C65 (1/2)

Xi Men Kui sneered: ”As long as I defeat you, Beitang Ao and Sakura Sword Technique!” Who in the world dares to go against my Ximen family? Nangong Chen, that good-for-nothing? The four ancient martial arts families, the East's Ximen Beitang, Nangong … Nangong was ranked last. Back then, if they had not used such a despicable method to kill six hundred people from the Dongfang Imperial Clan, would they be able to sit high above the Divine Palace and enjoy the worship of ten thousand people? ”

A trace of guilt flashed across Beitang Ao's eyes as he said, ”What happened that year...” It was just a tragedy! It didn't matter who was right or wrong anymore. Nearly a hundred years had passed! Why are we still talking about the grudges of our fathers? We are both close to our age, we are about to be buried! Why involve the next generation? ”

With that, Beitang Ao looked at the red-clothed youth behind Xi Men Kui with a cold expression. A trace of helplessness flashed across his eyes, ”Young people do not know about the grudges from back then. They should have their own lives and achievements. If you drag them into the endless hatred of their family, it will only ruin their entire lives! ”

Xi Men Kui shouted: ”Shut up! Beitang Ao, stop pretending to be proud! Back then, you and I were both around 20 years old, and we were around the same age. Back then, I lost to you in the Sakura Sword Technique, so I was unwilling! After years of closed-door training, he had finally broken through the limits of the Ximen Sword to the Large Success Stage! Today, I will take back everything that belongs to the Xi Men family! I want to let the whole world know that the Ximen family is the number one family in the world! This old man will let this vast land be deeply engraved with the surname of the west gate! ”

Beitang Ao's mouth twitched, ”You're crazy!”

Xi Men Kui said angrily: ”Cut the crap! Since we are here, don't think that a few fake words will let us know the difficulties and retreat! Today, I'm here to exterminate your entire Beitang Clan! Don't say that this old man didn't give you a chance! Five days ago, this old man sent someone to deliver the written challenge! If you are afraid that the entire clan can escape and hide outside the barrier, this old man will definitely let you go! If you don't leave, then if you lose the competition, you will have to leave behind all your heads! ”

”Old man Ximen! Don't go too far! This is the Beitang Estate, we can't tolerate a small old thief like you spouting nonsense here! Grandpa! Let me learn from this old man! ”

A valiant young man stood out from behind the crowd, holding his sword straight. He had a resolute and frosty expression on his face, and his eyes were sharp and firm. He had the bearing of a great general!

This was the Eldest Young Master of the Beitang Clan, Beitang Mengze!

Amongst the third generation disciples, he was known for his outstanding talent and bearing!

It was said that this man who was only twenty-four years old had already surpassed his father in martial arts! Beitang Mo!

He was a legend! The legend of the Beitang Family!

Everyone firmly believed that he was the candidate for the Beitang Clan's heir!

So, when he was fifteen, he sent him to the battlefield!

Battlefield is where a boy becomes a real man! It was a place that could temper a person's willpower and aura! It was a place that would become unabashedly pampered after going through thousands upon thousands of battles! It was a mature and steady place!

Beitang Mengze! It represented the hope of the new generation of the Beitang Clan!

In the eyes of outsiders, this youth who had been on the battlefield for almost ten years was not even as sensational as Beitang Menglong and Beitang Ling.

However, this was obviously the Beitang Clan's strategy!

This allowed him to maintain a low profile, and under a low profile, he would magically transform into a true phoenix!

As soon as Beitang Mengze appeared on the field, he exuded an aura as if there were thousands of horses galloping across the land...

Beitang Mo shouted, ”Stinking brat! ”Come back!”

He thought to himself: Your little brother was just severely injured by that person, are you still going to send yourself to your death? Why didn't he have the slightest bit of patience after fighting on the battlefield for nearly ten years?

However, Beitang Mengze was looking at his grandfather, Beitang Ao.

Beitang Ao nodded slightly and said, ”Ze'er, be careful.”

Beitang Mo quickly said, ”Father …”

Beitang Ao waved his hand, signaling him not to say anything more.

In the entire Beitang Clan, Beitang Mo's skills were the most profound!

He was a reckless martial artist who was born with great strength and a simple mind. This kind of person was most suited for martial arts!

Therefore, his martial arts skills were the highest among the three brothers! However, he was the dumbest one!

Thus, the son Beitang Ao disliked the most.

On the contrary, Beitang Cheng and Beitang Fu...

His two sons did not have much talent in martial arts, but Beitang was mature, mature, and meticulous. He was the ideal person to be in charge of the family!

Beitang Fu was a timid and cautious person. Although such a cowardly character severely restricted his achievements in martial arts, Beitang Ao had always left the business of the clan in his care. For so many years, his business had flourished …

Among the younger generation disciples, Beitang Mengze, Menglong, and Ling were all extremely talented, especially Mengze, who had the potential to become a general at such a young age. Almost everyone in the Beitang Clan believed him to be the heir to the Beitang Clan!

Beitang Ao was secretly shocked, Mo'er, this Lu Fu, couldn't even compare to his own son! Ze'er wanted to provoke him only to anger him and to test his strength. With his younger brother in front of him, he naturally knew how to be careful. Mo'er was so nervous and poor, such a brainless person!

With his grandfather's approval, Beitang Mengze rushed to the front and said: ”Which little thief wants to die first?”

A short man dressed in green stood up and said, ”Xi Men Yun, come and fight you!”

Beitang Mengze smiled slightly, ”So your name is Xi Men Yun, you little thief! ”Nice to meet you!”

”Haha …”

Everyone burst into laughter. It was rare for such a light laugh to appear in such a tense and murderous atmosphere …

Xi Men Yun immediately became angry, ”You bastard! ”You!”

Xi Men Kui said coldly: ”Yun'er! Don't argue! I've been tricked by someone else! ”

Beitang Mengze's elbow sank as the sharp sword in his hand stabbed forward like a soaring dragon!

Xi Men Yun did not dare to underestimate his opponent. He swung his sword and deflected Beitang Mengze's sword move.

Who knew that Beitang Mengze would change his moves so quickly? Borrowing the force of the Ximen Cloud Sword, he slid down and directly attacked his lower body!

”What a sharp sword art!”

The skin on Elder Ximen Kui's face was actually slightly moved.

Ximen Yun was immediately thrown into a miserable state as he quickly retreated a few steps back and dodged the sword beam.