"Hey, hey!

Zhang Zichen sneered, and without hesitation, he sacrificed the Black Crystal Divine Sword in his body and rushed to the high platform.

The Black Crystal Divine Sword emitted a dazzling light, and Zhang Zichen slashed out with a sword, and with a bang, twenty or thirty monks from Donghuangdao died tragically under Zhang Zichen's long sword.

When the rest saw this, they suddenly felt a little frightened in their hearts.

"This person not only has a high-grade immortal weapon, but also an artifact! This black broadsword in his hand is an artifact!"

"Artifact! The person who used the artifact! He killed twenty or thirty monks of the Great Luo Golden Immortal with a single sword, and we are not his opponent at all!"

"Run!"

If someone is afraid, there will naturally be people who want to escape, and once one person wants to escape, it will inevitably affect the minds of others.

Suddenly, there were countless people who wanted to escape.

But at this moment, someone in the crowd shouted: "That's an artifact! That person has an artifact in his hand! Let's not run, kill him, seize the artifact!"

Artifact!

These two words touched the hearts of everyone present.

Before, everyone could desperately want to kill people and seize treasures for a high-grade immortal weapon, but now that an artifact has appeared, do you want to give up?

This momentary change of mind immediately attracted a burst of high-pitched shouts.

"Yes, we only need to kill him today, kill this person, and we can get the artifact!"

"Don't run! Don't run! In order to get the artifact, even if it's death, I'll admit it!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill this man, take his artifact!"

For a time, there were more than 5,000 monks in the entire square, but few of them fled.

Luckily, though, the few who escaped, they were so lucky that they were able to survive.

On the contrary, those who do not flee will become a dead body.

Zhang Zichen's eyes were blood-red, and his murderous intent was exposed, and a staggered aura of black and red wrapped around his whole body.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In Zhang Zichen's eyes, there seems to be only this one killing word.

Although Zhang Zichen's consciousness could not be controlled by himself for the time being, in his mind, he seemed to know who he wanted to kill first.

Zhang Zichen's eyes were always staring at the remaining fifty or sixty monks of Donghuangdao and Donghai Dragon Palace on the high platform, and then he sneered, turned into a phantom all over his body, and swung his long sword.

Puff puff puff!

The fifty or sixty monks on the high platform were all cut off without any resistance, and there was not even a scream.

In the blink of an eye, all the monks of Donghuangdao and Dong Hailong were killed.

However, Zhang Zichen didn't mean to stop, he glanced back at the more than five thousand monks who rushed towards him, and just sneered.

"Die!"

Zhang Zichen was full of true qi and entered the crowd.

Screams, fears, vomiting blood, the cracking of armor and weapons.

The entire square seemed to be in hell, and more than 5,000 monks were almost cut to pieces by Zhang Zichen.

Bang!

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and the rain fell even harder.

On the huge square, corpses are everywhere, and the red blood is driven by the rain, dyeing the bluestone bricks red.

"Paralyzed! It's a demon! It's definitely a demon!"

A monk saw that more than 5,000 people were being slaughtered in an instant, and he immediately made a decision and fled.

However, just when this monk ran out of the twelfth or thirteenth zhang, a red light flashed, and Zhang Zichen appeared in front of him in an instant.

Sneer, raise the knife, slash out!

The three movements came down in succession, and with a soft pop, the monk was split in half by Zhang Zichen's knife, blood mist sprayed, internal organs flew out, and he couldn't die anymore.

In the square, there was nothing but the sound of rain falling.

But at this moment, a dozen or so groups of monks guarding the walls and patrolling noticed that there was a commotion in the square, and they flew over from a distance.

There were a total of fourteen teams of monks here, and the clothes of these monks turned out to be all monks from Donghuangdao and Donghai Dragon Palace.

It's just that the cultivation of these monks is a little lower, and their highest captain is only in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and the rest of them have not even reached the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

Fourteen teams of monks, a total of one hundred and forty people, quickly surrounded Zhang Zichen.

They looked at the hellish scene in the distance, and although they were afraid, if they didn't stop this person, their lives would be even more difficult in the future.

At that moment, a monk from the Heavenly Immortal Realm fought forward, he raised his sword at Zhang Zichen, and angrily reprimanded: "Who is here? Do you know that Huanglong City is a city under the two major forces of Donghuangdao and Donghai Dragon Palace......?

As soon as the words came out, Zhang Zichen slashed out a sword with an expressionless face, and on top of the Black Crystal Divine Sword, a fierce anger rushed out, directly cutting the monk into three hundred and twenty pieces.

"Death to me!"

Zhang Zichen's feet moved, turned into a ghost, and disappeared into the square.

The remaining 139 monks don't know why, this murderous maniac, is it to let them go?

Just a moment later, in the crowd of more than a hundred monks, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Dog, there is a red blood mark on your neck! Zhang San, your face is also covered with a net of blood!"

"Li Si, you still say others, look at the middle of your own head, a blood mark from top to bottom, as if it is about to split you. ”

"Don't talk about it, don't say it, my neck is a little uncomfortable, why do I feel like my head is going to fall off?"

One monk always felt that his neck was uncomfortable and itchy, so he reached out his right hand and touched the back of his head and neck.

But this touch, but something big happened, and the monk actually touched his head.

With a thud, his head fell to the ground, and the monk still stood, his broken neck squirting bright red liquid.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and quickly avoided it.

However, as soon as someone lifts his legs, he finds that his legs are standing still, and his body is retreating backwards.

When the man looked down, he saw that his legs had been cut off at some point!

"Ah!!h

As soon as the screams rang out, the monk's mouth suddenly cracked, and his whole head cracked open like a building block.

With the first and the second, there will be the third and fourth.

In short, at this moment, the screams of the one hundred and thirty-nine monks continued, but after a few moments, all the sounds disappeared.

These people don't understand until they die, how they died.

They just didn't know that when Zhang Zichen had just left, he had already swung dozens of swords at them.

It's just that because Zhang Zichen's sword swing speed was too fast, this caused them to be hit by the sword, but they were still unharmed, and it was only after time passed that the sword marks on their bodies were gradually revealed.