At that time, Ning Caichen, as a third-rate realm martial artist, operated the killing furnace, and the imperial envoy Silver Moon fell into the star bow, shooting thunder arrows, and he could kill the martial artists of the same realm at will. Even second-rate realm martial artists who couldn't get close to him could only be brutally abused.

After double cultivation with the ghost-faced Guanyin, although it was not as good as the benefits obtained by the terrifying woman, within three moments, she broke through two canons in a row, totaling sixty-four acupoints, and advanced to the second-rate realm. Under the effect of the Killing Furnace, even if you don't use any blades, you can completely abuse the powerhouses of the same level, and among the four sons of the Iron Sword Sect, the highest realm is only the second-rate realm of Li Dayou......

Therefore, when Ning Caichen came to the Iron Sword Gate, it meant that the tragedy of the four sons of the Iron Sword Gate began......

Under the rage, Mo Qingfeng's long sword was like a dragon, his steps were like flying, and the swordsmanship in the door was perfect for a hundred steps.

Facing the rapidly attacking sword, Ning Caichen's expression was indifferent, and suddenly, the two fingers stretched out in the stunned gaze of a group of people seemed to want to hold the sword blade in his hand.

Mo Qingfeng's face was full of blood, and the black hair stimulated by the strong sense of humiliation stood upside down: "Die!"

"Bang!" Before the onlookers could laugh at Ning Caichen, the corners of his mouth had turned into stunned, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

That sword blade was really caught between two fingers!

"How is this possible? Could it be that he is a first-class master?" Li Dayou was frightened in his heart, his body trembled, and he roared in a low voice: "In just half a month, why is he so diligent and terrifying?!"

The blade of the sword was sandwiched between his fingers, and Mo Qingfeng's anger was even higher at first, but when he couldn't recover the iron sword no matter how hard he tried, that anger turned into deep fear.

"You're too weak and vulnerable. Ning Caichen's right arm shook, and a stream of true qi struck on Mo Qingfeng's palm along the iron sword, knocking it back in time, and the human sword separated.

"Senior Brother Mo, take the sword. Li Dayou didn't see it well, and quickly threw his iron sword at Mo Qingfeng.

Ning Caichen's feet moved, and before Mo Qingfeng could reach out to catch the sword, he grabbed his right arm, lifted it up stiffly, and slammed it to the ground.

"Bang!" The entire martial arts arena seemed to shake violently, and everyone, including Wang Zhenshan, trembled in their hearts. Looking down, I saw that in the red blood, a stall of soft flesh was constantly twitching, and it seemed that it would not survive.

"Senior Brother Mo!" more than a dozen people let out a cry of sorrow, and six sword-wielding warriors rushed towards Ning Caichen angrily.

"Do you want to bully more with less?" Ning Caichen looked at with cold eyes, his voice full of coldness.

For his ruthlessness, Wang Zhenshan's heart was also full of resentment. At this moment, he forgot about the so-called life and death, and only the image of his disciple lying in a pool of blood was left in his eyes. Therefore, he did not stop the attack of the warriors.

Ning Caichen's great killing technique was not afraid of group attacks, the killing furnace was burning, and the whole person pounced in the air, brazenly moving.

"Bang, bang, bang......" The flipped long sword couldn't hit his body at all, and in the blink of an eye, these six people repeated Mo Qingfeng's mistake.

"Damn!" Wang Zhenshan finally couldn't bear it anymore, took the long sword on the side of the seat, and in the blink of an eye a hundred steps away, he quickly brought out an afterimage. The long sword in his hand carried a fierce wind, and it stabbed Ning Caichen's throat unstoppably.

"Hum!" A powerful innate qi shot out from Ning Caichen's waist and attacked the opponent's heart. Between life and death, Wang Zhenshan's hair stood upside down, and he hurriedly collected his sword to defend.

"Boom!" The innate qi slammed on the heavy long sword, making a violent sound, Wang Zhenshan flew upside down, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the blood flowed for a long time.

If it hadn't been changed from offense to defense in time at a critical moment, it would have been seriously injured this time!

In the hands of Xiao Qian after the realm breakthrough, even if it is daytime, even if it can only emit Gang Qi, it is not something that Wang Zhenshan can resist.

Half a month ago, the Iron Sword Sect, which was heavily pressed in Ning Caichen's heart, at this time, became a papier-mâché sect, from the master of the sect to the disciple, no one could stop its edge!

"Go and ask for the Elder Prayer. Wang Zhenshan's body trembled slightly, looking at Ning Caichen as if he was facing a great enemy, while some of his disciples were completely frightened, and they rushed to run to the martial arts arena to invite the Elder Chuangong.

Ning Caichen had a treasure in his body, and he was not worried about the danger of falling, so he was fearless, silently waiting for the arrival of the so-called Elder Chuangong. During this period, Li Dayou and the three of them were sweating on their foreheads and were frightened.

They understand that this battle is no longer something they can cover. Unless, killed by Ning Caichen.

After a long time, there was a slight sound of footsteps. Ning Caichen turned his head to look, only to see a gray-robed old man with a white beard coming in his hands, followed by a cautious Iron Sword Sect disciple.

"Elder. The moment he saw the old man, Wang Zhenshan breathed a sigh of relief, bowed and saluted, and the rest of the disciples in the martial arts arena paid their respects one after another.

The old man nodded at him, raised his eyes and said, "Lord Ning, it is better to settle the grievance, you have already injured seven disciples of my sect, but you have the evil anger in your heart?"

Ning Caichen was a little surprised, he still thought that this Elder would protect his shortcomings, so he would not have to escape again: "Why did you make such a decision? Aren't you afraid that the disciples in the sect will be cold to the sect?"

The old man glanced at the many disciples with gloomy eyes, as well as the head of the sect in disbelief: "Baoshen County, in the long street, more than ten people in the Demon King Cave were killed without saying a word, which attracted the praise of countless old demons and trolls...... Haoran is righteous in his body, fearless of evil demons, and still survives under the covetousness of demons...... Fan cage trapped each other, the master of the Demon King Cave surrounded and suppressed, the treasure bow and good arrows in hand, the third-rate master was vulnerable, the second-rate master could not get close, and under the prying eyes of countless strong people, he fled bizarrely...... In the tomb mountain, please ghosts and gods, thousands of ghost soldiers slashed the strong man who entered the Dao...... The white-robed judge, the Iron Sword Gate, can't mess with you. ”

Ning Caichen's eyes showed a strange light: "You were also among the people who chased me back then?"

The old man's cheeks twitched, and he sighed: "The old man is ashamed, and his desire for profit is consumed, so he followed a group of martial arts monks to pursue you." But fortunately, we have never had a short handover, and there has been no major conflict. ”

"This matter should have spread, right?"

"The word spread the day after the end of the Bao Shen Festival, and now everyone in the nearby area knows that there is a ruthless person in Jinhua Mansion, who kills people like hemp and cannot be provoked. ”

Ning Caichen paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Li Dayou and the others: "Originally, I wanted to come over and kill all four of them, but now in this situation, I have to give you a face." Except for Mo Qingfeng, who was half-dead, the other three people, one of them compensated me with one thousand taels of silver. ”

The corners of Wang Zhenshan's mouth twitched, and he looked at the old man anxiously. Three thousand taels of silver is actually not much for the Iron Sword Gate, but once it is done, this face will be completely gone, inside and out, and the Iron Sword Gate will also become the laughing stock of Jinhua......