"Bang bang!"

As several wind blades passed by, the warlock's broken limbs fell to the ground.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was not very loud, but it was like a heavy drum beating in the hearts of Jiang Chen and others.

At this moment, many warlocks on the platform had different expressions, including sighs, anger, panic, fear...

In just a few breaths, the two living fellow Taoists turned into pieces of corpses, so quickly that they had no time to rescue them.

The scene in front of them also gave everyone present a clearer understanding of the [Xunlong Sect].

These are a group of demons who have lost their emotions.

Behind the crowd, Jiang Chen and others also had different expressions.

Although these two people had targeted Jiang Chen just now, seeing these two people die tragically here, not only did he not feel any joy in his heart, but he felt a sense of sadness as if a rabbit had died.

Although it is these two people who died tragically now, it will be their turn soon, and the [Xunlong Cult] will definitely not let anyone here go.

At this time, Li Wen also looked sad.

He glanced at the people of [Xunlong Cult] through the gap in the crowd, then turned his head to look at Jiang Chen, and asked in a low voice.

"Fourth, these beasts from [Xunlong Sect] are serious, what should we do?"

Jiang Chen shook his head slightly, looked up at Ning Chun, who was smiling charmingly in the [Xunlong Sect] team opposite, and replied softly.

"In the face of absolute strength, all plans are useless."

"Now there is the 'Three Days Absolute Formation' outside, and there are people from the [Xunlong Sect] inside, so I don't have any good ideas."

"All we can do now is to retain our strength, wait for opportunities and then find ways to get out of trouble."

Hearing Jiang Chen's words, Li Wen could only shake his head helplessly.

At this moment, the wretched middle-aged man in the [Xunlong Cult] team spoke again.

"Hehe~ I'm so sorry, I didn't stop for a moment and made you laugh."

As soon as these words came out, many warlocks were slightly angry in their hearts, but they also dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

The wretched middle-aged man didn't care about everyone's reaction at all. He chuckled and continued.

"I don't want to say what I said a second time. Can you hand over all the spiritual fluid in your body now?"

There was still no reaction from anyone.

Seeing everyone's performance, the wretched middle-aged man smiled instead of getting angry.

"Hehe~ Very good!"

The next moment, the wind blade reappeared, and another young warlock in the crowd was cut into pieces by the wind blade.

Seeing this, someone pointed angrily at the wretched middle-aged man: "You..."

"Me what?"

Killing a person is like squeezing an insignificant ant to death for a wretched middle-aged man. He smiled nonchalantly and said.

"This is what happens if you don't listen to me. If you don't hand over the spiritual liquid, I will kill all of you one by one, and then I will slowly search for the spiritual liquid myself."

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, the warlocks present were immediately shocked. They did not doubt the authenticity of the wretched middle-aged man's words.

Especially those young sorcerers in the crowd who came out to practice with the elders of the sect, felt a sense of fear and uneasiness in their hearts.

Of the three people killed by the wretched middle-aged man just now, two were young warlocks.

Compared with earth-level warlocks who can withstand the attack of the wind blade, these mysterious-level warlocks don't have much resistance at all.

Just as everyone was having different thoughts, a familiar scene appeared again. Several wind blades appeared out of thin air and struck directly at a young warlock in the crowd.

The young man didn't react at all when the wind blade appeared. Fortunately, an elderly warlock beside him used a talisman to resist the wind blade's attack.

However, the next moment more wind blades appeared in the air.

In the end, the young warlock died tragically under the wind blade in the sad eyes of the old warlock.

The young man had just died tragically, and the wretched middle-aged man chuckled like a devil.

"Hehe~ Have you thought about it now?"

This time, someone in the crowd finally responded.

"If we hand over the spiritual liquid, can you let us go?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the [Xunlong Sect] was startled, and then they all laughed out loud as if they had heard some funny joke.

"Hahaha!"

The wretched middle-aged man even bent over with an exaggerated smile. After his laughter stopped, he pointed at the person who just spoke and said.

"You said you are so old, how could you still ask such an innocent question?"

"Even if I tell you that I will let you go if you hand over the spiritual liquid, do you dare to believe it?"

After hearing this, the person who just spoke blushed and said in anger.

"Anyway, we're going to die anyway, so why do we have to hand over the spiritual liquid?"

"No! No! No!" The wretched middle-aged man shook his head exaggeratedly and said, "There is still a difference between the two!"

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the wretched middle-aged man paused for a moment, and then said slowly.

"If you obediently hand over the spiritual liquid, I will give you a happy death."

"Hehe~ What do you think of the conditions I give you?"

After the wretched middle-aged man finished speaking, a roar of curses suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"Fellow Taoists, everyone on the left and right is dead. Instead of bowing to the evil spirits of these [Xunlong Cult], we might as well fight with them directly."

"Yes, if you fight with these beasts, you will have to hold someone on your back even if you die!"

"Fight hard and never bow to the [Xunlong Cult]!"

For a time, the crowd here was furious and there were constant shouts of curses.

Seeing this scene, the expression on the face of the wretched middle-aged man changed for the first time.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and then he frowned tightly.

The next moment, countless wind blades hit everyone directly.

Facing the incoming wind blade, many warlocks were well prepared and immediately waved their magic weapons to resist the attack of the wind blade.

Thanks to everyone's joint defense, there were no casualties this time.

The wretched middle-aged man frowned. Just when he was about to attack again, someone suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a moment!"

To everyone's surprise, the person who spoke to stop the wretched middle-aged man from continuing to attack was none other than someone from the [Xunlong Cult].

The wretched middle-aged man turned to look at Ning Chun who walked out of the crowd and asked doubtfully.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Chun did not immediately answer the wretched middle-aged man's words, but looked up at the crowd opposite and said softly.

"Brother Jiang Chen, we meet old friends, why don't you come out and meet us?"

After hearing Ning Chun's words, this time it was everyone's turn in the [Xunlong Sect] to show signs of astonishment.

"Jiang Chen? Is he the young man who caused Xie Ying to suffer setbacks one after another?"

"I heard that he is a disciple of that old guy Xuanchengzi. I think he will inherit that old guy's mantle."

"More than ten years ago, that old guy led many sects and aristocratic families to severely damage our [Xunlong Sect]. Unexpectedly, his disciples would now come out to fight against [Xunlong Sect]?"

"Haha, after hearing what you said, I want to get to know this young man well?"

"I just don't know if this young man who is rumored to have performed miracles many times can perform miracles again today?"

"Hahaha~ I'm waiting to see too!"
Chapter completed!