"What does it have to do with you if I kill you?"

When the third elder said this, he seemed very calm, and his tone did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if he was saying that he was going to eat a bowl of fried egg noodles tonight, as if he was saying that the weather was good today, and he used a completely approving tone.

With this bland tone, it always feels a little strange to say such arrogant words, but knowing the strong strength of the three elders, they have no courage and reason to refute the vast majority of people in the new city.

Because what he says is true.

The cultivation world has always relied on strength to speak, this is a world where the weak eat the strong, and it is normal for cultivators at the level of the three elders to regard the common people as grass mustard.

When you pour boiling water over an ant hole, you never ask the ants what they think.

If the three elders wanted to kill the people in the city, they naturally wouldn't ask what those cultivators in the city thought, because in his eyes, these cultivators were actually not much different from ants.

Now that I want to kill you, naturally I will not do it with your consent, whether I kill or not, I only care about my heart, and naturally it has nothing to do with you.

It's a short, brutal but powerful logic.

The words of the three elders fell, and bursts of steaming water suddenly rose on the glacier in front of the new city.

It is a phenomenon caused by the melting of ice and the instantaneous vaporization of ice.

The autumn wind blew, and the water vapor slowly dissipated.

What appeared in everyone's sight was a vague outline of a person.

"Summoning technique?" asked a fat monk from the Kendo Sect at the head of the city.

The monk beside him said, "The art of summoning has always been able to summon spirit beasts, when have you ever heard of summoning people?"

The fat friar asked, "If it's not summoning, then where did these people come from?"

"This, how do I know this!"

"What are they doing?"

The two monks' pupils shrank suddenly.

The autumn wind blew away the moisture, but when the autumn rain fell in the sky, it turned into more moisture, so it was impossible to see the clothes and faces of those people.

However, what makes people a little frightened is that more and more water vapor rises, connects together, and spreads, so that the entire front of Nancheng has become a white mist.

And these people who came out of the ice and grew out of the ground, gathered in the mist, although it is not real, but looking at it like this, there are thousands of people.

Where did so many people come from? Could it be that the Confucian and Taoist Palace had already made arrangements?

Xue Qianqian subconsciously turned around, looked at Yun Mo, met the latter's gaze, and was slightly stunned.

As if seeing the confusion in the other party's eyes, Yun Mo said, "Except for the high temperature, I didn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations," he paused, and added in a heavy tone, "There is no breath of life either." ”

Xue Qianqian's heart sank.

There is no spiritual power fluctuation, and it can be understood that he is an ordinary monk, or a strong person who is good at concealing his cultivation, but he does not have any life breath, so how should it be explained? No one can completely hide his life breath, unless he himself is dead...... Could it be that these thousands of people are all undead summoned by the three elders?

Another storm, another flood, another thunder and lightning, and now another summoning of the undead, what kind of spell are these three elders cultivating?

I don't know when, Yun Mo has already grasped the hilt of the black giant's sword, and the five fingers of his right hand regularly tap on the hilt.

Dingdingding......

He struck faster and faster, and at last he couldn't tell the difference in a hurry.

There was a snap.

The right hand that slammed the hilt of the sword suddenly clenched.

Almost at the same moment, in the mist, the figure in the front suddenly rushed out.

"So fast!" Nie Qianrou exclaimed.

In the blink of an eye, the man had crossed a distance of more than 100 zhang and came to the front of the city wall.

Under him, a large crater with a diameter of seven or eight feet suddenly exploded.

That figure also jumped high, instantly flew up to the head of the city nearly a hundred zhang high, and smashed it into Yun Mo at the front.

He came so fast that many of those present did not react at all.

However, at this moment, Ah Zhe was beside Yun Mo, how could he endure it when he was young and vigorous?

With a cold snort, he took a step forward, fist to fist, and smashed into the whistling fist.

There was a loud bang.

The two fists collided together without any fancy fancy.

Immediately afterwards, the man flew upside down like a cannonball.

And Ah Zhe, who had a spiritual realm cultivation, was also shocked by the huge anti-shock force and took half a step back.

The young Spirit Void Realm powerhouse frowned as he looked at the slightly scorched black mark on his fist.

Different from the ordinary spiritual void realm power, although Ah Zhe is a sword cultivator, but under the influence of Yun Mo, he also practiced the art of refining the body, after Yun Mo handed over the cultivation of the Haoyang Demon Body to him, he practiced diligently all day long, and when it came to refining the body, he now has the realm of the middle stage of the calamity.

His punch was enough to crack the rocks, but it didn't work out.

The other party has such a strong strength just by himself, so the rest ......

Countless footsteps rang out, and countless popping sounds came.

In the mist, a figure suddenly rushed out, each with the speed and strength of the previous person.

More than a thousand people suddenly burst into a powerful momentum like a mountain in the silence.

Still no one could see their movements or faces.

More than 1,000 people, either along the glacier or running on the ground, came to the city gate in almost no particular order, and then suddenly bent their knees and stepped out of the big pits and jumped to the top of the city.

Hundreds of people were knocked away by the sudden impact, and many more, before they could react, broke their arms, blew up their internal organs, and flew their heads.

Just by looking at the face, no less than a thousand cultivators have died.

"Draw your sword, draw your sword! Draw the fuck for me!"

A sword cultivator of the Kendo Sect burst out with a shout, waking up the surrounding fellow disciples who had fallen into a momentary distraction, and then stabbed the enemy who slammed into his face with a punch.

The name of the sword he used is Qinggang, the whole body of the sword is cyan, the sword weighs one hundred and thirty-two pounds, and he takes the road of steel fierceness, and once broke sixty-seven armor with one sword, and he is also famous in the Dongfeng of the Kendo Sect.

But when the sword struck the fist, there was a metallic crash, not like it hit the fist, but like it hit an iron plate, no, it should be on the iron lump.

Then, he watched as the Qing Gangzhong, whom he was proud of, suddenly bent like papier-mâché under the impact of that fist.

The fist was like a bamboo, and it smashed into his face in an instant.

There is no way to avoid it.

A touch of fierceness flashed in the heart of this sword Dao Sect Dongfeng sword cultivator, and at the last moment, he tried his best to kick out.

This kick was extremely tricky, and even the next three indiscriminate moves, kicking straight at the man's crotch.

He knew that there was no possibility of stock, and he didn't even have the possibility of dragging this enemy to his death, but he could at least make him lose his combat effectiveness for a short time, so that his fellow disciples next to him had a chance to kill him.

But when his foot hit the man's crotch, it was as if he had kicked a piece of pig iron, and he clearly felt that his leg bone was broken in two.

"This, is this an iron crotch gong?"

At the last moment of his life, such a ridiculous idea popped into his head.

Subsequently, this Sword Dao Sect Dongfeng's Broken Tribulation Period Sword Cultivator's head exploded like a ripe watermelon.