Liu Wei was terrified to death!

He was afraid that he never dreamed that the situation would be reversed in an instant.

A group of senior brothers in the two-star martial arts realm were easily slaughtered by the young man in front of them.

The power and horror of this son have far exceeded his imagination.

Zhao Yijian pointed at him, and Liu Wei didn't dare to move in the slightest.

At this moment, his heart was filled with infinite remorse.

Hate shouldn't be so impulsive, chase and kill.

"Spare your life!"

Liu Wei said in a trembling voice.

Zhao Yi shook his head with a smile and said, "I said, if I leave you to the last to kill, how can I spare you?"

Liu Wei's legs trembled, his face turned pale, and cold sweat flowed.

He didn't dare to resist in the slightest, for he would die.

After all, even a dozen or so senior brothers of the two-star martial artist realm were harvested by Zhao Yi like mustard grass.

Then he is in front of Zhao Yi, I am afraid that he is not as good as an ant.

"Stop!"

However, just as Zhao Yisheng fell, he was about to raise his sword and kill Liu Wei, when a voice came.

Then, a series of figures appeared here from far and near.

They were the other Bright Moon Academy disciples scattered in the Sword Pavilion on the second floor.

Obviously, it was the movement of the fight here that alarmed them, and they rushed to this time.

At the same time, he stopped Zhao Yi from a distance and asked him to stop.

However, when they approached and saw a mangled headless corpse lying next to the last sword tablet, their faces changed drastically.

Naturally, they recognized these fellow disciples.

However, now they are all lying at the feet of the corpse boy.

From this, it can be seen that the strength of the young man in front of him is far beyond their ability.

Therefore, at this moment, they actually had a sense of regret, and they should not have shouted at the young man to stop.

However, they have taken this step and there is clearly no room for retreat.

"Your Excellency, I don't care who you are, killing my disciple of Mingyue Academy is a big crime. ”

"If you want to be dealt with lightly, you'd better lay down your arms and proclaim yourself. ”

At this time, a disciple of Mingyue Academy spoke.

However, there was a clear fear in their voices.

At this time, the disciples of the Bright Moon Academy of the entire two-story Sword Pavilion had already rushed over and gathered here, with a total of more than a dozen people.

It's just that no one dares to act rashly.

"If that's the case, then you might as well die!"

Zhao Yi's ruthless voice sounded.

These people really think he's stupid.

If he lays down his arms and professes himself, is there a chance that he will still live?

Therefore, for these people who actually want to kill him, why does Zhao Yi need to talk politely and nonsense to them?

Let's just kill it!

As Zhao Yi spoke, he already held the Little Grandmaster-level short sword in his hand, and took the initiative to kill these disciples of the Bright Moon Academy.

Burst!

With a sword in hand, one person is killed.

"It's not good, this son is not our enemy, retreat!"

These people screamed in horror, recognizing the gap in strength.

And it's useless to take out the Bright Moon Academy to press the other party, so there is no other way than to retreat and flee for your life.

"You can't go back. ”

"Still, kill you, it's quieter. ”

"In this way, after clearing the field, I can feel the sword monument with peace of mind. ”

Zhao Yi said solemnly.

Now, he's getting a little impatient.

Because, if he didn't kill all the people in the entire second-floor Sword Pavilion, he was afraid that he would be able to feel here with peace of mind.

Therefore, only by clearing the site can it not be disturbed again.

"Sword trick, harvest!"

Zhao Yi is still using the "Ancient Swordsmanship", although he has only learned the surface, but it is far enough to harvest these two-star martial artists.

"No!"

Seeing the sword light coming, like the god of death waving the scythe of death at them, they were terrified and desperate one by one.

However, everything was in vain, and Zhao Yi ruthlessly harvested their lives.

Martial arts fighting, either you die or I die!

Therefore, in the face of these people, Zhao Yi will not have a trace of mercy.

After all, on the other hand, if he is a little weaker today, he will be the one who dies.

At this time, Liu Wei temporarily gave up on him because Zhao Yi wanted to deal with other disciples of Mingyue Academy, so as soon as he had the opportunity, he immediately turned around and wanted to retreat.

However, as soon as he took a few steps, he saw human heads falling in front of him.

"I said that if you are the last to kill, you will not break your word. ”

At the same time, a voice sounded behind him.

Liu Wei's body trembled, frightened and desperate.

"I ......"

At this time, Liu Wei was just about to say something?

However, before the words were spoken, the head of the man had already flew.

Zhao Yi didn't give him a chance to speak anymore, and cut it directly.

In an instant, the second-floor Sword Pavilion was as silent as death.

Zhao Yi's feet, tired of corpses.

"It turns out that the path of martial arts is more cruel than the path of the killer. ”

Zhao Yi sighed softly.

He was not happy to kill these people.

Of course, there is no sense of heaviness.

Yes, it's just indifference!

The longer you stay in this world, the more you realize the cruelty of this world.

Martial arts are respected, the weak eat the strong!

So, strength is everything.

Zhao Yi didn't think much about it, and he didn't care about the corpses around him, he sat directly in front of the last sword tablet in the second-floor Sword Pavilion and began to understand.

When he really began to comprehend the last sword tablet of the second-floor Sword Pavilion, Zhao Yi found that this sword tablet was far more complicated than he imagined.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people who have been trapped here for more than a month without understanding it.

"This sword tablet is a summary of all the swordsmanship on the rest of the sword tablets on the second floor. ”

"If you want to understand it thoroughly, you need to integrate these swordsmanship into one. ”

"Moreover, what I want to condense is the purple sword path mark, which is a hundred times more difficult than the golden sword mark of Hongluan. ”

"In this way, I am afraid that the time I need to consume will not be less!"

Zhao Yi thought secretly, and then he quickly immersed himself in it, not knowing how time passed.

Three days later, not far from Zhao Yi, a blue light appeared.

Then, a figure stepped out of it.

This is a beautiful and unparalleled woman, it is Zhang Qianyun.

It took three days for her to finally light up the blue kendo mark and be teleported here.

However, as soon as she walked out, she saw an incomparably bloody and terrifying scene in front of her.

She saw that the ground was covered with dozens of headless corpses, and a young man sat calmly among the corpses, facing the last sword tablet, and carried out his understanding.

It's just that these corpses have been piled up for a few days, and at this time they emit a foul smell.

"Gross!"

Zhang Qianyun is the eldest lady of the Zhang family, who has been living in a greenhouse, how can she ever see such a disgusting scene.

Even if she had seen the Blood Sacrifice before, it was not comparable to the scene in front of her at all.

She naturally knew who these dead and smelly corpses were!

There is no doubt that the entire second-floor Sword Pavilion's Bright Moon Academy disciples have been slaughtered by Zhao Yi alone.

"This boy is really a demon crawling out of hell!"

Zhang Qianyun tried hard to calm her mind, resisted the urge to vomit, and looked at the young man sitting in the pile of corpses, quietly practicing her feelings.

(One more, ask for support!)

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