surrounded Su Xuan, and they were even more courageous.

With Su Xuan as the center, they approached the two imperial figures and began to surround Su Xuan.

The sword intent was raging, pointing directly at Su Xuan, blowing his hair like a dragon.

Su Xuan paused, and then the fear that everyone imagined did not appear.

Su Xuan just smiled evilly: "That's interesting.

Do you want to take action first, or do you want me to take action first?"

Everyone froze for a moment, feeling inexplicably cold in their hearts when they saw Su Xuan.

One person can fight against many, showing off his grace! And facing the power of thousands of people, Su Xuan's momentum is not weak at all! "This is the first time I'll do it, I'll give you a chance.

If you want to run or if you want to take action, it’s up to you."

Su Xuan grinned wildly.

Everyone's eyelids jumped and they were furious: "You evil devil, I will kill you here today and bury you in the sword tomb!"

"Yes, kill him!"

The loud shouts echoed in all directions.

In the crowd, Duanmu Wang Ling grasped his hand fiercely and stood out without hesitation.

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, he walked up to Su Xuan and bowed extremely respectfully: "Senior, I haven't seen you for many years. Wang Ling misses you very much."

Su Xuan frowned.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Duanmu Royal Tomb, what do you mean?"

"You want to betray Jian Zong?"

"Damn it, he was deceived by the evil lord!"

"He is already a traitor and should be killed!"

Everyone shouted loudly.

Duanmu Wangling was unmoved, raised his head slightly, and looked at Su Xuan with determined eyes.

"The art of swordsmanship has not reached its peak, and the trend has not yet been achieved. You should endure it and not come out."

Su Xuan spoke coldly.

Duanmu Wang Ling smiled: "Wang Ling knows that he is weak, but the swordsman can do something and not do anything.

At this moment, I think the seniors are right and they are wrong, and I should stand up and stand on the side of my seniors."

He glanced at the many sword cultivators who were filled with indignation. There was no anger, but his eyes became sharper and the belief in his heart became firmer.

Then Duanmu Wang Ling looked directly at Su Xuan: "Back then, I was fortunate to have the guidance of my seniors, and I occasionally achieved small successes.

Senior, you once said, May my sword support Yao for nine days.

Wang Ling has kept this in mind and worked hard for it over the years.

Today, I hope that senior will not give up and fight with senior! Senior, you once said that Jian Zong would not kill Jian Zong, but now Jian Zong is corrupt and has no righteousness.

So why not kill?

As a sword cultivator, my body can be destroyed, but my sword intention cannot be bent! If this battle is defeated, Wang Ling will only die."
Chapter completed!