"I'll kill, kill, kill!" Du Yue shouted sharply, waving the long sword in his hand, a sword light flew by, and dozens of disciples of the Flying Emperor Sect were in different places.

With the strength of the two of them, they could destroy a mountain with a single sword, but the two of them did not do so, but killed unhurriedly, as if they wanted to vent all the anger in their hearts on these disciples of the Flying Emperor Sect.

The sword light was like snow, the blood was splashing, the figures of the two came and went, and the disciples of the Flying Emperor Sect fell down one by one. In the mountains, the bloody aura gradually became stronger.

The disciples of the Flying Emperor Sect were scurrying around, trying to escape these two terrifying killing gods, but once they were targeted, how could they escape?

There were also brave elite disciples of the Flying Emperor Sect who rushed forward with a roar in groups, but their only end was to turn into a cold corpse. For them, such a level of powerhouse is simply incomprehensible.

Song Jiang took control of the Flying Emperor Sect's Sect Master Order and directly closed the entire mountain gate, and now the disciples of the Flying Emperor Sect were trapped within a radius of thousands of miles, and there was no way to escape.

The two powerhouses wandered between the mountains and shot unscrupulously, and all the disciples of the Flying Emperor Sect who were found died under their swords.

Song Jiang was originally a good sixth-level martial artist, a disciple of Jiang Zhongshan, the Thunder Sword, but his strength could only be regarded as good among sixth-level martial artists. Now it has only been a few days since Luo Chen met him in the Bingchang Desert, and he has already become a powerful seventh-level martial artist!

A seventh-level martial artist is considered a high-level martial artist, his soul power is extremely strong, and his perception ability is extremely terrifying, even if some disciples of the Flying Emperor Sect escaped to the secret room underground, they were easily found by him.

After finding it, a sword flew out, and it was not relentless. And this sword ray will take away the lives of the hidden disciples of the Flying Emperor Sect, no matter how many of them there are.

Time passed slowly, and the two murderers had no intention of stopping at all, and their faces were full of cold smiles. Song Jiang's body was spotless, but Du Yue's clothes had been stained red with blood.

But none of this is his blood, it's someone else's.

Since neither of them considered the speed of the killing, the killing went on for a long time, from early morning to afternoon.

Between the mountains of the Flying Emperor Sect, there were broken corpses everywhere, there were disciples of the Flying Emperor Sect, but more were ordinary people such as maids and servants.

Above the ground, it was completely dyed red with blood. The smell of blood was disgusting.

The history of the powerful sect that dominated Sichuan Prefecture in the past has finally come to an end today!

Up to now, within a radius of thousands of miles, hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Flying Emperor Sect have died eighty percent. The remaining disciples hid in various hidden corners, their faces full of horror.

A lot of people don't understand what happened at all, they just hope it's a nightmare, and they hope that this damn nightmare will wake up soon.

However, this is not a dream, so their hearts are more painful, more desperate!

The Flying Emperor Sect, the only three-tier sect in Sichuanzhou, has been dominant in Sichuan City for thousands of years, and it is about to be destroyed?

As disciples of the Flying Emperor Sect, they are all high-ranking existences on weekdays, how can they accept such a thing?

......

Somewhere in the Flying Emperor Sect, in a secret room hidden deep underground.

Dozens of young men and women sat on the ground, their faces showing grief and indignation. Many girls lowered their heads and sobbed silently.

They are all very young, but they all have not weak strength, at least they are second-level martial artists. In the past, as the elite of the sect, they enjoyed infinite glory, but now they are all in despair.

"Don't cry!" the only old man in the secret room whispered, "Whatever you cry, raise your head for me!"

The maidens stopped their grief, and the eyes of all the young men and women fell on the old man.

"My Flying Emperor Sect has been inherited for thousands of years, and it will definitely not be so easy to be exterminated!" the old man blushed and shouted in a low voice, "Now that the elite of the sect has been lost, you are the hope of recovering my Flying Emperor Sect in the future!

Looking at the young faces around him, the old man gritted his teeth and said, "You are the existence of the inner disciples who are most likely to be promoted to the disciples of the personal lineage. Now that the disciples and elders have probably been poisoned, you are the last seed of my Flying Emperor Sect! This place, it is impossible for the enemy to find out, you are waiting quietly here. When you find an opportunity, you will sneak out!"

"You have to remember, always remember! No matter where you go, you are all disciples of my Flying Emperor Sect!" The old man's voice was low and his face was grim, "From today onwards, it is your eternal mission to recover the Flying Emperor Sect and recapture the city of Sichuan! If you can't complete it, your descendants must also complete it! Even if it is a thousand or ten thousand years, your descendants must remember their mission!

"Yes, Great Elder!" the young men and women roared in a low voice, their eyes red.

They were all young, and they all had a lot of blood in their chests. If it weren't for the only remaining elder to stop him, I'm afraid I would have been unable to resist rushing out and fighting the enemy desperately. And now everyone has taken the elder's words to heart, and has a heavy mission on their shoulders.

"What about you, Great Elder?" said a young girl with tears in her eyes.

"I ...... It's too old!"

The old man said in a low voice, "I will stay here and shed the last drop of blood for the sect." I want them to see how a real Flying Emperor Sect elder died!"

"Great Elder!" many young men and women burst into tears and cried at the same time.

"Don't cry! Don't cry! Crying is an act of cowardice!" the old man's eyes were red, and he shouted in a low voice, "Children, remember your mission! As long as any of you are still alive, our Flying Emperor Sect will not be destroyed!"

"Hehe! It's really touching!" a sarcastic sneer suddenly sounded in the secret room.

The old man's face changed suddenly, and he stood up suddenly. All the young men and women stood up and clenched their weapons.

The figure flashed, and a young figure appeared in the secret room.

"How is this possible? Damn! It's hundreds of feet above the ground, how can you possibly find this place?" exclaimed the old man with a look of disbelief.

"You speak so loudly, I can't hear it if I don't want to!"

The young man smiled coldly, looked at the old man and said slowly, "Solve the heavenly feud, the Great Elder of the Flying Emperor Sect, the master of the Pure and Void Heroes, right?"

"So what?" the old man's face was terrifyingly gloomy, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out.

"It's nothing, I just want to tell you that the Flying Emperor Sect can no longer exist! besides, not only are you going to die, but your precious daughter Xie Feihua is also going to die. ”

The young man looked at the old man and sneered, "There is no way, who told you to openly support the Qixia Sect? Everything today, you are completely to blame!"

Xie Tianqiu was silent, his eyes were red, and he clenched the hilt of the sword hard.

"These should be the last remaining disciples of the Flying Emperor Sect, right! Want to live as a seed? Hehe, it's a pity that you were still found by me. The young man looked around at everyone, smiled coldly, looked at Xie Tianqiu and said, "I heard that Xie Feihua went to Qixia Sect, and when I kill all of you, I will go to Qixia Sect and kill Qixia Sect cleanly! All the people of Qixia Sect will die, and your baby daughter will not be able to escape, hehe!"

"So what? My daughter will gain the reputation of being a disciple of the Imperial Sect. Xie Tianqiu hissed.

"Is this...... Hehe!" The young man smiled mysteriously, "I heard that Xie Feihua is a famous beauty in Sichuan Prefecture, and she is the goddess in the hearts of countless male disciples of the Feihuang Sect, such a woman, it is a pity to kill her directly, before she dies, maybe something will happen......"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Before the young man's words fell, Xie Tianqiu roared, and pounced on him like a mad tiger, and the long sword in his hand flashed, like cold lightning slashing through the sky, slashing at the young man fiercely.

The young man sneered, and threw a punch out of his hand, landing on the chest of the Heavenly Enemy. The white palm was as sharp as a knife, and it sank into the chest of the Heavenly Enemy.

"Ahh

Xie Tianqiu roared miserably, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"Didn't you say you wanted me to see how a real Flying Emperor Sect elder died? The young man looked at Xie Tianqiu and smiled coldly, and slowly withdrew his hand.

In the palm of his hand, a fist-sized heart was dripping with blood and beating vigorously.

"Poof!"

The young man pinched it gently, and his heart was pinched into a cloud of blood mist.

Xie Tianqiu watched his heart being crushed, his face showed anger, he opened his mouth, and fell down weakly!

"Great Elder!" In the secret room, the young men and women cried together, and their faces showed grief and indignation.

Looking at everyone's sad and indignant looks, the young man smiled slightly, extremely happy.

Suddenly, his gaze flashed and fell on the body of a young girl.

The girl looked to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in light green clothes, starry eyes, and childish. The girl did not shed tears, clenched her small fists, and looked at the young man angrily.

The young man's face was cold, his body flashed in front of the girl, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and tore the girl's clothes, and the girl's delicate skin was suddenly exposed to the air.

"Now, you serve me. The young man looked at the girl and commanded proudly.

The girl screamed, and a sword stabbed at the young man.

However, the next moment, her body suddenly froze, and she couldn't move at all. The young man sneered, stretched out his big hand again, and ripped off the girl's bodice.

"Wei'er!" a teenager roared and frantically pounced on the young man.

However, the next moment, his body suddenly collapsed in the air, turning into a puff of blood mist!

The young man smiled coldly, and a large hand had already caressed the slightly rudimentary bud on the girl's chest, and twisted it gently. The girl's face was pale, unable to move at all, and her starry eyes were full of rage.

"Brute!"

"We're fighting with you!"

Seeing this scene, the young men and women in the secret room instantly erupted, roaring and waving their long swords one by one, rushing towards the young man frantically.

They were all the true elites of the Flying Emperor Sect, high-ranking existences, how could they have suffered such humiliation? Seeing their companions openly humiliated, they were also really angry.

The young man sneered again and again, did not move at all, and continued to move his big hand on the girl's body.

And before the young men and women who pounced on him could get close to his body, they turned into a puff of blood mist one by one!

A seventh-level martial artist is already a high-level martial artist, how strong is his strength, how can these young martial artists be injured?

In an instant, all the boys and men who attacked disappeared without a trace. There was a strong smell of blood in the chamber, and the ground was completely red with blood.

The imprisoned girl's star eyes were full of flames, and her body was full of spring light, but she couldn't move at all.

"Today, you're mine. ”

The young man smiled cruelly, and with a wave of his big hand, the girl's clothes disappeared without a trace, and a body exuding a youthful atmosphere appeared in front of the young man's eyes, which was extremely eye-catching in this secret room full of blood.

"Enjoy, little girl!" the young man laughed as he pressed the girl against the wall.

The girl frowned in pain, her delicate body trembled slightly, her clean eyes stared at the young man, there was pain in her eyes, and there was a faint hint of disappointment.

The young man frowned, waved his big hand, lifted the confinement of the girl's body, and said in a low voice: "Little girl, what do you have to say?"

The girl's face turned pale, and she snorted in pain, "You are Song Jiang, are you? Song Jiang, how can you be like this?"

"You know me?" the young man frowned and stopped the collision.

"Song Jiang, a talented man from Xiaozhou, I have read your poetry collection. The girl stared at the young man, bit her lip vigorously, and said bitterly, "I didn't expect you to be such a person! You are not a human at all, you are a beast!"

The young man's body shook slightly, and he was silent.

"I've read your poetry collection, and I like it very much, but—how could you write such a splendid article? Song Jiang, you are completely different from what I imagined! I really don't know that you are such a person, how did you become like this?"

Looking at the girl's angry and disappointed eyes, Song Jiang's ** all over his body faded completely, and he let go of the girl in silence.

"Song Jiang Gongzi, I'm very disappointed in you!"

The girl's delicate body trembled slightly, and she glared at Song Jiangdao, "'Seek its benefits from the top, and do its work from the bottom.'" Talented people in Xiaozhou emerge one after another, and those who are merciful to the people are the only ones who are the ears of everyone and Mr. Song? How can a person who can write such poems be a beast that kills innocents indiscriminately and bullies women!"......

"I don't want to be like this, do you think I'm willing to be like this?" Song Jiang's face turned hideous, and he suddenly exploded.

"My Master is my only relative! But now, he has been killed! Even if I have gained great strength, what is the use? Even if I can kill the enemy, Master will not be able to come back from the dead! Who knows the pain in my heart?"

Song Jiang roared in pain, his face hideous.

The girl was silent, and her gaze at Song Jiang turned out to be with deep pity.

"Master is dead! I can't come back to life again!"

"Even if I have great power, what is the use?"

"Master died at the hands of the thief surnamed Naluo, and all those who had anything to do with the thief surnamed Naluo will die!

(End of chapter)