Wen Yi's impression of the Delei family has been blurred a lot. After all, he stayed in the Delei family for a relatively short time after coming to this world. Of course, he didn't really have a good impression of the family. What he remembers the most is the deep-seated hatred. De Lei
Lei family, I have come to take revenge. The blood debt must be paid with blood.
Putting away Longma Tianyu, who had been tired for several days, Wen Yi drew out the sacred sword.
With a loud "Boom!", the main hall of the Delei family collapsed.
The two martial arts elders and a dozen stewards who were discussing matters in the hall were shattered to pieces, and dozens of family guards guarding the hall also died.
The Delei family is in chaos, and tens of thousands of family members who have lost their backbone are running around...
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
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Although many Delei family disciples escaped, Wen Yi did not pursue them. It didn't matter. A family that didn't even have a martial artist wanted to occupy such a large territory? I wonder how many big families would target the Delei family.
Haha! Delei family, it would be boring to kill you all at once. It would be nice to leave a few pieces of trash behind and let you bear the pain of having your family broken up and living under someone else's roof.
Such a large Delei family residence was razed to the ground by Wen Yi, and no rubble remained. Although Wen Yi was already very "merciful" and did not kill everyone, the powerful power of Wu Sheng wiped out a large area, tens of thousands of Delei
The corpses of the family's children were scattered everywhere, and the water of Delei River was dyed red.
"Zhuang Yun, go back to your family at the end of the year to plead guilty, otherwise, this will be your fate." Wen Yi waved his sword, and these words of blood were left on the center of the Delei family's residence a thousand meters away.
Tooth for tooth!
"De Lei family, Wen Yi is back." He wrote a few scarlet words again, and Wen Yi stood up with his sword.
Langfang City!
With a loud "Boom!", the Delei family's residence in Langfang City collapsed again.
"Who are you? Dare to cause trouble in Langfang City?" A martial saint heard the sound and came.
"Who am I? Haha!" Wen Yi looked at the flying Martial Saint with a smile.
"Zhuang Yun, go back to your family at the end of the year to plead guilty, otherwise, this will be your fate." Wen Yi waved his knife again and left a line of bloody characters.
"De Lei family, Wen Yi is back." Still the same message.
"How can you remember a little person like me? When the Delei family killed my whole family in your bullshit Langfang City, why didn't you show up at that time? Interesting! This time, you came out pretty quickly. Why, you
Do you want to keep me?" Wen Yi said with a smile, the distance between the two parties was close to 1,500 meters.
Wen Yi can see through the opponent's cultivation, so the gap between the two sides will not be too big. It's really strange, why is it only 1,500 meters? Looking at the other person's age, he is probably five or six hundred years old.
"Hmph! I don't care who you are? You dare to cause trouble in our Langfang City. Do you think you can leave?" The black-clothed Martial Saint also pulled out a big sword.
Langfang City is jointly maintained by several big families. After all, this is the center where all the big families gather, and it involves huge interests. It is not unusual to have Wusheng sitting in the city, but it is just to maintain the dominance of the big families in Langfang City.
Status plays a huge deterrent effect. Wen Yi has lived there for many years, so he naturally understands.
"How's it going?" Wen Yi asked the ghost mouse Qiqige in a low voice.
"Don't worry, there is just such a rubbish Martial Saint here." The voice of the ghost mouse Qiqige came, Wen Yi felt relieved.
"Okay, when you draw the big sword, you and your family will be my enemies, Wen Yi. At this time tomorrow, your family will be wiped out, huh!" After Wen Yi finished speaking, he waved the big sword.
Smashed out.
As for whether Wu Sheng's powerful spiritual power fluctuations hurt other people in Langfang City, Wen Yi didn't care. They were all trash from a bunch of families, so they should all die.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
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While fighting, Wen Yi walked around Langfang City, hitting powerful waves of spiritual power, and the entire Langfang City continued to fall into a sea of blood.
The black-robed Martial Saint is very awkward. As the Martial Saint who has been on duty for hundreds of years, if the battle continues, Langfang City will probably be completely razed by the battle.
"Let's go out and fight." The black-clothed Martial Saint said.
"Okay, tell me, which family are you from?" Hundreds of thousands of Langfang City monks ran out of Langfang City and looked at the two powerful martial saints fighting in the sky.
"You..." The black-clothed Martial Saint didn't know what to say.
"Tell me, which family are you from? Let's go out and fight, otherwise, this Langfang City will be destroyed in your hands, haha!" Wen Yi said with a smile.
"You..." Now the black-clothed Martial Saint is in a dilemma. An unruly Martial Saint is probably a rogue cultivator. If he runs into his own family...
After all, this is the first martial arts war, so small psychological tactics are still necessary. Since this guy, as a dignified martial saint, is stationed in this garbage place, it can be seen that the family complex must be very strong.
"What nonsense is Langfang City? My whole family died here. Today is the day for us to take revenge. How dare you, a mere 1,500-year-old Martial Saint, to stop you? Humph! Then just go die." Wen Yi
He said harshly.
After fighting for a long time, Wen Yi gradually became familiar with the battle of Wu Sheng. It was actually not difficult to wield a broadsword in his hand and wield a sword at his feet.
If you don't kill me as a warning to others, you still think that I, Wen Yi, is easy to mess with. There are too many families here. Once these families unite, your road to revenge will be troublesome.
The difference between fighting on the ground and fighting in the sky is huge. Wen Yi can use his movements flexibly on the ground, but it is troublesome in the sky.
What made Wen Yi happy was that the other party was even more awkward than him. Even in the sky, the other party, a Martial Saint of an age, hardly moved at all, but was gradually descending to the ground.
It seems that not all the battles of real martial saints take place in the sky.
In fact, Wen Yi was wrong. Ninety-nine percent of the real martial arts battles took place on the ground. If they were in the sky, firstly, they would be distracted from wielding the sword; secondly, who could wield the sword in any other way? It would greatly affect oneself.
The display of strength.
The battle between the two martial saints who returned to the ground became even more wild. Wen Yi began to gradually adapt to his combat skill "Earth Wind Sword". After all, there was still a difference between daily practice and real combat, and the difference was not small.
Fortunately, Wen Yi's fighting style has always been that his body skills determine the battle.
The crazy battle lasted for a day, with more and more people watching. After all, it was a rare martial holy war. In this martial world, monks are also crazy.
"Isn't this the Martial Saint Jiayang of the Mi Yun family? Who are you offending? The Martial Saint also wants to fight to the death?"
"Brother, you came late and didn't hear. It is said that the young martial saint's family was killed in Langfang City. This Master Jiayang was just a real person on duty in Langfang City. No, there was a fight."
"Oh, it turns out he's the Martial Saint here to seek revenge."
"It's true that Master Jiayang is here to avenge the Delei family. Is it worth it to hook up with a family for the sake of a casual martial arts saint?"
"This young Martial Saint said that Master Jiayang stopped him from taking revenge and wanted to destroy Master Jiayang's Miyun family."
"You are so cruel, you can destroy people's families at every turn."
"You didn't see the rows of blood words in the center of Langfang City. It seems that this young martial saint was killed by the Delei family. If I kill your whole family, will you take revenge? Haha!"
"That's right. If I had the ability, I would be happy to grudge you."
"Yes, this battle is over for Langfang City."
"Let's just destroy it. What we are worried about are those high-ranking families. What do they have to do with us?"
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Wen Yi's speed is getting faster and faster, and his flexible body skills have gradually given Wen Yi an advantage. Master Jiayang is completely exhausted to cope with it.
Almost there.
Although they are both thousand and fifty martial saints, from the perspective of Wen Yi's artistic conception, his super fast speed is the best expression of his "gravity acceleration".
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
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Wen Yi mobilized the demon and earth spiritual power in his inner elixir, and his combat power instantly increased to two thousand talisman. The Jia Yang master, who was tired of dealing with it, was caught off guard by Wen Yi's sudden change. Wen Yi then got close to several hundred
rice.
The fighting distance of Wu Sheng is only that far, and the closer the distance, the more dangerous it is. Wen Yi is not afraid, he is already used to this way of fighting.
Master Jiayang knew that today was no longer possible. The opponent's fighting strength was strong and his movements were fast, so he had little chance of winning.
"Want to run? Haha!" Wen Yi smiled, at such a close distance, can you run if you want to?
Wen Yi's "Earth Wind Sword" emphasizes the arc movement, but Wen Yi's biggest trump card does rebound in a straight line, and Wu Sheng's battle is no exception. Wen Yi, who is charging to the left, makes an unimaginable backlash...
"Bang!"
As Wen Yi's sword was less than 300 meters away from the opponent, the spiritual power he wielded cut off the head of Master Jia Yang who had no time to guard against it.
"Wow!" The millions of monks who were watching were in an uproar. A Martial Saint, a lofty Martial Saint, died like this? Doesn't it mean that it is difficult to distinguish between life and death in a Martial Saint's battle?
"Click!" "Click!"... As Longma Tianyu escaped from the space lock and chewed the body of Zhenren Jiayang, soon, the whole place fell into silence.
This is the final fate of a Martial Saint who was so high-spirited just now. Even spies from other families shuddered. Do you need other shocks?
Still holding the big knife in his hand, as Wen Yi passed by, the tens of thousands of onlookers in front kept moving out of the way...
Wen Yi was indeed a little tired, so he found a relatively remote location and began to meditate and rest. No, this intermediate spirit stone is not very powerful, and there is no spirit wine. The battle of this martial saint consumes so much, just sitting down
It took more than three days to barely recover.
Wen Yi gave up his original plan. At this time, the Mi Yun family who went to Jiayang Zhenren might be ambushed. After all, the news had been spread for a few days. If he faced two martial saints at his current level, he would definitely die.
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It's very simple. Once there are two martial saints, one in the sky and one on the ground, Wen Yi has absolutely no choice. In this case, Wen Yi can only choose to fight in the sky. However, fighting in the sky even if he is facing a martial saint of the same level.
There is no advantage anymore. By then, even if I want to run, I will not even have the advantage of speed.
That's right! What Wu Sheng fears most is to fight one more person. Even if your level is slightly higher, it won't work. As long as the extra Wu Sheng wields more than two holy weapons, the master will be exhausted to deal with it. In addition to dodging
, there is really nothing we can do.
"Earth Wind Sword", as Wen Yi's current conventional fighting method, can already have an advantage over martial saints of the same level. Of course, the premise is that martial saints like Jiayang Zhenren have no combat skills. After all, the ancient warfare that has been passed down to the present
Not very skilled.
As for what really solves the battle, Wen Yi is most accustomed to rebounding in a straight line. After all, a straight line is always the shortest distance.