Shen Ao's white clothes had been drenched in heavy rain, and he slowly walked towards the group of dead black-clothed people with his sword, not knowing how much blood this sword would drink tonight, and whether the rain would wash away the blood on the sword.

The man in black, who was as silent as death, saw Shen Ao walking with his sword raised, and his indifferent eyes still did not change. Since they came here tonight, their lives are no longer theirs. Life, in their eyes, is so low, whether it is the enemy's or their own. There was nothing in their world but that figure. This is also the power of faith, which can turn an unarmed civilian into a bloody executioner, a power that can drive people crazy.

Shen Ao raised his sword and rushed towards the men in black, he didn't even ask those men in black anything about their origins. First, judging from the breath of these people, this is clearly an organized, hell-trained person, and it is wishful thinking to know any bit of information from their mouths, and there are only two ways for them to succeed or die, and they will not be captured alive by anyone; If he is timid for one reason or another, then he is not worthy of being a swordsman. The only thing a swordsman can rely on is the sword in his hand, and there is nothing else besides the sword.

The cultivation of this group of black-clothed people is quite good in the eyes of ordinary people, with forty Xuan-level intermediaries and ten Xuan-level peaks. It can be said that with this power, they can kill the ground-level martial artists. Fifty black-clothed men drew their swords at the same time, and the murderous aura that had been accumulated for a long time exploded, and the ten masters at the peak of the Xuan level took the lead in sweeping towards Shen Ao, and the people behind also swarmed behind, and a general trend rushed towards Shen Ao.

If an ordinary ground-level beginner-level martial artist encounters this general trend, I am afraid that he will already have no fighting intent in his heart, and it will be difficult to gather momentum, then what awaits him will be the pursuit of dozens of imposing dead soldiers, and the chance of falling in the end will be more than ninety percent. That's right, Shen Ao felt the breath of a dead soldier in addition to the breath of a devout believer in this group of people. It's a pity that this time they met Shen Ao, a peerless swordsman who had been besieged by many earth-level pinnacles and heaven-level masters such as the Heavenly Ice Palace and the Nine Yin Palace. Compared to the momentum and coercion of the Heavenly Ice Palace and the Nine Yin Palace, this group of black-clothed people is simply not worth mentioning, and it is not an order of magnitude at all. Therefore, Shen Ao directly ignored this momentum like a breeze blowing on his face.

Out of the sword, the sword momentum is like a rainbow. In the blink of an eye, the sword light that was extremely dazzling in the darkness had already appeared in front of the man in black who rushed to the front. This sword didn't use too much true yuan, and there were no mystical kendo rules. This is just the simplest basic sword move, and it can be seen everywhere as a basic sword move for the introduction to kendo.

The man in black looked horrified, when did this basic sword move become so powerful. He had overestimated the young man as much as possible, but no one expected him to be so powerful, and it seemed that he still underestimated him.

Fast, extremely fast. In the world of the man in black led by him, it seems that there is only the sword light that is extremely fast and brilliant to the extreme. He instinctively wanted to dodge the deadly sword light. But it was too late, and when he realized this, his consciousness suddenly became wandering, and he suddenly saw a headless body spurting blood. But why does this body look so familiar? This is the last thought of the leader in black in this world.

The man in black would never have imagined that a martial artist at the peak of the Xuan level like him would die under a sword without any power to fight back, and it was also the most ordinary basic sword move.

But is this really such an ordinary basic sword move? The road is simple, and any complicated sword move is evolved from a basic sword move. And after thousands of tempering, the potential of each style of the basic sword move has been tapped. Shen Ao practiced swords for the rest of his life, and spent ten of those years practicing basic sword moves. Is there anyone in this world who dares to say that the real one, has the basic sword moves been thoroughly figured out?

Shen Ao looked at those black-clothed people as if he had done something insignificant. It's a pity that the gap in strength is sometimes not something that can be made up by the number of people.

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Shen Ao's battle with these black-clothed men naturally did not hide from the people in the Eastern Wilderness City, although the heavy rain could block the sound on the one hand. But how could those warriors not hear it? And when the murderous aura rushed to the sky just now, the warriors who came here had no human life on their hands, and they were extremely sensitive to the murderous aura, how could they not sense it. For a while, a large number of warriors left the inn and rushed into the rain curtain despite the heavy rain falling from the sky.

Murong Fei was still playing his piano in the courtyard of Murong family, and the sound of the piano was melodious, solemn and silent. His eyes were still closed, but if he looked closely, he could see that at that moment, his hand, which was so white that even women would envy, trembled slightly as he stroked the strings.

Murong Xiong was still sitting on the seat of the head of the Murong family's family hall, and he looked at the location of Murong Fei's attic from a distance, as if he could see Murong Fei playing the piano through the heavy rain curtain. After a long time, Murong Xiong retracted his gaze, picked up the wine that had already become cold, and drank it all. Wine is even more sorrowful, and the taste may only be experienced by the person concerned.

The rain is still falling, the blood is still flowing, and the fight is still going on. Shen Ao's long sword turned red, but no one would ignore its edge. Even the rain that filled the sky could wash away the blood stains on the sword. Shen Ao's white robe had also turned blood-red, but all the blood was from the group of black-clothed people. Shen Ao stood there like a Shura coming from an ancient hell, harvesting that humble life.

The black-clothed people standing in front of Shen Ao were now only the pitiful ten people, but those ten people did not flinch and timid, as murderous as before, as if it was not their companions who were slaughtered just now.

Shen Ao frowned and looked at the only remaining man in black, he wasn't afraid of them. It's just that these black-clothed people are completely fighting with their lives, even if they are certain to die, they still have to restrain Shen Ao to the death, just to let other black-clothed people find a chance to use their swords. For the first time, Shen Ao felt that the back of this man in black might not be simple, and from his standpoint, he also admired those men in black for not being afraid of death. But Shen Ao is still ruthless when he publishes the book, admiration is one thing, tolerance to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

"Do you want to continue? There aren't many of you who can let me kill anymore."

No one answered, but still raised his sword and stabbed out.

"Alas, I have mercy, but I slaughter the common people"

The sword light flashed, and the ten bodies fell weakly in a pool of blood. Shen Ao didn't withdraw his sword and looked at the dark corner not far away.

"Haven't you seen enough?"