A long sword, bright and dazzling, has a magnificent and peculiar beauty when asking about it.

The sword, which is a sword that kills, is with the slender figure of Wen Chuanting, and you can't see the bloody killing, you can only see the gorgeous brilliance.

The long sword buzzed, the sword qi flickered, flying horizontally and vertically, no one could get close to the three-foot range, even if the blade was sharp, the spear was domineering, and the long-handled sharp knife danced in a cluster of flowers, under the sharp sword qi, the sword and gun were broken, and the crowd died.

Successively boarded the four martial arts arenas, none of them had a combined enemy, since they had already started to kill, there was no room for turnaround, so they simply killed a river of blood.

The left palm was erected and slashed, and the cold blade of the sword spat out from the palm side, slashing at the crowd swarming on one side, without pity!

Looking up from time to time, on the tall mountain peaks, a series of eyes full of murderous intent were projected, if the eyes could kill, I don't know how many times I had died.

"I didn't make a move, but I gathered together to watch and let me kill your disciples of Taitianmen, is it to use my hand to warn many disciples?"

"Hmph, I've killed them all, look at who you're warbing!"

With a twist of the wrist, a sword light fanned out, whether it was rushing up, hesitating and hesitating, or turning their backs and wanting to run away because of fear, they were all divided into two ends under the sword light.

Walking on a bloody place, the screams all over the ground turned a deaf ear, and asked Chuanting to look up at the high mountain peak, "The killing intent is the most awe-inspiring gaze, why are they intermittent? Could it be that there is something above that attracts their attention?"

But he didn't know that the owner of these two most awe-inspiring eyes was really disturbed by one thing, with mixed tastes, tangled and confused, and entangled with emotional changes, which was really unspeakably uncomfortable.

Walking slowly along the steps, shaking the sword in his hand, killing a few brave people who rushed up recklessly, and once again stepping on a martial arts arena, thousands of people formed together, waiting for the battle, and the swords, guns, swords, and halberds bloomed with cold light.

"Kill!"

There was a burst of shouts, no superfluous words, no tentative movements, thousands of people rushed in unison, the earthquake trembled, and the momentum was majestic.

Wen Chuanting smiled coldly, the long sword shook, and the volley crossed a strange arc, and the disciple who rushed to the front fell to the ground instantly, a handful of blood escaped in the air, and the gorgeous flowers stained the hard martial arts arena.

The crowd turned a blind eye to the death of their companions, as if they were accustomed to seeing life and death, and they saw through the parting.

"Maybe you're already determined to die!"

Wen Chuanting's eyes didn't blink, his body didn't move, his waist and limbs rotated, and he was weirdly dislocated, driving the entire upper body to rotate, and the sword arc at an angle of nearly 360 degrees was drawn out, and in mid-air, only many half-sections of the body above the waist were left in the air.

A sword was slashed out, and after a long time, the wailing sound sounded, and Wen Chuanting moved lightly, and a faint voice echoed in the martial arts arena, "You are just the chess pieces abandoned by the group of people on the top of the mountain! If they really care about you, how can they know that you are invincible, and still stand there as safe as a mountain, allowing you to be killed by me!"

The cacophony of wails faded, with the faint sound of teeth chattering, and the sound of finger swords pounding against the rocks on the ground.

"Fang Qingyun, you can't die well!"

A loud shout finally resounded, and in the noisy wail, the army suddenly rose up, straight into the nine skies, shattering layers of white clouds.

"Don't die well...... Don't die well......"

A series of angry curses echoed in the mountains, as if thousands of people were shouting in unison.

Of course, in the painful wailing and cursing in the square, there is not only this kind of scolding, there are more voices followed by this voice, in the face of death, they have no hope of survival, people, not earthworms, there is no function of renewing the severed limbs, lost below the waist, the intestines are outflowing, the blood is flowing out, the weakness of blood, only waiting for death.

Life, living in ignorance, is happy, when you learn to think, know to discern, all kinds of troubles then begin.

Perhaps, Wen Chuanting didn't spit out the last sentence, they would wait for the blood flu in wailing, and that fiery heart still did not regret it, and they thought it was worth it to pay for the sect.

But when everything is transparent, whether intentionally or unintentionally, is pointed out, and they really face death, no matter what they think at first, at this moment, everything they see is the truth, everything they know, and it will be used as evidence.

The mountain gate was attacked, the stepped martial arts arena was slaughtered one after another, they received orders to stand by, waiting to intercept the opponent, and from beginning to end, no high-level sect came, and on the martial arts arena, the highest level was only the Sect Elder, and the elder who couldn't even withstand the other party's blow.

All this, in their eyes, is the real place, they were abandoned by the sect, it was the sect that sent them to the other party's sword with their own hands.

The pain in the body is bearable, but the wound in the heart is death, and they cannot be blinded.

"You have been abandoned by your sect, and your elders are indifferent to your death from the top of the mountain......

In the new martial arts arena, many people stood strictly in front of the stone steps, and Wen Chuanting stood firmly on the stone steps, looking up, with a faint smile on his face, dressed in clothes, without any bloodstains.

The indifferent words drilled into the ears, some people looked serious, some people flashed their eyes, and some people's tense bodies made commotions.

"Hugh listens to his nonsense, he is disintegrating our minds, the elders and heads of the sect will never give up on us, they just can't leave for the time being!"

A loud shout interrupted the words of the question, the huge momentum bloomed, showing its own existence, and the sharp gaze swept over the turbulent crowd, "My mayor, I am here, living and dying with you!"

"Kill!"

The eyes with a faint smile swept over the people who were drinking, and his eyes were full of appreciation, life variety, and thousands of expressions, which made it easy for Wen Chuanting to identify the diehards among them.

The palm of the sword was lightly raised, the fingers flicked, and the glow bloomed on the verdant sword.

"Don't hurt my Taitianmen disciple!"

A loud shout came from afar, full of anger and sorrow, and a figure galloped down from the top of the mountain, faintly with the sound of a howling wind, and even more rubble flew wildly, closely following behind.

The corners of his mouth turned up, he didn't even look at the figure, the raised long sword kept coming, and the bright light bloomed, suppressing the brightness of the sun, and annihilating the light of thousands of swords.

"Damn, bastard, I'm going to let you stop!"

Two tear stains flashed on his face, and the figure was furious, flying across the stone steps, howling wolf, and throwing a fist furiously.

A faint and transparent huge fist shadow appeared, hammering straight towards the sword-wielding question.

A chuckle, "You're coming to pick me up?!"

The long sword jumped, like an elf, slashing through a delicate arc, cutting quickly around the huge fist, a faint light flashed, and the huge fist stone powder peeled off layer by layer, and finally turned into invisible, only a trace of wind, gently blowing the corner of Wen Chuanting's clothes.

"Why are you so ruthless, obviously hearing Lao Tzu's voice, why do you have to be ruthless, why do you want to kill them, they are also Terrans, they are also Terrans!"

Wei Jingtang cried, his fists clenched, and he swung out again and again, his feet stepped in a pool of blood, causing layers of ripples and splashing blood flowers.

Blood, it's someone else's blood, it's just that there are too many people who have died, and for a short time it's covered with a thin layer on the flat ground.

Wen Chuan smiled without saying a word, and gently swung his sword, blocking Wei Jingtang's chaotic and disorderly fist, and the cold sword qi was contained but not released, lingering on the sword body by an inch, tearing the violent fist wind apart.

"Who made you not inform me in time, did not inform those who are you!"

Shuttling through the fist wind with ease, one after another sword lights easily cut through Wei Jingtang's fist wind, blocking the violent fist.

"They are Terrans, they are Terrans, and they are all my people!"

"Your heart is in turmoil!"

The figure flickered, the sword pointed at the fist, Wei Jingtang's arm instantly went limp, and the other arm was still dancing wildly, and he had already deceived him closely.

"Not only is your heart messed up, your head, your mind is already messed up!"

"It seems that you are still not ready to take the position of leader!"

A finger pointed at Wei Jingtang's eyebrows, and with a bang, the tall and huge body fell to the ground, splashing more blood.

"Hmph, it seems that you were not to greet me, but to be sent to your death by them!"

With a cold snort, he asked Chuanting to look up, on the top of a high mountain, surrounded by white clouds, several figures flickered, looking at each other in the air, and he could vaguely see the gaze containing the essence of killing intent.

"You have lost their trust and become a stepping stone to test me!"

"It's okay, since that's the case, I'm waiting for it!"