Facing the Shura field, smelling the smell of blood in the air, watching the living disciples pounce in front of them, the stumps and broken arms were horizontal, and there were even loud wails that shocked the heart.

At first, it was just anger, the annoyance after being defeated by a move, and the resentment after losing face, at this time, the short man watched Wen Chuanting walk step by step, and his heart was filled with endless fear, "Don't you come here!"

The wail was almost begging, he couldn't help but be afraid of the wail, two swords, just two swords, many disciples were slaughtered, and they didn't even scratch the corners of their clothes, how could he not feel the attack of death.

Vomiting blood in his mouth, he kicked the ground with his feet, and moved his body backwards, trying to get away from the slowly approaching Wen Chuanting.

Regression is not a normal walking habit, not to mention squatting on the ground and moving, it is not as good as walking normally, even if the speed is slow, it is faster than the speed of a short man going backwards.

The distance was infinitely closer, and the fear in the short man's eyes was even worse, and a big face with outstanding pores was extremely sad, sweeping around, trying to find a disciple who could help him resist, but he had no choice but to find that except for the disciple who was crawling and wailing on the ground with his intestines in tow, no one was standing.

"Get out, get out, get away from me!"

The short man let out a sharp howl, hysterical, and the auxiliary retreating hands scratched wildly on the ground, no matter what, he grabbed it directly and threw it to Wen Chuanting.

There were stumps, wooden blocks, broken weapons, and finally, even rubble and tiles that had burst from the collapse of the house.

One by one, piece by piece, they flew towards Wen Chuanting, and before they could get three feet closer, they were shattered and bounced away by the murderous aura that permeated his body.

"The mind has been ruined!"

His eyes swept over the short man, and he saw his almost crazy actions, and the thought flashed in his heart, and he walked straight past him with a safe footstep, without even looking at him.

A person whose mind has been destroyed, even if he stands up from the ground and has fully recovered from his injuries, is no longer an opponent to ask Chuanting, not to mention that he is not an opponent to ask Chuanting in the first place.

Walking with a leisurely footstep, walking with his back to the short man, if he doesn't look at it in his eyes, how can he be on guard, in his heart, he will never believe that a person with a broken heart will still have a threat, even if it is the madness derived from his fear, it still can't create a threat, and the killing intent that pervades the single alone can crush this madness.

Just as he thought, when his back was wide open and completely exposed, the short man really didn't dare to jump up and sneak attack, and a trace of madness did flash in his eyes, but he was overwhelmed by endless fear, and his moving body was extremely close and fast away from Wen Chuanting's side.

Stay away from danger and cherish life!

The short man didn't sum up this sentence, but he knew this reason, and used his limbs together, frantically moving in the direction away from Wen Chuanting, even if the rubble was rolling under him, he didn't care that the broken blade ploughed a deep furrow in his thigh.

"It has been ruined, and there is no possibility of saving!"

Thousands of feet of high mountains stand majestically, the platform of up to 100 miles wide appears on the top of the mountain, a large hall made of wide stones stands majestically in the center, on the rough walls, countless lines are outlined, bent and extended, connecting the huge stones one by one, casting them into a complex flower ornament, rough with nature.

A middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the martial arts arena at the foot of the mountainside, very close to the continuous ridge, his eyes were shining, and he could see all the scenes.

"Master, if we don't make a move, let that person bully him up the mountain?"

On the side of the middle-aged man, a figure turned his face, his brows furrowed, and his face was gloomy and bitter, which made Quan Jiannan, who was speaking, shrink his neck.

"Bullying up the mountain, hmph, then he must have this ability!"

The figure was indignant, but it showed his entire face, but it was the appearance of Fang Qingyun, the head of Taitianmen.

"Don't underestimate that person, see that his sword light is pure, and his power is impressive, and his cultivation is no less than me!"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and looked at Wen Chuanting who had already stepped on the ridge with a sharp gaze.

"So what? As long as Uncle Shi is here, he won't be able to make waves!"

The middle-aged man glanced at Fang Qingyun, then turned his head to look at the ridge again.

Some words, even as an elder, have to be considered, especially when there are juniors behind them, and they must take into account the face of the head.

After a long time, the middle-aged man spoke again, "The disciples have been slacking off for a long time, and someone has come to the door, but they just mentioned their vigilance, but they can't be too much, and let that person fight wantonly at will." ”

"Uncle Shi taught me a lesson!"

Fang Qingyun frowned tightly, the murderous intent in his eyes was pervasive, almost condensed into substance, "The disciples are too incompetent, and when the enemy attack signal is issued, they can't distinguish clearly, let alone react quickly, it can be seen that they have completely lost their guard, and they are about to make a move and let the disciples learn a lesson!"

Seeing that Wen Chuanting climbed the stairs and entered a martial arts arena again, turning the person who killed him on his back, this time it was even more thorough, and no life remained, which made Fang Qingyun, who was nervously watching everything, even more murderous.

"This person is too shameless, he is obviously a strong cultivator, but he wants to kill my disciples......"

Looking left and right, his eyes automatically ignored Liu Sangong on the side, and his heart was depressed, "Except for Senior Uncle Liu Sangong, there is no one in the entire Taitianmen who can reach him?"

His gaze turned on the disciple Quan Jiannan behind him, and then swept over his junior brother, Fang Qingyun's gaze turned back in an instant, and fell on Wei Jingtang, "Senior Brother Wei......"

His eyes flickered, and Wei Jingtang, who looked puzzled and pondered from time to time, stood behind Liu Sangong, nodded his toe probe from time to time, looked at the slender figure under the mountain, and shrank his head and frowned and thought hard.

"Oh, oh, brother, you call me?"

Liu Sangong also turned his head, his brows jumped, he looked at Wei Jingtang who was confused, and then looked at the master, but he suddenly called his disciple for some reason, he was suddenly shocked in his heart, but his face did not change in any way, "Could it be that the head of the sect wants my honest disciple to end?"

Perception swept over Wen Chuanting's body, and his brows furrowed even tighter, "Xiu Wei is a big realm away from the master, and his brain is not flexible, so he can't pose a threat to him at all?"

"Could it be...... Is it because he is jealous of my cultivation that he has implicated my disciple? The head of the sect wants to take this opportunity to eradicate future threats?"

"No, we are in the same direction, we also want the sect to grow, I have made it clear that I fully support the head of the sect, he doesn't need to worry about my existence, with his character......"

Liu Sangong guessed in his heart, and quickly analyzed the personality of the leader, "He shouldn't be worried that my existence will affect his position at all!"

The human heart is the most difficult to distinguish, and it will continue to change with the environment and the change of mentality.

With just one look, the eyes of the head of the sect against Wei Jingtang made Liu Sangong, who only had this one disciple, instantly turn over in his heart, even if he was close to the head of the sect and his uncle and nephew were harmonious, but he still couldn't resist the concern for Wei Jingtang.

All kinds of suspicions continued, and the gaze towards the head was even more vague.

"What did the junior brother see? Could it be that he knew that person?"

One sentence instantly cut off all kinds of suspicions in Liu Sangong's heart, and at the same time, other doubts arose, and he looked at the only disciple with doubtful eyes.

Wei Jingtang scratched his head, "Looking at that sword light, I feel a little familiar, but that person, junior brother really doesn't know him!"

"Do you know the man's swordsmanship?"

Fang Qingyun turned his head and looked at Wen Chuanting, who was swaying with sword light and wantonly slaughtering the disciples on the other layer of the martial arts arena.

Liu Sangong also frowned and looked at it for a moment, "Somewhat involved with those madmen in the Sword Pavilion?!"

"But it's a bit paradoxical! Isn't it that those crazy people have newly created a sword technique?" Fang Qingyun was also puzzled.

The two of them retracted their gazes at the same time and looked at Wei Jingtang, who was thinking hard.

"I don't know if it's him, the master, the master, do you remember the clutches of the outer heavens that year?"

The two looked at Wei Jingtang quietly, did not interrupt without speaking, and nodded their heads slightly to show that they were listening carefully and remembered that incident as well.

"Master, before that incident, I sent a signal back!" his gaze swept over Quan Jiannan, who was also listening with his ears pricked up, and Wei Jingtang did not pause.

"At that time, the head of the sect contacted the five major sects, and sent Senior Brother Cheng Yu to lead people to go with the disciples of the various sects!"

Looking at Fang Qingyun at a glance and seeing him nodding in confirmation, Wei Jingtang then continued, "At that time, the disciple was with a child, and that child was able to use swordsmanship, and his cultivation was on par with the disciple!"

"You mean, this person is most likely the child?" Liu Sangong raised his eyebrows, his eyes looking at Wen Chuanting, who had already begun to climb here.

"The person who has a grudge against Cheng Yu for killing his brother?" Fang Qingyun frowned, "In the past few years, it is normal for the body to grow taller, and it is not an exaggeration to change your appearance to the point that you can't recognize it!"