Ke Mengfan took a deep breath.

Martial arts to his level, he already felt it in the dark, and the moment Feng Qingxuan stepped into this city, he already felt it in his heart.

But when he really saw him, he realized that this Demon Sect Holy Son was much stronger than he imagined.

The long street was crowded with people, and he stood with his hands in his hands, and he took away all attention.

No matter what direction you look at, you can't ignore his presence.

Flying and domineering, domineering.

At a glance, Ke Mengfan knew the will of this Demon Sect Holy Son.

"Just one side of the weapon spectrum actually attracted the Holy Son."

Ke Mengfan raised his head and drank the wine in the pot, and chuckled:

"But I heard that the Demon Sect has always been low-key, and the Holy Son has appeared in a grand manner, so I am not afraid of people in the court coming?"

"Low-key?"

Feng Qingxuan's eyes were calm: "That was before, and the Holy Sect after that, it won't hide behind the scenes!" ”

Ke Mengfan was heartbroken.

The Six Hell Demon Sects have a very long heritage, but the reason why they have survived to this day is not because they are so powerful that they are invincible, but because they have never appeared in the rivers and lakes head-on.

Even if Pang Wanyang unified the Demon Sect decades ago, he was not really born.

Now, the Six Hell Demon Sect is actually about to be born?

What confidence do they have to brave the world's condemnation?

You must know that although the Six Hell Demon Sects are powerful, they are still inferior to the righteous martial arts in the world, and the imperial court will not tolerate them.

Just Pang Wanyang alone?

Whew~~~

Feng Qingxuan stood with his hands in his hands, although he looked down, he gave people the illusion of looking down:

"Surrender to me, spare you from death."

"Surrender? Hahaha. ”

Ke Mengfan's eyes condensed slightly, and then smiled coldly:

"You're kidding, it's not funny."

"Ben Holy Son, never jokes."

Feng Qingxuan sighed lightly:

"It seems that you have made a choice......."

When the words flowed freely, Feng Qingxuan's clothes suddenly moved without wind, hunting and hunting.

The black robe rose like a starry sky.

In an instant, the surging true qi had already roared out, beating in all directions like a sudden wave!

Click!

With Feng Qingxuan as the center, the stone slabs around him suddenly cracked and shattered, and the ripples visible to the naked eye swept by, and a cruel and cold killing machine erupted.

Rumble!

There was chaos on the long street, and the tourists walking around were suddenly scattered like straw by the turbulent air flow under the impact of true qi!

There are even many people who have been shaken into flesh at the moment when their true qi is rising!

The screams have risen to the sky in one fell swoop!

"Brute !!"

Emperor Yao was on top, and Ke Mengfan was furious.

He never thought that this Feng Qingxuan would dare to kill on the street!

Bang!

In the next moment, the entire Emperor Yao Residence was shaken, as if the earth dragon had turned over, and suddenly tilted!

Above the seventh floor, a magnificent sword qi rose into the air, like a heavenly river falling down.

A sword stabbed out, and everything on Ke Mengfan's body was swept away.

Only the mighty sun rises from the sun, the sword intent as bright as the red sun surging vertically and horizontally, and the sword light roars and falls, like the boundless brilliance of the sun.

In the bright sword light, Ke Mengfan's figure stretched out naturally, like an eagle striking the sky, like a fish flying shallow bottom, naturally, and containing endless killing opportunities.

In the vast sword light, I don't know when it has appeared on the crystal clear long sword in his palm, a faint golden light blooms, and it groans gently.

"You're damned!"

A sword fell, Ke Mengfan's killing intent rose in his heart, and the sword light followed his will, and suddenly changed from shining on the world to destroying the world!

In an instant, it had poured down, covering the chaotic screams on the long street.

"A sword is mighty, with this sword, this trip is no longer a loss....."

In the turbulent wind current, a faint smile appeared on Feng Qingxuan's face:

"I just don't know, can you take a few knives from me......."

Looking down, I saw that under his flying black and flowing gold robe, his slender and crystalline palm had been pressed against his waist at some point.

On the hilt of the long, ink-black knife.

The knife was three feet and two inches long, and even the sheath was pitch black, a deep black, as if all the light was to be absorbed by it.

Before the knife was unsheathed, an invisible murderous intent had filled the entire street.

All the cries, all the screams, the screams of pain, the cries of the heavens and the earth, seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Qiang~

Then, a slight knife roar sounded.

On the long street, in the boundless sword light, it seemed that a round of 'big sun' suddenly lit up.

A round of white 'big day'!

Under the inky scabbard, there is the cold sword light that is as bright as the morning star and as bright as the sun!

This knife seems to have no fancy appearance, and it seems to contain all the subtle changes, although it is a knife, it can also be ten million knives!

The sword light first appeared, and it had already swept away the countless sword lights that were falling down.

Then, the sword light of Sen Sen was like a giant dragon in Tengyuan, rising into the sky in the layers of ripples in the air!

The boundless edge instantly condensed into one, and under the matchless blade, whether it was airflow or dust, or other things, it was all divided into two without any accident!

On the long streets and buildings around them, the people who witnessed this swordsman's light, whether they were ordinary people or masters of martial arts, only felt a chill in their hearts, as if they had been killed at once, and they were drenched in cold sweat.

And Ke Mengfan, who bore the brunt, smelled the long-lost breath of death in this cold sword light.

This knife.

It's enough to kill him!

Even if I already knew that Feng Qingxuan's martial arts might be above me, how could I not take it with a single sword?

The thought flashed, and the boundless sword light that rose up instantly converged, and under the return of many sword qi, Ke Mengfan seemed to be covered with a sword qi to peep.

Its vapor surged down, and the sword light swooped down like a long dragon.

Meet the rolling up forest cold sword light!

Zheng Zheng Zheng~~~

In the next moment, countless sounds of gold and iron resounded, and they spread across the entire long street in an instant!

The screams of countless fleeing passers-by were suddenly covered by the sound of gold and iron.

The sword light and sword shadows in the sky dissipated at once, as if the dark clouds had completely dispersed.

Someone looked up, and above the sky, dripping blood was raining down.

Then, there are pieces of crystal clear flesh skin, scattered like powdery skeletons.

Airplanes~

The long knife is sheathed.

On the long street, the boiling wind and waves subsided, and the black robe hung down, touching the land that had long been in ruins beneath his feet.

"Take me three times, not bad, not bad."

Feng Qingxuan let go of the handle of the knife, wiped away the blood splashed on his face, and said a long word:

"Witness my sword, you deserve to die."

He looked around, the ruins of the long street were covered with blood, and the buildings around him and the pedestrians on the roofs trembled.

The people who were crying and screaming were silent and speechless at this moment, as if they had been dumbfounded.

When his gaze touched, they lowered their heads one after another, their faces were pale, and there was no shortage of shivering, and there was no shortage of feces and urine.

"A swarm of feces ......."

With a sneer, Feng Qingxuan paced towards the outside of the city.

Hearing this, some people were furious, some people hid their murderous intentions, and some people smiled bitterly.

However, where it passed, everyone retreated, and did not dare to stop it.

"Already, it's over?"

At this time, Bai Xian'er had just arrived, and she was stunned when she looked at the mess and the bloody qi that had not yet dissipated.

A great master who is listed in the weapon spectrum has been killed by Feng Qingxuan in such a short period of time?

"The Son ......"

Bai Xian'er's lips squirmed twice, and she saw Feng Qingxuan walking slowly not far away.

"Ahh

At this moment, a shrill cry rang out.

Bai Xian'er looked sideways, only to see Chi Changkong smiling and holding a delicate-looking woman in her hand and striding over.

He was tall, and even if the woman struggled frantically, she couldn't get rid of his palm, and her face, which had not dried her tears, was pale and desperate.

The look of disgust flashed in her eyes, and Bai Xian'er withdrew her gaze.

Even if she saw this kind of thing many times, she was still disgusted in her heart.

"Holy Son."

Red Changkong bows and salutes:

"This woman ......"

Syllable!

There was a crisp sound.

Chi Changkong screamed, was pumped off the ground, flew out of the ground like a scarecrow, and crashed into a wall.

"Your name is Xiu'er?"

Feng Qingxuan's fingers lifted the chin of the stunned woman, with a faint smile on her handsome face:

"Ke Mengfan is dead, are you happy?"

"Dead, dead......."

A trace of pain flashed in the delicate woman's distracted eyes.

"It seems that you are not happy."

Feng Qingxuan lowered his eyes:

"If such a master dies, how can there be no one to be buried?"

Bai Xian'er felt a chill in her heart, and she heard a crisp sound of 'click'.

The woman had fallen to the ground as boneless.

He's dead.

All love and hatred, but it's just a 'click'.

Feng Qingxuan's expression was flat, as if he had pinched an ant to death, and the smile on Bai Xian'er's face was about to freeze.

"Holy Son, Holy Son......"

In the dust of the ruins of the walls, the gray-faced Chi Changkong did not dare to get up at all.

"You are also worthy of picking up food behind the Son of Ben?"

Feng Qingxuan flick sleeves:

"If you don't have the face of Uncle Chilian, I will kill you this time."

Chi Changkong's face was like dirt, and he didn't dare to speak.

At this time, he suddenly understood why Broken Cloud Dragon knew that Feng Qingxuan had come to leave under the pretext.

This man is truly moody.

"Let's go, those eagle dogs, it's time to come out and wash the floor."

Without looking at Chi Changkong, Feng Qingxuan led his body and walked towards the outside of the city:

"Who's next?"

Bai Xian'er took a deep breath, suppressed many distracting thoughts, and responded with a smile:

"Elder of the Beggar Gang, Shi Wanlong....... Weapons spectrum ranking, twenty-seventh. ”

"Beggar gang, it's good."

In the middle of the aftermath, Feng Qingxuan's figure had disappeared from everyone's sight.

It was only at this moment that Chi Changkong, whose face was extremely ugly, dared to get up from the ruins.

Bai Xian'er didn't look at him, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Hateful, hateful ......."

Chi Changkong's chest rose and fell, and his anger was about to explode:

"Damn Bai Xian'er, you dare to look down on Lao Tzu! Sooner or later, I'm going to kill you, kill you!! ”