Hearing the threat from the scarred man, Wang Teng shifted his gaze from Zhuo Fan and others to the scarred man: "Are you threatening me?"
"Humph, you can understand it this way. I advise you not to mind your own business, otherwise..."
The scarred man snorted coldly, but before he could finish his words, a powerful aura suddenly bloomed. Along with the power of the two swords and the terrifying pressure of Wang Teng's aura, it burst out in an instant, like a torrential flood, rolling towards
The scarred man.
"Plop!"
The man with the scar suddenly felt an extremely powerful pressure pressing down on him, like a huge mountain suddenly falling down. He fell to his knees with a "pop" and cracked the ground.
"you……"
The scarred man was immediately horrified, and his heart was shocked beyond measure.
"The secret realm of Dao Palace?"
"How is it possible, you...you only have the cultivation level of the Dao Palace Secret Realm, but you have condensed invincible aura and sword power. Not only that, how can your aura pressure be so powerful?"
The scarred man was horrified and horrified. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him was so powerful. .??.
But the next moment, he realized that he was forced to kneel on the ground by the momentum and aura of the young man in front of him. This was really shameful.
He struggled to stand up, but his eyes suddenly blurred. The young man who was originally standing ten feet away from the opposite side suddenly appeared in front of him, followed by a flash of white light and a cold mouth.
The long sword was placed on his neck.
His body suddenly froze, cold sweat broke out all over his body, boundless fear arose in his heart, and he immediately stopped struggling to stand up: "You...what do you want to do, don't do anything random..."
He was terrified, it was too fast and too strong.
At the same level of cultivation, he didn't even have the slightest chance to resist in front of Wang Teng.
, first he was forced to kneel on the ground by the pressure of Wang Teng's aura and the two forces, and then before he could react, Wang Teng appeared in front of him in a flash. The sword in the scabbard had been unsheathed at some point.
, put it around his neck.
With just a slight movement, you can slit his neck and chop off his head.
Everyone around was shocked.
Everyone was extremely shocked. Looking at Wang Teng, they never thought that Wang Teng, who was also a disciple of Wanjian Sect with Zhuo Fan, could have such terrifying strength.
Especially, he is still so young.
The water spirit girl in the house also stopped screaming and struggling. She raised her head and looked at the peerless Wang Teng in white. As she spoke, she burst out with momentum and pushed the scarred man to his knees on the ground. He put the sharp sword on the ground with a flip of his hand.
On his neck, it controlled his life and death, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"Boss!"
The scarred man's followers were stunned for a long time, and finally woke up. They immediately exclaimed, then left the water spirit girl and surrounded Wang Teng. The knives in their hands still exuded a faint smell of blood.
"Boy, let go of our boss, otherwise even if you are a disciple of Wanjian Sect, we will kill you without a burial place!"
A strong man growled at Wang Teng.
Wang Teng held his left hand behind his back, and held the Jingfeng Sword steadily with his right hand, resting it on the scarred man's neck. Hearing the strong man's scolding and threats, he squinted from the corner of his eye, and the Jingfeng Sword in his hand suddenly trembled.
"puff!"
There are no unnecessary words.
The Jingfeng Sword suddenly cut off the scarred man's head like tofu, and blood spurted out instantly.
The scarred man's pupils shrank and his eyes bulged, his eyes full of disbelief and strong unwillingness.
He didn't expect that Wang Teng would be so decisive and decisive, almost without thinking, just like killing a chicken or a cow, he killed him without blinking an eye.
"what did you just say?"
Wang Teng then turned his head, his tone was calm, without any emotion, and his eyes fell on the strong man.
The strong man threatened Wang Teng with force just now. Now when he saw Wang Teng beheading the scarred man in Feng Qingyundan, and also asked him so calmly, as if he had done something extremely trivial, his indifferent eyes made him feel inexplicable.
Feeling endless panic.
"me……"
He opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.
"Tsk!"
A cold sword light, like lightning, suddenly bloomed and reflected in his pupils. Before he could react and raise his sword to resist, the cold sword light fell on him mercilessly, killing him on the spot.
Split in half, blood spurted out and splashed all over the floor!
"hiss……"
The people watching all around suddenly stood on their heads and took a breath of cold air. Looking at the scene in front of them, they were all silent and cold. They looked at the young man dressed in white and standing with a sword in his eyes.
All were filled with fear.
The remaining seven desperadoes, even though they were used to seeing life and death, and licking blood from their swords all the time, could not help but be terrified when they saw the scene in front of them. Their two bodies were fighting, and their whole bodies could not help but tremble.
Especially when Wang Teng glanced at him, several people finally couldn't withstand the pressure. They dropped their weapons one after another, knelt down, and kowtowed to Wang Teng: "Young... Young hero, spare your life, we were wrong, we were wrong."
No, we will never dare to do it again, young hero, spare your life, spare your life..."
The seven people were completely shocked by Wang Teng's iron-blooded and ruthless methods. They had never seen such a cruel person. He cut off the scarred man's head with one sword, and then chopped the strong man with a sword, killing him alive.
Split in half, the visual impact on them was so great that it hit their souls directly.
At this moment, they couldn't muster up even the slightest courage to resist. Their fighting spirit collapsed, their courage was shattered, and they had no fighting spirit in the face of Wang Teng.
"pick it up."
Wang Teng's eyes fell on the weapons they threw on the ground, and he spoke calmly.
"Young hero, have mercy on me, young hero, have mercy on me, we don't dare to do it anymore, we don't dare to do it anymore, please, young hero, please spare us once..."
How dare everyone pick up the weapons on the ground? They just kowtowed to Wang Teng and begged for mercy. Even their scalps were broken and their foreheads were covered with blood, and they didn't dare to stop.
"I said, pick it up."
Wang Teng spoke again, his eyes full of indifference, without any emotional fluctuations, and his tone unquestionable.
"Young hero..."
The seven people were trembling all over. Wang Teng's unquestionable tone forced them to pick up the weapons they had dropped on the ground.
But the next moment.
The few people who had just picked up the weapons felt their eyes flash, and a white shadow appeared in front of them as if teleporting. The moment they picked up the weapons, the sword light flashed like lightning, one after another, bringing out strings of bright red blood.
Oh, take their lives.
"you……"
A blood mark appeared on the necks of several people, and blood oozed out. Several people's pupils shrank, and they stared at Wang Teng, whose figure was overlapping and solid. They opened their mouths, and then their heads rolled off their necks and fell to the ground, making "Bang" sounds.