The aura of a strong man in the Soul Realm fell on everyone instantly.
Some disciples could not bear the pressure and sat directly on the ground while trembling all over.
Fan Shijing gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to kill us, Tai Dao Sect will not let you go."
The Crazy Swordsman laughed: "Even if I don't kill you, will you be able to let me go if you are too powerful?"
He suddenly raised the long knife in his hand and rushed directly into the crowd, the sword energy burst out suddenly.
Phew! Phew!
Several disciples were caught off guard and were instantly penetrated by the sword energy and fell to the ground.
Red blood oozed out, and everyone was terrified.
He was killed in an instant, and there was no room for him to fight back. How could he fight?
"Let's go separately!" Fan Shijing made a prompt decision and led a group of Zangxiu Peak disciples to leave.
Although there were many demon cultivators surrounding them, the inner disciples present reacted very quickly. In just a few breaths, two or three people had already rushed out.
The mad swordsman crossed his arms and revealed a cruel smile, as if he didn't care about these disciples escaping.
Suddenly, several inner disciples who were about to escape screamed in agony, and then their heads were thrown in.
"Crazy Swordsman, I need some people to experiment with my formation. Why don't you give them to me." A man in black robes came out.
Seeing this man in black robe, the mad swordsman put away the arrogance on his face and said respectfully: "Master Jackdaw, if you want these people, just take them."
The man in black robe smiled and said: "Jiejie, I have been practicing formation for so many years, but I have never tried using disciples from these major sects. It is your blessing that you can be the testing stone for my formation."
He suddenly pointed at a Tianjian Peak disciple from afar and said lightly: "Swallow him."
"Wha...what?" The disciple was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly found that at some point, there were a group of bloody arms under his feet.
These arms suddenly shot out from the ground, grabbed the disciple's clothes, and dragged him into the ground.
"Senior brother, save me, senior brother!" The disciple of Tianjian Peak shouted in despair, but in the blink of an eye, his shouts suddenly stopped.
A ball of blood floated out from the broken ground and was swallowed by the man in black robe.
"Yes, the disciples of these large sects are pampered and their flesh and blood are much more delicious than those of casual cultivators. Unfortunately, there are still too few of them." The man in black robe said with a satisfied smile.
All the inner disciples present felt a chill in their hearts.
A living person was killed in front of them.
Originally, the opponent's strong souls were enough to make people despair, but the appearance of the formation master now made everyone give up their last thoughts.
This time, I'm afraid there is no chance of survival.
A touch of blood gradually spread around everyone.
All the disciples who were touched by the blood had all their mana melted, screamed shrilly, and eventually died miserably.
Fan Shijing gritted his teeth and said: "The left and right are also dead, let's fight with them!"
The Zangxiu Peak disciples behind him worked together to form a sword formation to resist the surging blood energy from all around.
Looking at the other side, the disciples of Tianjian Peak suddenly fell into chaos without anyone directing them.
thump!
Suddenly, Song Zhuxiu knelt on the ground and shouted: "Don't kill me, I am willing to surrender to you."
The man in black robe's eyes flashed slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the blood energy dispersed from Song Zhuxiu's side.
"Surrender, do you have the capital?" The man in black robe sneered.
Song Zhuxiu said quickly: "I have a request for help here. As long as I send out a signal, other Tai Dao Sect disciples around here will come. You can take as many disciples' flesh and blood as you want!"