Situ Langya suddenly changed, the aura on his body skyrocketed, and the whole person was filled with black energy, becoming like a devil.

"What's going on!?"

"Not good!"

Some people around exclaimed, and some people changed color for it.

"Take Situ Langya down!"

Gongsun Hao stood up abruptly and shouted.

Someone in the Hall of Elders stood up.

But it was too late.

"Kill!"

With a wild roar, Situ Langya's body jumped up violently and pounced towards Xia Huang like a beast. The long sword fell, the snow embraced the pass, and the thick sword qi like the tide was also dyed like ink, becoming dark and calm, wanting to engulf Xia Huang.

The entire stage was flooded and shrouded in a crazy and tyrannical atmosphere.

Darkened as ink.

Xia Huang looked at Situ Langya and frowned slightly.

Although he didn't know the reason for everyone's fear, with Xia Huang's vision and experience, how could he not see that Situ Langya had used some kind of extreme evil art to skyrocket his strength in a short period of time.

It is very likely that this kind of extreme evil art is a great taboo in the Sword Pavilion, which will make everyone so frightened.

Xia Huang stretched out his palm, and a wisp of fire appeared in the palm of his hand.

Like the grass cast in gold, fluttering and swaying.

Fuso Heavenly Fire!

The palm of his hand touched the body of the sword, and the blood-drinking sword rang out and ignited flames.

The sword qi rolled, the thousand leaves drifted away, and the golden flame ignited, as if falling from the sun Fusang, reflecting the surroundings, and surging out towards Situ Langya.

The two collided.

The buzzing sound was everywhere, like Huang Zhong Dalu, which shook people's eardrums.

Between the collision of sword qi, bursts of ripples burst out, and then set off waves of qi, rolling outward like a tide and dispersing.

Thundered......

The martial arts platform trembled.

After a long time, the tumbling waves of qi slowly dissipated. One by one, with nervousness and anxiety, they cast their eyes on the martial arts stage.

The wave of qi dissipated, and two figures emerged.

Xia Huang's body stood, his torn sleeves fluttering in the wind, and he reached out to gently wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Sonor!

A long sword flew up, flipped several times in the air, and thrust into the ground, as if it were whispering and trembling.

This is Situ Langya's sword.

"Ho ho ho ......"

I saw Situ Langya holding his throat with one hand and his chest with the other, roaring in his mouth, staggering back. Immediately, he knelt on the ground with both knees, his expression was painful, if someone could look inside Situ Langya's body at this time, he could find that all the organs in his body had been burned by the flames, and they had turned into flying ashes, floating out from his eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and skin all over his body.

Situ Langya fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and there was no more movement.

He died.

The audience fell silent.

The elders in the hall of elders stood up, and the elders who were about to make a move on Situ Langya also stopped.

From Situ Langya's abnormal change and skyrocketing strength, to his crazy attack, colliding with Xia Huang, until his death at this moment, all this happened too suddenly, it was a long time, in fact, the whole process was only a few moments.

Looking at the dead Situ Langya, many people couldn't help but feel a feeling that was not very real.

No one thought that Situ Langya would actually practice evil arts.

But he was defeated anyway.

And, just like that, died,

There will never be a chance to turn over again.

Everyone was in an uproar, how much hidden potential did Xia Huang have, every time, Situ Langya was about to turn over and rise, and in a blink of an eye, he was trampled on the soles of his feet by Xia Huang.

No matter how much you struggle, how crazy you are, the result is just to be trampled on worse.

"Xia Huang, you little brute, I'll kill you!"

A burst of cheers sounded, Situ Song jumped up from his seat, his eyes were about to split, like a crazy eagle vulture, appeared above the martial arts platform, five fingers and one finger, swallowing blood-red swords, and killed Xia Huangtan.

As the master of the Ming Hall, Situ Song's cultivation has reached the True Yang Realm. The five fingers probed down, setting off gusts of wind, the martial arts platform trembled, clicked, and the ground cracked one after another.

Bang!

At this moment, a figure jumped sideways and collided with Situ Song.

A large wave of air surged, setting off gusts of wind, blowing in all directions, and dispersing violently. Situ Song and the figure shook their bodies and landed on the stage.

"Situ Song, the Sword Pavilion is not your Mingtang's, nor is it yours alone. Dare to be disrespectful to the young hall master, are you really no one in our Dragon Hall?"

The person who made a move to stop Situ Song was Pei Lao, his eyes turned coldly to Situ Song, and he snorted coldly.

Situ Song's eyes were red, staring at Xia Huang, gritting his teeth and roaring: "Today, no one wants to stop me from killing this little beast, whoever dares to stop me, I will kill whom!"

"Situ Song, shouldn't you explain first, why did Situ Langya practice the evil art of Sword Demon Huotuo?"

In the Hall of Elders, an elder stood up and questioned Situ Song.

"Sword Demon Fire Tuo?"

Xia Huang's heart moved slightly, and from the memory of his predecessor, he finally remembered the name.

For this Sword Demon Huotuo, the memory of the predecessor is only heard from rumors. It is rumored that the real name of the Sword Demon Huotuo is Qin Huotuo, but many years ago, a genius figure in the Sword Pavilion, with great talent and outstanding talent, and even at that time, he was regarded as a popular figure to succeed the position of the pavilion master.

However, Qin Huotuo was talented, but he was also arrogant by nature, and he wanted to find a unique way in the way of the sword, so he did not hesitate to cultivate the demon way, and he fell deeper and deeper. Even in order to practice evil arts, he secretly killed his fellow disciples and innocent people, setting off a bloody storm, and the name of "Sword Demon" made people talk about it.

After the incident, the Sword Pavilion was furious and launched an encirclement and suppression of Qin Huotuo. This battle lasted for nine days and nights, and in the end, the Sword Pavilion lost three elders, more than ten elites, and I don't know how many ordinary disciples died, and the battle was tragic. Qin Huotuo was seriously injured, was knocked off a cliff, disappeared, and disappeared from sight.

It is precisely because of this that Gongsun Hao was allowed to replace Qin Huotuo and succeed him as the head of the pavilion.

And the evil art cultivated by Qin Huotuo has also become a taboo in the Sword Pavilion and has been tightly sealed.

Unexpectedly, today, it will reappear in Situ Langya.

"What kind of evil art? In this world, as long as you can become stronger, what can't you cultivate? How can there be any evil art that is not evil!" Situ Song said with a gloomy face.

"Situ Song, can you say this kind of thing?" an elder snorted coldly: "How the evil art of the Sword Demon Fire Tuo is cultivated, don't you know? Situ Langya has cultivated to this extent, and secretly he doesn't know how many of his fellow disciples have been mutilated, and how many innocent people's blood has been stained. If he hadn't been forced to be exposed today, our Sword Pavilion, one day, would usher in another Sword Demon, and I don't know what kind of bloody storm it would set off, and even make our Sword Pavilion become a demon!"

"The evil art of the Sword Demon Huotuo is sealed in the secret pavilion of the library building, and it is strictly forbidden to spread it. Shen Yang, you are the first person in charge of guarding the library, how do you explain this?"

Gongsun Hao also looked solemn, looked at an elder, and asked.

The first person in charge of the Library Pavilion, an elder named Shenyang, looked sunk, stood up, and said, "What kind of evil arts, what kind of demonic way? Situ Song is right, in this world, as long as we can improve our strength and strengthen our Sword Pavilion, what is the death of a few people?

"Elder Shen is right, for so many years, although our Sword Pavilion has been ranked among the top ten sects in Bei Yu Prefecture, it has always been at the bottom, and no matter how complacent, I am afraid that one day, it will fall out of the top ten sects. Another elder said.

"Langya Gongzi cultivates the art of Huotuo, which is also to become stronger and strengthen the Sword Pavilion. ”

In the Ming Hall, someone said.

"Do you know what you're talking about!?"

Gongsun Hao was furious, however, his eyes swept away, but he found that among the crowd, one by one, there were many people, faintly supporting Situ Song.

Looking at this scene, Gongsun Hao felt a little chill in his heart.

Over the years, Mingtang has attracted many people!

With the revelation of Situ Langya's cultivation of evil arts, this faction camp finally began to surface.