Chapter 1191 Silver Soul Sword Intent

"Yin Zhiwei!" When the crowd heard this name, their eyes trembled. Many people were secretly shocked. It turned out that the person who spoke was Yin Zhiwei. No wonder he was so perverse and violent.

"Yin Zhiwei?" At this time, Nie Tian's eyes could not help but focus. He had heard this name once before and remembered it very clearly.

Yin Zhiwei was from Lingyun Sword Pavilion and was engaged to Qin Yang's sister, Qin Yue, the girl Han Ling liked.

It is said that Yin Zhiwei was the number one in the Earth Sword and the 29th on the Heaven Sword Ranking.

Nie Tian saw that he was just over a hundred years old, about the same age as Han Ling. It was really amazing to be able to enter the 29th place on the Heaven Sword Ranking at this age.

Especially compared with Han Ling, the gap between the two was really big.

"It's him!" Han Ling's eyes trembled slightly. Although he had never seen Yin Zhiwei, he knew the relationship between the latter and Qin Yue. Seeing this man so arrogant, his mood can be imagined.

"A bunch of ants!" Yin Zhiwei looked at everyone with a stern look, and he scolded them without hesitation, and then he was ready to turn around and leave.

In his eyes, the swordsmen around him were not worthy of the name of swordsmen at all, and at most they were just a bunch of ant swordsmen.

Being despised by Yin Zhiwei, everyone was angry, but they dared not speak, and could only watch Yin Shan's back leave with hatred.

Yin Zhiwei was arrogant, but he had the strength to be arrogant. His ability was already very terrifying. In addition, with the Lingyun Sword Pavilion behind him, there were only a handful of people who dared to provoke him.

"Your Excellency is too arrogant to call everyone ants!" Just as Yin Zhiwei was leaving, a discordant voice sounded, which was actually full of sarcasm.

The voice was not loud, but everyone's eyes immediately shifted to see that the person who spoke was a middle-aged gray-clothed swordsman holding a black heavy sword in his hand, which looked very powerful.

Nie Tian looked at the gray-clothed swordsman, who was quite powerful, and was actually at the fifth level of the Heavenly Emperor, at the intermediate sword mysteries realm.

"Hmm?" Yin Zhiwei's eyes sank slightly, and then he turned around, looked at the gray-clothed swordsman with a murderous look, and sneered: "Ant, say what you just said again."

"What if you say it again?" The gray-clothed swordsman was quite aggressive, and roared solemnly: "You regard all the swordsmen present as ants, isn't that too arrogant? Don't think that no one dares to touch you just because you have the Lingyun Sword Pavilion behind you. This is Tianhuang City, no matter how powerful your Lingyun Sword Pavilion is, it is impossible to reach here."

The crowd listened to the gray-clothed swordsman's words and nodded one after another. Yin Zhiwei was too arrogant and aroused public anger.

"Really?" However, Yin Zhiwei didn't care about the reactions of others at all. He stared at the gray-clothed swordsman with cold eyes, and the terrible killing intent spread in the space. Everyone present felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Looking for death!" Suddenly, Yin Zhiwei's figure moved, and then a murderous sword intent whistled out, and it condensed into a silver human-shaped phantom in the air, flashing like a ghost.

"Bang!" The void trembled slightly, and after a muffled sound, the figure of the gray-clothed swordsman flew backwards, and after landing, he became a headless corpse!

Everything happened in a flash, and before everyone understood what was going on, the gray-clothed swordsman had been strangely beheaded and died.

What's even more strange is that the blood flowing out of the gray-clothed swordsman's head is not bright red blood, but silver blood, as if his blood was contaminated by the silver sword intent and turned into silver-white!

Yin Zhiwei's sword was extremely fast and ruthless, which caught everyone off guard.

No one thought that Yin Zhiwei would kill people in public, and no one thought that his sword was so strange.

"Silver Soul Sword Intent!" Nie Tian saw this scene from the side, and his eyes couldn't help but tremble. He recognized that what Yin Zhiwei released was the Silver Soul Sword Intent, the bloodline sword intent of the Yin family of Lingyun Sword Pavilion!

Silver Soul Sword Intent, with one sword, instantly killed a fifth-level Heavenly Emperor strongman, which was really terrifying!

"This person's Silver Soul Sword Intent is very unique, and it seems to have undergone some kind of alienation. It is even more sharp and weird than Yin Gucheng's Silver Soul Sword Intent!" Nie Tian said secretly in his heart. He felt that Yin Zhiwei's Silver Soul Sword Intent was different from ordinary Silver Soul Sword Intent, more murderous and sharp, and more powerful.

Yin Gucheng was the owner of Lingyun Sword Pavilion. Nie Tian had fought with this person before, and with the three forbidden styles of the Proud Sword Art, he had a slight advantage.

Yin Zhiwei's appearance is somewhat similar to Yin Gucheng, and he should be his offspring.

Yin Zhiwei is not very old. Although he is over a hundred years old, he is very young for a warrior. Being able to cultivate such a terrifying silver soul sword intent at this age, Yin Zhiwei's swordsmanship talent is indeed amazing.

"Ants!" Yin Zhiwei glanced at the corpse on the ground coldly, smiled contemptuously, and said: "This is the end of talking too much!"

After that, Yin Zhiwei swept his eyes across everyone with a murderous look, and said: "I tell you, I, Yin Zhiwei, don't need any big tree to support me. If anyone doesn't like my way, just say it, this person is an example!"

After the cold voice fell, everyone was silent, and the scene was dead silent, without a single sound.

Yin Zhiwei could even kill the gray-clothed swordsman with one sword. The strength of others was basically not as good as that of the gray-clothed swordsman, so how could they dare to show any dissatisfaction.

"A group of ants! You don't even have the courage to speak. Letting you enter the ancient sword tomb is simply an insult to the sword tomb!" Seeing that no one spoke, Yin Zhiwei couldn't help but become more arrogant and sneered.

Nie Tian frowned slightly on the side, but did not take action.

Yin Zhiwei's strength is the seventh level of the Heavenly Emperor, and his swordsmanship has reached the secret of advanced swordsmanship, which makes him a top swordsman.

If Nie Tian makes a rash move, he is not sure to defeat the latter, and the most important thing is that he does not want to reveal his identity.

If a violent and brutal person like Yin Zhiwei enters the Tianhuang Forbidden Area, he will definitely go on a killing spree and kill everyone he sees.

Nie Tian estimates that among the swordsmen participating in the swordsmanship competition, very few have the strength to compete with Yin Zhiwei.

Yin Zhiwei is the 29th person on the Heavenly Sword Ranking. Except for those old monsters who have been hiding for a long time, he is almost the 29th swordsman of the Heavenly Realm Swordsmanship. Such strength is indeed tricky.

People like Mo Qianjun and Jiuqiansheng certainly disdain to participate in any swordsmanship competition, so there are very few people who can beat Yin Zhiwei in the swordsmanship competition.

Putting Yin Zhiwei in the Tianhuang Forbidden Area is simply releasing a murderous demon.

In the Heavenly Realm, there are many swordsmen like Yin Zhiwei.

Thinking of this, Nie Tian couldn't help but shake his head slightly. It seemed that this sword fight was destined to be a bloody battle.

"Second Uncle!" At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded, and then a figure rushed out from the crowd. It was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

When the boy saw the body on the ground and the head rolling on the ground, he was furious and roared: "Bastard, who killed my second uncle?"