The sun rises in the east, outside Yuanlong City, in the Xiao family cemetery.

Xiao Yang glanced angrily at the seven disciples of Guiyuan Wuzong around him.

The seven disciples of Guiyuan Wuzong also stared at Xiao Yang.

In the morning light, the shadows of Xiao Yang and the seven Gui Yuan Wu Zong disciples were stretched out on the ground.

There was still a light morning mist floating in the cemetery, which had not yet completely dissipated.

At this moment, Xiao Yang was furious.

These guys actually dug up the Xiao family's ancestral tomb.

What made him furious was that these guys even dug up his grandfather's grave and threw his grandfather's bones everywhere.

This is his grandpa!

Growing up, grandpa was the only person who was kind to him.

If his grandfather hadn't protected him, he would have become a victim of the family infighting.

He has been sickly since childhood and was not loved by his parents.

Even my younger sister has grown up and gradually become less close to me.

If it weren't for Grandpa who sent him to Qingyang Sword Sect against all odds, there would be no Xiao Yang today.

He was not able to fulfill his filial duties to his grandpa when his grandpa was alive, and now that his grandpa has passed away, he cannot rest in peace as these guys have dug up his grave and scattered his bones everywhere.

This drove Xiao Yang almost crazy.

How dare these guys!

How dare they disturb his grandfather's grave.

This is his reverse scale, no one can touch it.

Moreover, just now, Grandpa's skull was smashed to pieces by the guy who suddenly attacked him from the pile of dirt.

That was his grandfather's skull.

In Xiao Yang's eyes, it doesn't matter whether these people are the real disciples of Gui Yuan Wu Zong or whether they are Qin Fei's troublemakers again, because these people must die!

At this moment, Xiao Yang was filled with murderous intent, and his rage could only be extinguished by the opponent's blood.

In the cemetery, the sword energy is overwhelming.

The world was desolate.

A morning breeze blew, picking up the fallen leaves on the ground.

At this time, on a low mountain in the distance.

Qin Fei looked nervously at the two parties confronting each other in the cemetery.

This time, he paid a heavy price to get rid of Xiao Yang.

Because the seven sword cultivators who sneaked into Xiaoyang were genuine disciples of Guiyuan Wuzong, and they were also members of the Demon Cult.

You know, it's not an easy thing to go undercover in Guiyuan Wuzong.

Guiyuan Wuzong is the second most powerful force in the north, and is extremely strict in accepting disciples.

"You can go die now!"

Xiao Yang roared angrily, and a dazzling sword light immediately rushed out from his body, strangling the seven disciples of Guiyuan Wuzong around him.

At the same time, the seven disciples of Guiyuan Wuzong also moved.

The seven figures moved in all directions, as if some invisible force was flowing among them, perfectly fusing their sword energy and even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth together.

The sword lights intertwined, forming a complex and exquisite sword network, and a heart-pounding pressure spread out.

Xiao Yang's flying sword chopped on the sword net, but was actually shaken back.

"Guiyuan Seven Absolute Sword Formation?"

Xiao Yang finally understood why seven people came to attack him.

Are these guys really the true disciples of Guiyuan Wuzong?

He couldn't believe it.

But he soon understood.

In the previous life, when the Demon Cult launched a world-destroying catastrophe, all the Demon Cult's undercover agents lurking in the major sects in the northern border suddenly took action and directly hit the major forces in the northern border.

In the previous life, some of these undercover cultists lurking among the major forces in the northern border had even become the leaders of a sect.

Even at this time, the Demon Cult had disappeared for hundreds of years, and the Demon Cult's layout in the northern border had already begun.

These seven guys are the undercover agents of the evil cult.

Qin Fei, ah Qin Fei, you are really willing to kill me!

You know, for this demon cult member to be able to become the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, he must have paid an unimaginable price.

The middle-aged swordsman who had just hidden in the dirt pile and attacked him was actually a sword master at the Tianwu realm.

At this moment, within the sword formation, the sword energy was surging, and the sword light was whirling around Xiao Yang like lightning.

"Kill!"

The leading Tianwu Realm Jian Yu Grandmaster shouted angrily.

The seven sword lights were like a violent storm, strangling and killing Xiao Yang with unstoppable force.

"Nine Suns Shining in the Sky!"

Xiao Yang directly used the Qingyang Sword Technique's most powerful killing move.

The next moment, nine balls of sword light burst out from his body, directly pushing away the sword net that was coming to kill him.

The nine sword lights were as dazzling as the divine sun.

Countless sword beams that were extremely powerful burst out from above the nine groups of sword light and collided violently with the sword network of the Guiyuan Seven Absolute Sword Formation, emitting a dense sound of metal friction.

Suddenly, the Xiao family cemetery was filled with flying sand and rocks, and the sun and moon disappeared.

Large trees were swept by the exploding sword energy and fell from the sky one after another.

Every collision of sword lights was accompanied by a sharp clanging sound, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was madly drawn away by the sword formation and gathered into the sword formation.

"Seven swords become one!"

The leading sword master roared and rushed into the sky. The seven sword lights in the sword formation gathered together in an instant.

A giant sword that was tens of feet long appeared in the hands of the sword master.

The power of the sword bursting out from the giant sword was so strong that it seemed to be able to pierce through the sky and split the stars.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything turned gray. Only the giant sword between heaven and earth became the only focus of the world.

"Is this the power of the Guiyuan Seven Absolute Sword Formation?"

Xiao Yang's heart was shaken.

At this time, Qin Fei, who was on a low mountain far away, saw this scene and his face turned ferocious.

"Xiao Yang, you're not going to die this time?"

Qin Feixie stared at the figure under the giant sword in front of him with a smile.

"Kill!"

With a roar, the giant sword suddenly swung down at Xiao Yang's head.

It was as if the heaven and earth were split in half by this sword.

The extremely terrifying sword energy spread out, cutting the surrounding flowers, trees, and rocks on the ground into pieces.

The sword energy swept across the ground, leaving a long trail of sword marks on the ground.

Among the Nine Wonders of Guiyuan of Emperor Wuzong of Guiyuan, the sword is one of them.

The sword tradition of Guiyuan Wuzong is not inferior to that of other sword sects.

The power of the Gui Yuan Seven Absolute Sword Formation even moved Xiao Yang.

"Nine Yangs unite into one!"

Xiao Yang did not dare to delay, and a ball of sword light instantly gathered above his head, transforming into a shocking sword rainbow that shot up into the sky, meeting the giant sword that was chopped down.

"Bang Bang!"

The void shook, sword energy spread everywhere, and at the moment when the two sword lights collided, there was only one sound in the whole world.

The sound of a sword cutting through the void.

Xiao Yang blocked the shocking sword that fell from the sky.

His feet dug right into the ground, and there was no soil below his knees.

Six figures soared into the sky, and each stretched out their palms to slap the sword master of the Tianwu realm.

The power of the seven people was instantly connected as one.

“Buzz!”

The huge sword light in the air made a sword sound, and gradually suppressed the sword light of the Sun above Xiao Yang's head.

Xiao Yang only felt his body sinking, and the opponent's giant sword was pressing down on him like a huge mountain.

He couldn't stop it.

He was now using the Qingyang Sword Technique with all his strength, utilizing the cultivation base of the middle level of the Tianwu Realm.

He has the Futian Cangjian technique to conceal his true cultivation level, and even the powerful ones in the Shenwu realm cannot see his true strength.

Is it possible that his cultivation level can no longer be hidden today?

"Haha, Xiao Yang, you can't stop me. Just die. If you die, it won't be long before I can take the position of the Holy Son of the Qingyang Sword Sect. Everything that belongs to you, I will take it away one by one."

On the low hill, Qin Fei smiled triumphantly.