The frightened and horrified thoughts made many of the disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain mess up their own battles.

Chu Tianjiao looked at those disciples who were frightened and wanted to flee, his face was expressionless, and his hand could only wave the long sword that emitted cold light, and in an instant, the screams were repeated, and the blood was pouring out.

In a short period of time, twenty or thirty more people became headless corpses and fell at the foot of the peak gate of Mingquan Snow Mountain.

Under the two golden characters of 'Mingquan' on the peak gate, blood is like an infusion, forming a stream, and the two big characters of these two Mingquan Snow Mountains seem so insignificant that they have become a big joke.

Many disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain were so frightened that they were killed by Chu Tianjiao, and none of them dared to fight against Chu Tianjiao again, and they kept retreating one by one.

"Hurry up and inform the Great Cultivator!" many disciples shouted in horror, using the only reason they had, to hiss and exhaust their strength.

He already regretted it a little, if he knew that this was the end, he would report to the peak sect from the beginning and ask the great cultivator to take action.

In this way, the disciples of his own peak sect will not die so much in vain.

It's ridiculous that he and the others actually think that a lot of people can resist this bloodthirsty psychotic madman.

The long sword that exuded a cold glow in the hand of this neurotic was too sharp, and only a great cultivator could pick up its edge and kill it.

Chu Tianjiao naturally knew the horror of the Great Cultivator, and his own strength, even if he added the power of the long sword, he couldn't help the Great Cultivator.

However, Chu Tianjiao will not regress because of this, even if he pays any price today, he will kill Mu Long.

Chu Tianjiao continued to step forward, just as he said, where the sword blade passed, blood stained the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, no disciple of Mingquan Snow Mountain dared to stop him in front of him.

Chu Tianjiao continued to go deep into the Mingquan Snow Mountain.

This made the previous proud disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain feel aggrieved.

When has Mingquan Snow Mountain been trampled on like this!

Even though they had the intention of dismantling Chu Tianjiao's neuropath, seeing the palpitating long sword in the neuropath's hand finally dispelled this idea.

It wasn't until the depths of the Mingquan Snow Mountain, when figures jumped out one by one, that these disciples finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boy, do you really think that one person and one sword can break into Mingquan Snow Mountain?" A young man with a young face stared at Chu Tianjiao with a sneer, "It's really ridiculous, kill my disciple of Mingquan Snow Mountain, and you have to return it with interest." ”

The old man was obviously a great cultivator, and there was a kind of oppression that was not angry and arrogant when he spoke.

Feeling the confident tone of the old man, those disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain who had lost their temper by Chu Tianjiao also disappeared from the fear in their hearts, and they had the courage to surround Chu Tianjiao again.

Chu Tianjiao didn't even look at the old man, his body was rioting, and the long sword was mixed with the cold light of the edge, and it slashed among the disciples of the Mingquan Snow Mountain who surrounded him.

"Stop!" the lean old man shouted loudly.

It's just that his loud shout didn't make Chu Tianjiao stop, seeing that the disciple of Mingquan Snow Mountain who had not yet been killed, Chu Tianjiao floated away with a sword.

The old man didn't expect him to rush over, this kid was still so ignorant of killing people alive and dead, and his terrifying strength suddenly exuded, and he pressed towards Chu Tianjiao, "You are looking for death!"

This powerful aura made the surrounding gods and the disciples below feel extremely depressed, and they kept retreating backwards.

Chu Tianjiao's long sword lay across his chest, and this feared coercion did not have much impact on him.

In normal times, this terrible coercion would be difficult for him to stop.

But now, with the magic weapon of the saint in his hand, although the aura of this great cultivator is strong, it still can't affect Chu Tianjiao, who is holding a long sword.

This is also one of the reasons why Chu Tianjiao did not hesitate to take this long sword. With this long sword in his hand, facing the great cultivator of Mingquan Snow Mountain, he was much less stressed.

Killing the Mingquan Snow Mountain, he expected the scene at this moment.

The law enforcement elder of this great cultivator looked at Chu Tianjiao's bloodstained earth, as well as the blood dripping from the long sword that exuded a cold glow, and his face was extremely gloomy.

No one had ever dared to kill people in Mingquan Snow Mountain like this, and Chu Tianjiao was the first. Today, if he doesn't kill this person, how can the face of the Mingquan Snow Mountain still be preserved in the Snow Mountain.

"Let Miao Long and the others get out of here, and pay for the blood debt!" Chu Tianjiao stared at him, his face was hideous, his eyes were scarlet, and he shouted fearlessly.

"What kind of thing are you, I'm from Mingquan Snow Mountain, how can you see each other when you see each other?" The old man's eyes were like eagles, terrifyingly cold, staring straight at Chu Tianjiao, "Today, if you don't kill Ling Chi, I will judge myself." ”

"Yes, I'm afraid you don't have to do it yourself, I'll help you myself. ”

"Don't be ashamed!" the old man snorted coldly, "Even if all the people from your Tomb Snow Mountain are here, today will not change your ending." ”

"I repeat, let Mulon and the others get out of here and die. Chu Tianjiao stared at the old man and said word by word.

"What if I say no?"

"Then I will stain the Mingquan Snow Mountain with blood today, destroy your peak gate, and kill your people. Chu Tianjiao's figure suddenly became cold, and the long sword in his hand was pointed at him, "The next one to kill is you." ”

When the old man heard Chu Tianjiao's words, he couldn't help laughing, "You, a guy who hasn't even reached the realm of transforming gods, want to kill me with the broken sword in your hand?"

The sword in Chu Tianjiao's hand, although it is a magic weapon left by the saint, but the sword spirit has long since died with the death of the saint, and without the peerless power that this sword should have, at this moment, in Chu Tianjiao's hands, it is just a sharp weapon.

When it comes to the power of this sword, I'm afraid it can't even compare to an ordinary earth-level magic weapon.

The old man shook his head, "Boy, now I'll let your dreams be completely shattered!"

After speaking, the old man's expression was grim, and the magic weapon in his hand instantly turned around, mixed with terrifying might, piercing Chu Tianjiao's eyebrows.

The long sword and the opponent's magic weapon were intertwined together, and instead of cutting off the opponent's magic weapon as imagined, Chu Tianjiao and the long sword were shocked and flew out.

"Hmph. You will never be able to realize the power of a great cultivator, and it is not an existence that can be resisted by a sharp saint's magic weapon. The old man sneered, "This blow just tells you that the saint's magic weapon you rely on is not worth mentioning. ”

Those many disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain who were frightened by Chu Tianjiao's killing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that Chu Tianjiao couldn't help the Great Cultivator.

Many people shouted, "Elder, kill him and avenge the dead disciples!"

Chu Tianjiao glanced at those shouting disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain, his eyes finally fell on the old man, and he suddenly grinned, "Do you really think that I dare to kill Mingquan Snow Mountain, is it because of this sword?"

"Hehe, what other means do you have?" the old man shook his head and sneered, a guy in the second great cultivation realm, who was not even as good as ants, was ashamed to speak in front of him.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to solve it quickly and let him die happily, how would he be talking nonsense with him like now. He was thinking, how would this guy torture him after killing many disciples of Mingquan Snow Mountain, and die in pain.

"I said, hand over Muron's group!"

"If you don't pay, what can you do to me?"

"Okay, this is your choice, I will let this Mingquan Snow Mountain not grow a single inch of grass now, and the blood will flow like a river, no, it will turn into a blood mist and return to nothingness!" Chu Tianjiao suddenly roared, and a terrifying, palpitating power overflowed from his arm.

The long sword in his hand felt the terrifying aura emanating from his arm, constantly vibrating, and the cold light became more sharp.