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"Rustle—"

More than 100 Confucian disciples walked among the mountains and forests, each of them carrying weapons that exuded a thick bloody aura on their backs or waists.

The road in the woods was not easy to follow, and it was full of thick weeds and vines, but these did not affect them in the slightest, and they ran and jumped as fast as the foxes on the grassland, showing extraordinary qualities.

The clothes on each of them were stained with mottled blood, but looking at the rapid marching posture of these people, which made even the apes look away, the blood that formed the bloodstains was naturally someone else's.

There were many masters in the team who were generally superior to the others, and they still had more than enough, and they chatted in whispers with laughter and laughter while marching quickly.

"It was so much fun! I really hope there will be a next time, and it will come soon! ”

"Yes! The kung fu we learned didn't have the opportunity to fight in the academy, and there was no standard for whether it was good or bad. However, this time I finally got my chance. You don't know, as soon as my move 'Changhong Penetrates the Sun' goes out, I will cut off more than a dozen heads with one sword! ”

"What's there to brag about! I made a move to 'fall from the stars', and the arrow killed people, and no one could escape within 200 steps! ”

……

These masters showed off while keeping up with the team, and from time to time their mouths made the sound of laughter, and between their words and deeds, they did not take the lives of the people who died under their hands seriously, as if they trampled an ant to death and swatted a fly to death at will.

These people are students of the six major academies of Confucianism, and they were admitted to the academies from all over the country, some of them are from the Six Kingdoms who have died in the country, and some are from the Qianguo country, but no matter what their nationality is, they are all natives through and through, but these people, after knowing the origin and ideas of the upper echelons of the academy, still stand firmly on that side, and do not regard the lives of the natives as their lives.

Just as they were in such a hurry, the brocade-clothed man who was walking in front suddenly trembled, and his rapidly moving body fell to the ground, and at the same time, a fountain of blood spurted from his neck, sending a big head flying out.

At the same time, Su Liancheng, who was holding the Tianwen Sword, slowly strode over, and slowly appeared in front of them in the night.

"Damn it!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Alert!"

Suddenly encountering an enemy attack, more than 100 people instantly dispersed the formation, maintained vigilance, and showed good adaptability. The person at the front looked at Su Lingxuan, who quietly cut off the head of his companion, with an angry expression.

One of them shouted, "Who? Dare to attack the disciples of the Four Elephants Academy? ”

Su Lingxuan didn't look at the voice, but just aimed the sword in his hand at these people, with a cold look in his eyes.

For this group of murderers, Su Lingxuan had no extra words.

There are more than 100 people in front of him, each of them has a human life in his hands, and the momentum on his body is more powerful than that of ordinary martial arts masters, and all of them are martial artists above the ninth grade, and there are several masters with strong breath, and their strength is already very close to the fourth grade.

But even so, they were still not worth mentioning in Su Lingxuan's eyes.

He was able to kill the fourth-rank martial artist when he was in the realm of the ninth rank, and now the yin-yang technique, one of the main attacks, has the height of the third grade, and these people in front of him are really not enough.

"Murderer, die!"

"Bastard thing!"

A black-clothed master saw that Su Lingxuan was not good, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the anger inspired by the suicide just now was fully released, and he jumped out violently from the figure of his companion, and the long sword on his waist suddenly shot out of the sheath, like a streamer, stabbing towards Su Lingxuan's heart.

Even if Su Lingxuan looked down on these people in front of him, he had to admit that this person's swordsmanship was really good. With Su Lingxuan's current vision, it can naturally be seen that this hand swordsmanship is a veritable "shooting swordsmanship", which is to integrate the 'shooting' in the six arts of Confucianism into swordsmanship.

Obviously, the other party was also very confident in his swordsmanship, and while trying his best to show the subtlety of his swordsmanship, he shouted, "Give me it-"

However, before he could shout the word "death", Su Lingxuan, who was standing still and not moving, suddenly moved, and the sword in his hand moved from stillness.

This movement is like a raging storm.

Slash with a sword!

The moment the sword was drawn, the speed of the sword and the human was at the same time as an astonishing degree, and the figure turned into a gust of wind and disappeared without a trace, only the sword light like moonlight crossed the void.

People, as swift as the wind!

The sword is as fast as lightning!

"Sneer——!"

The Confucian sect who led more than 100 disciples to go out to act, the entire head detached from the neck in the flicker of the sword light, and the blood pillar flew out.

Beheaded!

A sword severes!

Seeing this scene, the Confucian disciples who were still happily boasting about how powerful and brave they were just now all changed their faces, they originally thought that the one who stopped them was a stupid boy who didn't want to die, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't withstand their teachings, how could he have thought that it was such a fierce god who came, and he was actually beheaded and killed on the spot in one round!

Panic!

Everyone panicked!

But fortunately, there are still a few sober people.

"The enemy is powerful, brothers, quickly set up! As long as we lay down the position, we can survive! ”

A Confucian who reacted quickly roared in unison, and then he pulled out his weapon and used his best martial arts tricks, but he actually pounced on Su Lingxuan with all his might, intending to drag Su Lingxuan and create time for the others.

"Let's hold him back, and the people behind us will quickly set up a formation and send out a signal for help!"

Another Confucian master of the fourth rank of martial arts shouted vigorously and also pounced, however, at this moment, Su Lingxuan's figure suddenly turned into an afterimage with the cold light of the moonlight reflected by the Tianwen Sword, moving quickly like a ghost.

The next moment, two brilliant sword lights appeared at the same time, slashing at them from unexpected angles, directly slashing their throats open, and blood splattered.

"Hurry up!"

Eye-catching blood splattered into everyone's field of vision, and everyone else shuddered and reacted violently. Then, they played the fastest and most efficient performance in their lives, agitated the true qi in their bodies, stood in a special position, and the mottled true qi of different strengths and weaknesses quickly penetrated out of the body, and under the traction of some mysterious force, they converged and gathered together, forming an aura, which covered the air in all directions.

This formation is an unpassed secret carried by Confucianism from another world, which can concentrate the strength of everyone in the formation, and then turn it into a special position, which can greatly reduce the strength of the opponent, while everyone in the formation can freely exert their strength.

"Huh!?"

After killing the two enemies who dared to launch a counterattack, Su Lingxuan was about to take advantage of the situation to kill the others, but suddenly felt an invisible force appear in the air, pressing from all directions, which actually caused the speed of the true qi in his body to suddenly decrease greatly, and his mind was not smooth.

"Kill!"

At the same time, the men who had set up the formation began to attack.

They thought that by using the formation to restrain Su Ling Xuan's true qi and thoughts, they would be able to greatly weaken his strength, and they would be able to kill him.

However......

"Whew——!"

Su Lingxuan's movements did not slow down at all, the strength of his pure flesh erupted, and his body leaped, as if an eagle was striking into the sky, just avoiding the sword blade that came from the lightning slashing around him.

Then, before these people could react from their surprise and make follow-up remedial actions, the long sword in his hand suddenly circled, and suddenly burst out several sharp and fine sword qi, breaking through the air, almost at the same time, piercing through the heads of several people!

Spicy!

Aggressive!

Without mercy!

Su Lingxuan landed steadily on the ground, his figure spread, flashing among the people, although there was a smile on his face, but when he made a move, there was indeed no mercy.

Fast!

Permit!

Vicious!

Su Lingxuan's swordsmanship fully shows the mystery of "Dugu Nine Tricks", there is no swordsmanship that can be called exquisite, some are only indirect, direct, and powerful!

With his strong physical fitness, superb swordsmanship foundation and excellent reflexes, he did not use any powerful true qi or any refined intention to interpret the mystery of Dugu Jiujue's swordsmanship to the fullest.

Every sword, every style, can't jump out of the basic techniques of any sword duel swordsmanship in the world, but it has a realm that is so fast that the enemy can't react at all, and all of them are accurate to the set goal, and all of them are so ruthless that they don't destroy the target and pierce the spirit of never retracting the sword!

"Whew! Laugh at! Laugh at! ”

Blood flew and stumps were all over the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Su Lingxuan had already set off a battle that could be called slaughter in the enemy's formation, and in less than a few breaths, more than thirty of the more than a hundred Confucian disciples died under his sword, and the entire battlefield was suddenly filled with a rich bloody aura......

"Ahh Come on! Come on! ”

Su Lingxuan's powerful strength displayed in an instant shattered the psychological defense line of the remaining Confucian disciples in one fell swoop, and after realizing that the opponent in front of them was not something they could resist at all, everyone couldn't help but say anything, and ran away in the rear, right and other directions in panic.

Their collapse also immediately led to the annihilation of the formation effect, and in the faint sound of "bang", the power of the formation that enveloped and restricted Su Ling Xuan's true qi and intent disappeared in response.

"Humph!"

Su Lingxuan's footwork moved, and the power in his body was perfectly harmonized with his true qi in the control of his mind, making his most ordinary step have a charm that is more mysterious than any peerless body method, and in the blink of an eye, he has already intercepted in front of several Confucian disciples who are fleeing at the front, and before these few subconsciously want to fight back, the sharp sword light has already taken the first step to end their lives.

Seeing this scene, the Confucian disciples who were about to flee behind were all in despair, and some shouted hoarsely: "Stop! Stop it! We are the disciples of the Sixiang Academy, and we are the reserve officials of the Qianguo, if you kill us, the academy and the Daqian Dynasty will never let you go! ”

"You still have the face to say such things......"

Su Lingxuan's flat smile, with a silent mockery, the sword light in his hand did not slow down, and he casually stabbed the nearest Confucian disciple to death.

"When you aim your swords at the people of Daqian, you will be dead to me."

In the words that seemed to be chatting about family life, Su Lingxuan's figure suddenly accelerated, and it was even faster and more terrifying than just now, and it was already so fast that he couldn't see the figure clearly.

"Poof——!

The bright sword light flashed in the crowd, and the bodies of more than a dozen Confucian disciples suddenly burst out with a large canopy of blood, and in the screams that sounded in hindsight, their bodies were suddenly broken into two, and the blood was sprinkled all over the path.

"Poof——!

Before others could react, another sword light bloomed in the crowd, and as a result, more than a dozen Confucian disciples followed in the footsteps.

"Poof——!

Blood splattered and screamed.

The Tianwen Sword turned into a murder weapon, like a sickle in the hands of death, precise and efficient, firm and decisive to harvest the life of every Confucian disciple, no matter how desperately they tried to escape, no matter which direction they scattered and fled, no matter whether they resisted and begged for mercy......

The night wind howled, and the grass rustled and shook the figure.

I don't know when the faint dark clouds obscured the moon, and raindrops as thin as silk threads fell from the sky, gently moistening everything under the night sky.

When all the movement fell silent, Su Lingxuan was the only one standing on the scene.

In the breeze, he looked around.

The corpses were scattered all over the field, the swords were scattered all over the ground, the surrounding was full of stumps and internal organs, the mutilated corpses were piled up on the ground in the east and west, and the human heads were scattered everywhere like watermelons, and the scarlet and eye-catching liquid covered the green of the weeds and vines, and they were indifferent even if the rain fell.

With the power of one person, he killed more than 100 disciples carefully cultivated by Confucianism.

Su Lingxuan grinned slowly, flicked the last drop of blood on the blade of the Tianwen Sword with his fingers, and put it into the scabbard in the inventory with a wave of his hand.

"This is just the beginning!"

Su Lingxuan told himself this, his consciousness was immersed in his mind, he looked at his character panel, and killed more than 100 Confucian disciples in a row, Su Lingxuan directly obtained more than 10,000 martial arts values, in the past, so many martial arts values were recorded in the account, Su Lingxuan must be very happy, but the number of martial arts values on his account now is extremely large, and the number of more than 10,000 points really can't set off any waves in front of him.

In addition to the gains in martial arts value, Su Lingxuan really failed to get both skill points and career points. There is no way, the strength of these people is really not eye-catching compared to him, and the probability events that can only occur by skipping the level to kill the enemy do not meet the conditions for appearing.

"Not to mention the lack of skills and occupations, I have expected it. However, there is not even a reward for the character card, which is too stingy! ”

The corners of Su Lingxuan's mouth twitched slightly......