Cangyue Gate, the atmosphere is a little depressed,

Several ordinary-level disciples sat at the gate basking in the sun, chatting without saying a word.

"Senior brother, did you say that the old ancestor could successfully avenge the master?"

"Nonsense, the old ancestor is a Saint Martial Realm soul warrior, it is difficult to have an opponent in our Great Chu, what is a mere Xiao Chen,"

"But even if the old ancestor kills him, it will be difficult for our Cangyue Gate to raise its head,"

"It's not, the sect is gone, you and I are the ones who suffer the most, it seems that you have to plan in advance and find a way for yourself,"

At this time, a horse came to the dust, and rushed towards the mountain gate without slowing down.

"Who, come and dismount," shouted one of the fellows,

Although the Cangyue Gate group of dragons has no leader, after all, it is also a member of the two sects, eight sects and twelve factions, and the tree is still there after the tree falls.

"It's a young man, it's definitely not a disciple of our Cangyue Sect," a sharp-eyed guy exclaimed: "He doesn't mean to slow down, brothers, hide,"

Several people rushed to the sides in embarrassment, and the tall horses carrying the master rushed straight in.

"What, such a bold man, he actually trespassed into the Cangyue Gate, the senior brothers inside come out quickly and take down this kid who doesn't know the height of the sky,"

As the voice fell, dozens of people rushed out with a hula, and they held weapons to stop the incoming people.

The leader is Zhao Fujun, the third-ranked disciple of the sect, he was furious after seeing the people who came, the door master, the great elder and the senior brother were killed, and the people here were already on fire, do you really think that our Cangyue Gate is easy to bully, and a kid with a milky smell dares to break in,

"Boy, you'd better give us a reasonable explanation, otherwise we're welcome," Zhao Fujun pointed at the person with his long sword,

Since most of the people were angry, they couldn't recognize Xiao Chen, who was not disguised,

It's not surprising that his eyes are still eerily black, so it doesn't look like he's originally,

This is also the reason why the eye part is chosen for mosaic, the part that serves as the window of the soul is changed, even if you are very familiar with it, you may not be able to recognize it.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he swept every face with his black eyes, and he didn't speak.

"Take him down for me," Zhao Fujun ordered,

Several Immortal Martial Realm disciples stepped forward together, and before they could get close to the person, four leaves fell from the sky.

To deal with these minions, there is no need for the martial soul to launch a flying needle, just the sharp jagged edge is already very deadly,

Whoosh......

The silver light flashed, and several people who rushed in front fell at the same time, and their throats were cut without exception.

The people behind were startled, they thought that the person who came was just an arrogant boy, and they felt that the master of Cangyue Gate had become easier to bully when he died, but they didn't expect him to be a killer directly.

Click......

Four other leaves went around the men, and first a bolt of lightning fell, then a blade of wind,

Whew......

Sneak attacks from behind are often more effective, more Cangyue Sect disciples fell, and the people who came back to their senses shouted: "The one who comes is not good, everyone be careful, first form a defensive formation, and then kill him to avenge the senior brothers,"

The person who shouted was Zhao Fujun, it was good that he didn't make a sound, and as soon as he spoke, his identity was exposed.

Although Xiao Chen was controlled by black soul power at this time, whether it was his brain or mind, it no longer belonged to him, but it did not affect him to continue to believe in the truth that the thief captured the king first.

The big black rushed forward - stabbed, and the spear appeared in his hand out of thin air,

With the increase of the eighth-layer martial soul, he now has the strength of the peak of the Xuanwu Realm, and Zhao Fujun, as an opponent, is just a person who has just stepped into the door of the Xuanwu Realm, even if he adds the martial soul, it is only the third level of the Xuanwu Realm.

As early as the moment Xiao Chen made his move, Zhao Fujun clearly knew that he was not an opponent, but as the temporary person in charge of Cangyue Gate, he could not retreat.

The spear stabbed, and he held the lancet in both hands, and slashed at the barrel of the spear.

While......

The sparks were everywhere, but the spear did not change direction in any way, and in his incredible gaze, it pierced into his body,

Burst......

The head of the gun pierced from the front chest and penetrated from the back, Xiao Hou Ye shook the body of the gun, the spear rotated twice to the right side, and the head of the gun became a drill, rapidly expanding the wound while grinding the organs in Zhao Fujun's abdomen into pieces.

The wound was more than twice as wide, so the process of withdrawing the spear went smoothly.

Zhao Fujun glanced down at the wound, stared at the ground and fell to the ground, dying of anger.

The third-ranked disciples are not opponents, let alone others, in order to avenge the sect master, Zhao Dedong took away several Xuanwu Realm disciples except Zhao Fujun, and no one can stop Xiao Chen,

Screams rang out, and the rest of the people began to flee for their lives.

The eight leaf martial spirits scattered and went to pursue the target in different directions,

Almost every second, two or three people fall, men and women, young and old, all of them are the targets of their hunting.

The little marquis sat on the back of the horse, and the big black snorted white snort one after another, unlike usual, it raised its front hooves from time to time, and then stepped heavily on the ground, looking a little manic,

Maybe it's sensing that the owner is different from usual.,So make a reaction,

The shouts gradually changed from high-pitched to low, and in its place was the sight of dead bodies and rivers of blood,

In Xiao Chen's black eyes, there was no change in expression, as if nothing had happened in front of him,

A quarter of an hour later, only horses, cattle, sheep and poultry were left to breathe, and Ye Ziwu's martial spirit returned one after another, and he turned his horse's head and left.

As soon as I walked out of the mountain gate, I saw a team of people rushing towards this side.

The number of people who came was more than forty, except for a carriage, everyone else was on horseback, and the car was pulling the corpse of the ancestor Zhao Dedong.

More than forty people had strips of white cloth tied on their heads, and Zhao Fucai, who led the team, was pale.

They came from the emperor-capital, the old ancestor died in battle, he was worried about how to explain to the senior brothers, the master of the gate is dead, the great elder and the senior brother are dead, the only old ancestor who can inherit the hope is also dead, Cangyue Gate is really going to end,

On the way back, he was even thinking about simply dividing the softening in the warehouse, and everyone was disbanded.

"Something is wrong at the mountain gate, who is that person," he noticed a dead silence at the mountain gate, and a tall black horse rushed out of it,

"Senior brother, it smells of blood," said a senior brother with a frown,

Zhao Fucai looked at it and exclaimed, "It's not good, that person is Xiao Chen, how could he appear here...... Don't...... Is it ......?"

Even the old ancestor Zhao Dedong died in his hands, not to mention the brothers who stayed in the door, they were probably already miserable.

At the same time he saw Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen also saw him,

The corners of Xiao Houye's mouth turned up, his already weird face became even more weird, his black eyes flashed with excitement, and he whispered coldly: "I actually took the initiative to send it to the door, my master's luck is not ordinarily good, if you are still alive, how can you be regarded as a ruined door,"

After speaking, he clamped his legs between the horse's belly, and Da Hei began to exert force.

Zhao Fucai was in a cold sweat, and ordered in a trembling voice: "Hurry up and form a formation, resist the enemy,"