The cold wind was swishing and murderous, and everyone seemed to have lost the ease of watching the drama before, but became serious.

Stopping, Wu Qingyang seemed to have expected such a scene, his face was cold, the cold light in his eyes was full of moon, and he said lightly: "What? want to do it?

Without a trace of stage fright, the momentum skyrocketed again, wanting to fight against 10,000 people, sharp and sharp, constantly invading the surrounding monks.

This time it was even more ferocious than the last time, triggering ten thousand swords to worship, and the treasure knives pinned to the waists of countless Yuanying monks vibrated and made a sound, wanting to fly towards Wu Qingyang, their owners hurriedly towards

With an extremely strong sword intent, who dares to step forward and take a knife! Although he can't kill 10,000 people, he can kill many people around him.

Hearing this, the monks in the front of the surrounding circle suddenly woke up, secretly afraid, and almost blindfolded greed and became cannon fodder for others.

looked at each other a few times, and pushed back with a tacit understanding, the front pushed back, and the back was even more backward, otherwise they would be pushed to the front as cannon fodder.

None of the people present were stupid, it was clear that for a while, except for all the gods and powers, everyone got out of the way, and no one wanted to be the first to come out.

Some people just left, they couldn't stand this kind of scene, and they were afraid of being alone, and they couldn't stay anymore.

As the first person left, one after another, more and more people followed, and finally looked at Wu Qingyang's eyes, no longer full of hostility, some just admired and helpless.

Before leaving, many people smiled and nodded at him, expressing their goodwill and willingness to make friends with him.

Wu Qingyang didn't even look at them, his plain face revealed a sense of confidence, confidence in his own strength, raised his head and looked at the sky, at this time the sky was like a cake that had been cut, forming a spectacle.

Said to the air: "If you don't do it, I'll leave, and if you want to kill me in the future, you won't have the opportunity today." ”

The erratic words were scattered in the ears of everyone, and everyone knew who they were talking to.

As the words landed, Wu lightly raised the momentum above his head and turned into a long knife of several thousand zhang, and the knife pointed at the power of the gods, which was provocative.

The Avatar Cultivator, who was still hesitating, saw his arrogant attitude and unstoppable sword intent, and he gave up fighting for the storage bag and soul fire in his heart.

What they are most afraid of is not the sword intent itself, but whether Wu Qingyang still has a more powerful hole card, and the apprentice of the Dragon Butterfly Demon King can't think according to ordinary logic.

It only took one knife to kill the Dry Bone Ancestor, and it is difficult to say how many of them were taken away before they died, if there is no soul fire, you can still try it, and it is good to be resurrected after death, but now Wu Qingyang is holding the soul fire in his hand, and if he accidentally scatters his soul, the gains outweigh the losses.

Some glared angrily, some admired, some disdainful, and the god-transforming monks with different expressions all chose to leave.

In this way, above the nine heavens, thousands of zhang of momentum condensed the sword, scared off more than a dozen gods, and broke through the feat of ten thousand enemies, drawing a thick stroke in the long river of history.

From the ground, you can see the long knife condensed by Wu Qingyang's momentum, and the unintentional sword light splits through layers of clouds and mist, thousands of feet away, as if the emperor of the sword in the world and the emperor of the sword.

Since then, Wu Qingyang has had many names, some people call him the Black Knife, some people call him the Sword Emperor, with the Yuan Infant Realm and the power of the gods, the Butterfly Sand faction is also famous all over the world, first there is the Dragon Butterfly Demon King to open the sect to establish the ancestor, and then there is the peerless swordsman Wu Qingyang.

All the major sects in the world have sent good gifts, stretched out olive branches, to make friends and become allies, and to send spirit stones and treasures, hundreds of sects including more than a dozen first-class sects, and at the same time to take care of a sect at the level of a third-class sect, looking at ancient and modern times, it is a unique case.

If Wu Qingyang just killed a god power, there might be a lot, but definitely not so much, what is the key? It is the person he killed.

The dry bone ancestor made too many enemies during his lifetime, Wu Qingyang killed him, how many people he helped take revenge, the former monks, now many of them have grown up with the existence of the old sect master, so they naturally come to thank him.

The Butterfly Killing Sect's heritage is barely enough, and the exercises and spirit stone treasures are enough.

The second thing Wu Qingyang did next was still to kill, but the people in the sect he killed, those who were stealing and playing tricks, those who were lazy and confused, and those who bullied their disciples.

After this set of rules, tens of thousands of people died at his hands, and for a while, the blood of the gate of the Butterfly Killing Sect flowed with mercury, like a small river, falling down the sky, turning into a blood-colored waterfall, which was extremely spectacular.

The entire colorful butterfly exuded a smell of blood, all the living beings bowed their heads and trembled, and were dumped by the strong murderous aura, among these dead people, there were many strong people, most of them were Yuan Ying Consummation, but Wu Qingyang did not hesitate, he killed with a knife, and he was not worried about reducing the overall strength of the Butterfly Killing Sect at all.

The only three avatar gods also stabilized, and decided to follow Wu Qingyang, determined to carry forward the Butterfly Killing Sect, and tens of thousands of new disciples worshiped him.

Then the name started again, scared away 10,000 people and slaughtered 10,000 people, it was extremely ferocious, inhumane, and everyone knew it, some people thought he was good, and another part of people thought he was very bad, the two statements did not give in to each other, and finally the extremely respected god monk came out to calm down.

The evaluation of Wu Qingyang, both good and evil, the true colors of a man, the disciple of the dragon saucer, the black knife is unstoppable.

In just a few months, the Butterfly Killing Faction was united and united, and the next Butterfly Killing Faction was thriving, and Wu Qingyang still went out to challenge others.

Until one day, after returning to the sect and handing over the position of suzerain to others, he wandered elsewhere and never heard from him again.

Until now, if it weren't for Steward Lu accidentally reading ancient books, no one would have known that he would actually suppress evil things.

Steward Lu looked at the Qianzhang Black Light Knife in the distance, and muttered: "The first generation of sect masters is a kind person, when my father was a half-old child, he almost fell off the cliff and died here, but he was rescued by a generation of sect masters passing by, that kind of high-ranking existence, will save an insignificant child, hehe."

Speaking of this, he shook his head with a smile, I don't know if he was lamenting Wu Qingyang's excellence, or denying the indifference of the current immortal cultivation world, since the Earth Demon Sect was powerful, it was not suppressing evil, and everything was moving towards the outside of the track.

After Fan Yue next to him heard it, he suddenly thought of a person in his mind, falling into the sky! I don't know why his face appeared, his face was gloomy, and he said, "Godfather, let's take a closer look."

"Okay, but you have to follow me, be careful of danger." Steward Lu nodded in agreement, then grabbed Fan Yue's arm and flew forward with him.

Maybe he was too concerned about the black knife and didn't pay attention to the change in Fan Yue's tone.

Now Fan Yue lowered his head, feeling a sense of irritability in his heart, at first he liked this person who was happy to take revenge and dared to kill, but when he heard Steward Lu's words and saved people, his favorability dropped rapidly, and he said secretly: "After all, he is an indecisive person, no wonder he died here!

I don't know when, a few thin gray lines gathered around Fan Yue, and they have been following behind him, like hair, difficult to find.

It took another hour, and when he came closer, the black light knife appeared bigger and stronger, and a dry bone appeared, the bone glowed with jade light, even in the face of the black light that devoured the color, it was not afraid, and it reflected each other, quite obviously.

There are two storage bags next to the dry bones, which are difficult to find if you don't look closely, if it weren't for the gold thread pattern, Fan Yue wouldn't have seen it.

Staring at the two storage bags, Fan Yue had already lost his mind, his mind was full of treasures, there were endless spirit stones, countless spirit treasures and pills, plus soul fire, as long as he could get the storage bags, then his combat power would increase significantly, and at that time, it would be even more comfortable to torture the falling sky!

Thinking about it, I couldn't stop taking a step on my feet, and then took another step faster, running faster and faster, shaking off Steward Lu's hand and heading towards the storage bag.

Suddenly, Steward Lu's voice shouted, "Yue'er, what are you going to do, come back to me!" The tone was very nervous, as if he was in great danger, his whole body was fried, and his long beard and white eyebrows were scattered everywhere by the aura.

In an instant, Steward Lu had already come to Fan Yue to block his way, opened his arms, and asked with a concerned expression: "Yue'er, what's wrong with you? Don't go over, don't go, calm down, and control yourself with reason! Don't let the evil fairy control your desires!"

However, no matter how Steward Lu shouted, Fan Yue was like dementia, his eyes were not bright, he stared at the storage bag in a daze, and murmured, "I want, I want."

Seeing this, Steward Lu didn't persuade him anymore, now the situation is very dangerous, the evil thing is dead, but the air is still filled with demonic energy, it is easy to deceive people, Fan Yue was taken advantage of.

Special situations need to be solved in a special way.

He wanted to wake Fan Yue up! He kicked forward with his feet hard, and when he came to Fan Yue, his dry arm with countless blood vessels suddenly swung out, and the sandbag-sized fist hit Fan Yue's chest and heart, all of which was deliberately done by Steward Lu.

The huge force penetrated his body, Fan Yue was shocked, his heart suddenly stopped, and after two breaths, he jumped up again, his brain returned blood, his head swelled, bringing severe pain, and a mouthful of blood sprayed all over Steward Lu's body.

A short loss of consciousness can interrupt the desire control in his mind, and after coming back to his senses, Fan Yue saw his godfather full of blood in front of him, and was about to speak, Steward Lu preemptively said: "Quick! calm down, aura to protect the body!"

The tone was hurried, Fan Yue immediately reacted, and acted according to the instructions of the godfather, until a faint golden light appeared on his body, and Steward Lu let out a sigh of relief, withdrew his fist, wiped his wrinkled face with his hand, and his expression gradually relaxed.