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With such a powerful backstage, Song Yuanbiao had to have some scruples, taking advantage of the opportunity of the expansion of the Xiaoyao Holy Academy, and in order to weaken Mu Hongwu's power from the root, a bold idea was born - the Extermination Love Sect. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

To destroy a sect, how easy is it to say, fortunately, he got the tacit approval of the eldest prince, and inadvertently met the blood cicada again, the two hit it off, and learned that the three major sects wanted to get the map of the Seven Star Xuanjie and were preparing to besiege the plan of the Ruthless Sect, so he joined in without hesitation.

"Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, Flame Legion, bow and crossbow ready!"

"Shoot!"

Song Yuanbiao's sword pointed to the void, pointing forward, around the Valley of Despair, there was a sudden creaking sound of the bowstring pulling, when he 'shot' the word exit, countless bowstrings vibrated in unison, the sharp sound of breaking the air pierced people's hearts, tens of thousands of feather arrows covered the sky and the sun, and rushed down, and the entire sky was darkened.

Woohoo......

The dense rain of arrows poured down like a torrential rain, falling on the area where the disciples of the Ruthless Sect gathered.

Looking at the impenetrable rain of arrows, the face of the Ruthless Sect disciple once again showed a look of despair.

These arrows are all standard feather arrows in the army, powerful, if the sect's large array is not destroyed, they can rely on the strength of the formation to resist, but now, they can only rely on martial souls and soul energy to resist, under such a dense rain of arrows, even if they are martial arts masters, they cannot guarantee that they will not be harmed.

Puff puff......

At the moment when the arrow rain fell, the screams soared into the sky, and countless disciples of the Ruthless Sect were shot by sharp arrows and fell to the ground in pain, and the blood quickly stained the earth red.

Today's sect Dabi, the preparatory disciples and miscellaneous servants of the Ruthless Sect all gathered near the Desperate Valley, which gave Song Yuanbiao a chance to catch them all, and after the first wave of arrow rain, more than 5,000 people fell in a pool of blood.

The screams around him reached Huang Futian's ears, and his whole body trembled, clenching his fists violently, and his nails dug deep into his flesh.

At this moment, Huang Futian felt hopelessness and powerlessness that he had never felt before.

For more than 20 years, these sect disciples admired him, worshipped him, and respected him, but he could only watch them be slaughtered in despair and could not do anything, and this pain made his heart like a knife.

Some of the elders of the Ruthless Sect had long been preparing to defend against the enemy under the orders of Huang Futian, but they lived in the sect all day long, who had never seen the cruelty of real war, in front of the well-trained and armed iron-blooded army to the teeth, ordinary martial cultivators were not vulnerable at all, and only the strong could survive by luck.

Those Ruthless Sect elders who were responsible for resisting the sword array were blinded, their eyes were bloodshot, and the soul yuan poured out like boiled water that didn't want money, trying to protect more disciples from harm, but under the dense rain of arrows, the disciples around them fell to the ground one after another and never got up again.

The first rain of arrows is over.

The blood of the disciples of the Ruthless Sect flowed like a river, corpses were all over the field, and the screams of the injured disciples were endless, and rivers of blood flowed down the cliff tops on both sides towards the bottom of the Ruthless Valley, and the pungent smell of blood filled the surrounding air, and quickly spread in a farther direction.

Mo Lin was protected by more than a dozen inner door elders in the middle, looking around, he watched the dark clouds condensed by the rain of arrows fall on the crowd of disciples of the Ruthless Sect in the distance, and watched countless fellow disciples fall in a pool of blood, the bright red blood reflected the dazzling light in the warm sunlight, and Mo Lin's body was like pouring a bucket of ice water on the cold winter, and the tips of his hair were cold from the soles of his feet.

Most of the dead disciples were miscellaneous servants and preparatory disciples who had not even awakened their martial spirits, and the outer disciples also accounted for a large proportion.

Most of these people are fourteen or fifteen years old, in their previous lives, and they are still studying in school at their age.

They are all young, they are at the age of vitality, life is long, and there is still a long way to go.

They are the expectations of their parents and relatives, and every child sent to the Desperate Sect embodies the sustenance of their families, in order to pursue strength, in order to survive in this cruel and indifferent world, they are working silently, even if some people are arrogant and some are weak, but they are all fighting for their ideals and hopes.

However.

With Song Yuanbiao's order, these fresh lives came to an end.

Ideals have come to naught, and hope has turned into despair.

The screams of despair that came when death came were like a sharp knife into Merlin's heart.

Even if he had seen life and death in his previous life, and even in this life, he had killed people more than once, but this bloody massacre still made Merlin's heart tremble and tremble.

Mo Linduo hoped that he could have the power to reach the heavens at this moment and kill all this group of butchers and executioners, but he couldn't do it, not to mention that he only had Soul Yuan Realm cultivation, even if he was a master of the Martial Extreme Realm and a powerhouse of the Earth Evil Realm, he would not be able to save those dying lives.

Merlin's heart was as cold as ice.

He retracted his gaze, slowly raised his head, and spat out a mouthful of turbid breath in his chest and abdomen, and the bloodshot pupils gradually lost their luster and became dead ashes.

In the face of irresistible force, human life is inferior to even ants, let you cry and howl, let you kneel and beg for mercy, as long as the words of the superior can completely wipe out everything about you.

This world doesn't need mercy, it just needs strength!

"Put!"

Song Yuanbiao's long sword swung down again, and the second wave of arrows rained down like the scythe of death, roaring and landing in the crowd of disciples of the Ruthless Sect.

Screams, cries, and roars sounded again, and after two waves of arrow rain, a piece of the Ruthless Sect fell to the ground, and there was not one out of ten miscellaneous servants and reserve disciples, and more than half of the outer disciples were also killed or wounded, and the survivors all showed horror on their faces, desperately waiting for the arrival of death.

"What are you doing standing stupidly! Break through, rush out, run one counts as one!"

A hoarse roar spread throughout the entire Valley of Absolute Feelings, Merlin relieved himself from the cruel reality as quickly as possible, and the disciples of the Desperate Sect were also awakened by his shout, and began to flee in all directions with a howl, in a vain attempt to break out of the encirclement of the royal army.

The survivors of the Ruthless Sect are all powerful martial arts powerhouses, under the persecution of death, the desire to survive stimulates the potential in the body, and each one exerts a speed and strength far beyond the usual, and in just a few breaths, the gathered crowd quickly dispersed.

Seeing that the disciples of the Ruthless Sect began to flee, Song Yuanbiao sneered, knowing that the time for hand-to-hand combat had come, he raised his long sword again and let out a snort.

"Eight Banners disciple, rush!"

As soon as the shout fell, the royal army shot a third wave of arrows, then put away their bows and crossbows, drew their swords, and launched a charge towards the Valley of Despair.

The dust was flying, the sky trembled, and thousands of horses galloped, like a rush, surrounding the royal iron horses near the Valley of Despair, urging the war horses together, and rushing to kill.

For a while, the Ruthless Sect was filled with the breath of endless killing, and the screams and shouts of killing resounded through the heavens and the earth.