The picture is so brutal that everyone's minds are already blank.

The members of the Stygian Sea Demon Sect trembled all over, unable to imagine what it would be like to be replaced by themselves.

At this moment, the mood of the Four Seas Demon Saint is extremely complicated, and he is a foundation building monk.

In the overseas demon cultivators, he can be described as one of the best figures, no matter where he goes, he treats each other with courtesy, and he does not dare to do anything disrespectful.

Moreover, some weak monks retreated, in short, he was always bullied, and no one bullied him.

Once, if they didn't agree with each other, they would go on a killing spree, and ordinary monks didn't dare to confront them head-on.

"Dead or not." Fu Yang kicked the way.

Woowoo......

The Four Seas Demon Saint's distorted face let out a whimpering sound, obviously crying aggrievedly.

His two disciples stood stunned, in their eyes, the master was a murderous maniac, killing eight hundred and ten people at will, without blinking his eyes.

But now, the image in their hearts has been completely subverted, like a bullied child.

"Shut up, or I'll sew it up with a needle and thread." Fu Yang glared.

Having seen Fu Yang's horror, the Four Seas Demon Saint no longer has the arrogance and rampant before, like a timid sheep, trembling and towering.

A pair of cold eyes swept towards the group of Demon Sect disciples.

When their eyes fell on their bodies, they couldn't help but shudder, as if a sharp blade was cutting across their skin.

Usually, he is lawless and simply a demon king of the world, but now when he encounters something more ruthless, he can't be tough.

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, and a group of black-robed demon cultivators rushed towards the outside of the Dajia manor.

The two senior siblings didn't make any moves, and a pair of eyes were staring at them mercilessly.

That's right, Fu Yang is locking on, not letting him make any big moves, otherwise he doesn't mind, let them become the Four Seas Demon Saint and end up.

"Demon Xiu Hugh go!"

One of the leaders shouted angrily and began to intercept and kill with a group of disciples.

The other leaders, not to be outdone, joined the interception operation together.

For a while, the sound of fighting in Dajia Manor was everywhere, turning into a battlefield, and the sound continued to radiate outside.

The Daomen forces that had been lurking on the periphery of the manor for a long time instantly aroused compassion.

"Elder Taishang, let's do it first, otherwise we will miss the opportunity."

……

"Third Senior Brother, make a move, with your strength and the influence of my faction, it is not a problem to win the ordinary pill."

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"Boss, there is a fight inside, there must be a scramble for the elixir, don't delay."

……

As soon as there was an abnormal movement, many sects stationed outside began to be impatient and wanted to rush in to compete for the elixir.

Originally, he held himself the righteous path sect and did such a thing, but the scarce treasures were in front of him, and he could no longer take care of his face.

The fight was in full swing, and the entire Dajia Manor was full of fighting.

Suddenly, a group of monks climbed over the wall, dressed in a variety of clothes, from modern casual clothes to suits and vintage costumes.

Weapons are different, including firearms.

In an instant, the scene fell silent.

The monk who came to the Daomen looked at the Four Seas Demon Saint, who was sinking deep into the ground, looking like he was dying.

And Fu Yang and others are calm and relaxed, which is fundamentally different from what they imagined, and the plot is not going according to the script at all.

"No matter, hand over the pill." An old man forced a cross.

"Oh, who are you?" Fu Yang sneered.

"I am the founder of the Mountain Sect, a real person with an iron arm." The old man said angrily.

"Are you as powerful as the Four Seas Demon Saint?" Fu Yang asked calmly.

"This..."The iron-armed real man was immediately speechless.

He had heard of the name of the Four Seas Demon Saint, although he had not really fought each other, but he knew very well that there was a big gap between the two.

Moreover, looking at the Four Seas Demon Saint who didn't know life and death, he understood how impulsive he was.

Obviously, among the group, there is a terrible strong man, and if he wants to kill him, there is no chance of escaping.

"Who are you?" A young man in an old-fashioned green shirt stepped forward.

Holding a three-foot sword, there was a sword momentum on his body, like an unsheathed sword, erected in front of them.

"What qualifications do you have to know the name of my master?" Guo Weihua said strongly.

"My third senior brother is Mu Xuanfeng, the third-ranked true disciple of Shushan, and his swordsmanship cultivation is rare for a thousand years, but unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time, if not, he will definitely shock the world." One person came forward to speak.

"It's Shushan again, it's really ghostly, let your head come and see it." Fu Yang said disdainfully.

"The tone is very big, I don't know if you have the strength." Mu Xuanfeng said proudly.

One hand rested on the hilt of the sword, and slowly withdrew, the blade of the sword revealed a piercing sword, obviously this sword is not ordinary.

At the same time, there is a momentum that is infiltrating and spreading, vast and sharp, like a shadowless and invisible sword, flying all over the sky.

"The rumors are true, the five swords of Shushan are comparable to the older generation."

There are some old people with high seniority who show shocked faces, and it has always been rumored that among the true disciples of Shushan, there are five transcendent existences, which can be quite an older generation of monks.

Many monks retreated for fear of being injured by mistake.

The Shushan sword technique is peerless, but all cultivators can cultivate into an incomparably sharp momentum, and when they fight, the potential and the sword will be combined, and they will be able to show peerless lethality.

Ten thousand years ago, Shushan was a vein, the holy land of sword immortals, and famous people admired it, and there were many important people.

But with the baptism of the years, the inheritance has been broken, and the sword immortal method that can really be preserved has lost ninety percent, and it is the essence part.

"Such a young foundation-building monk, it seems that Shushan is very extraordinary, and it still retains transcendent things." Fu Yang guessed.

Mu Xuanfeng is a person, his face looks like he is in his early thirties, his real age must be almost the same, there must be treasures to complement him, otherwise there is really such a genius, it was rare ten thousand years ago, unless it was like Fu Yang, relying on pills to accumulate for countless purposes.

"You're certainly not as ordinary as you seem, and you're going to fight with your real strength." Mu Xuanfeng said arrogantly.

In the top five true disciples of Shu Mountain, their status is already higher than that of ordinary elders, and they can be on an equal footing with some low-ranking Taishang elders.

"Come on, I'll take it with you." Fu Yang's expression was still confident, as if the heavens and the earth had collapsed, and he couldn't show a trace of fear.

"Arrogance." There was a hint of contempt in Mu Xuanfeng's eyes.

A sword stabs.

A green shadow came out.

Out of the dust, like a flying immortal from the sky, appearing in the world, holding a sharp edge, slashing the world's charms.

"Qinglian Sword Technique, one of the five great sword classics of Shu Mountain, is the only surviving supreme sword technique, and this person has actually practiced a lot of results."

"That legend may be true, in the inner mountains of Shu Mountain, there is a Ten Thousand Sword Mountain, which will be spit out every hundred years, and some peerless sword qi can be refined by disciples, which is the treasure of improving cultivation."

Some old monks told all kinds of rumors that they knew, but they had no chance to confirm them.

Qingying was like a sword immortal, with a sharp momentum, charging head-on, but Fu Yang was still indifferent and looked at everything calmly.