Who is Su Xuan! The evil lord who killed with iron blood all the way! The Shura who turned the tide and occupied the whole world by himself! Even though Su Xuan's current strength cannot be ranked among the top, it is not comparable to trash like Han Qi.
Even among the top ten geniuses of Xuanzong, how many can compare with him?
During this period of time, Su Xuan really did not pay attention to Han Qi and others, no more than flies.
If a fly occasionally flies by your ear, would you swat it?
Same reason.
Su Xuan ignored Han Qi and others.
But at this moment, Su Xuan found them an eyesore.
So I took action.
At this moment, in the ancient city of Haoran, not a single monk above the seventh level was present.
Under such circumstances, Su Xuan found it difficult not to be arrogant! "You are looking for death!"
"He is an accomplice of evil, kill him!"
"Damn it, how dare you be so rampant in our Book and Sword Alliance!"
Everyone shouted loudly.
Su Xuan raised his eyebrows.
"boom!"
He drew out his sword and killed the most shouting group of monks from the Book and Sword Alliance.
Following the explosion, the monks were immediately bloody and bloody, screaming in agony.
This sword killed at least fifty people! Everyone was stunned, and then they became as silent as cicadas, and their whole bodies were as cold as ice.
How cruel is this?
"Who do you think is more ruthless than Yaoxie?"
Su Xuan sneered, naturally he would not tolerate them.
"You...how..." someone yelled.
But the next moment.
"boom!"
Another sword slashed out.
The screams continued to echo.
"Did I ask you to speak?"
Su Xuan said coldly.
Everyone's faces turned green with fear.
Your sister! Didn’t you ask first?
Quite unreasonable, right?
But at this moment, they no longer dared to speak and looked at Sun Huangyuan and others as if asking for help.
Sun Huangyuan woke up as if from a dream.
His face became ferocious.
"Young face, you hide it so well!"
He growled, still not feeling that Su Xuan was his opponent! "If you let me take action, you will have no chance."
Su Xuan whispered coldly and looked at Yang Yue.
Yang Yue's eyes trembled.
Is this the real Su Xuan?
Yang Yue felt strange and a little scared.
Was the frivolity in the past all just pretense?
Why is Su Xuan like this?
Yang Yue thought blankly, unable to recover for a moment.
"Go up, go up, catch him!"
Sun Huangyuan shouted sharply.
For a moment, all the stronger monks here rushed towards Su Xuan like wolves and tigers.
"Little bastard, do you really think you can be arrogant here?"
Xu Qianlong shouted sharply.
Su Xuan looked indifferent.
"I do recognize you."
Su Xuan whispered.
The sword box behind his back was invisible, but when Su Xuan stretched out his hand behind his back, the majestic sword intent began to condense instantly.
"It's been a year, day and night.
Before leaving Tiannan, I can kill the seventh level.
What about now?"
Su Xuan said to himself as if there was no one around.
Xu Qianlong, who was rushing the fastest, heard it, and so did the monks behind him.
They were stunned.
Seventh level?
Spiritual Emperor?
No, it's impossible! No matter how strong a pretty boy is, how strong can he be?
They comfort themselves, and then act brutally.
"die!"
A low growl echoed.
But it stopped abruptly the next moment.
"Clang!"
Su Xuan drew his sword, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, drowning the monks in front of Su Xuan.
The sword fell silently.
Qi gathers like a dragon.
In the distance, Sun Huangyuan was stunned for a moment, and then his hair stood on end.
He felt a fatal threat.
How is it possible?
Su Xuan's simple and unpretentious sword actually made his liver and gallbladder burst.
Impossible! Impossible! Sun Huangyuan screamed in his heart.
But the next moment.
He was shaken all over, turned around and ran away.
As far as the eye can see, there is no one around Su Xuan! With one sword...Xu Qianlong and others were wiped out! Sun Huangyuan almost died of fright.
What the hell is this?
He screamed inwardly.
But the next moment.
"If I want to run away now, where can I go?"
Su Xuan's cold voice sounded.
"ah!"
Sun Huangyuan turned around and immediately saw Su Xuan chasing after him like a ghost.
"Don't come here, or I'll kill Yang Yue!"
Sun Huangyuan screamed.
"You lay a finger on her, and I will suppress you for a hundred years, and I will pierce your heart with thousands of swords every day!"
Su Xuan replied coldly.
"Your uncle!"
Sun Huangyuan was really frightened.
You must know that the one who took action before was a sixth-order spiritual emperor, but he was still destroyed by Su Xuan with one sword?
What kind of strength is this?
At least Sun Huangyuan is not his opponent.
"call out!"
He threw Yang Yue away hard, hoping that Su Xuan would give up chasing him.
But Sun Huangyuan was desperate.
Because Su Xuan didn't even look at Yang Yue.
"What are you doing? Aren't you going to save Yang Yue?"
Sun Huangyuan roared.
"Who said I was going to save her? I came to kill you."
Su Xuan sneered.
Sun Huangyuan: "..." Where did this lunatic come from! What kind of pervert is he? Sun Huangyuan almost cried.
"ah!"
He roared and reached his maximum speed.
But... "Boom!"
A slash of the sword was like the sky pressing down.
Sun Huangyuan was desperate.
"I'll fuck your 18th generation ancestor!"
He issued his last words.
Then, there was nothing more, and he was cut in half by Su Xuan with a sword.
These so-called geniuses are nothing more than a matter of swordsmanship in Su Xuan's eyes at this moment.
soon.
Su Xuan walked to Yang Yue, who was lying not far away.
Sun Huangyuan's throw directly injured her severely.
"Can you get up?"
Su Xuan raised his eyebrows.
Yang Yue was fine at first, but when Su Xuan said these words, she felt inexplicably aggrieved.
"Give me my father back!"
Her eyes were a little red and she said stubbornly.
"If you are like this, your father will only have one breath left. How can you get out alive?"
Su Xuan laughed disdainfully.
"You don't have to worry about it!"
Yang Yue shouted.
Although...Yang Yue knew she shouldn't yell at Su Xuan like this, but she couldn't hold it back inexplicably.
"Do I care about you?"
Su Xuan sneered and grabbed Yang Yue directly.
"You..." "I'm just a stupid woman like you. I let you live because I just want to humiliate you."
Su Xuan put Yang Yue into the Hengtian Furnace while she screamed angrily.
It was obviously impossible for Su Xuan to say something to comfort Yang Yue.
How could he, an evil cultivator, comfort a Lily who likes women?
Don't be stupid, Su Xuan is not stupid.
Su Xuan clapped his hands and headed towards the three mountains and five peaks.
At this time, in the Hengtian Furnace.
This is a treasure that is both space-like and secret.
Although his rank was very low, Su Xuan never gave up.
Because of the Eternal Heaven Furnace, it can collect living beings.
This is the only treasure in Su Xuan's body that has this ability.
Yang Yue turned blue with anger and couldn't help but curse.
But soon, Yang Yue saw Yang Jiyuan and ran over in a hurry.
After discovering that Yang Jiyuan was only seriously injured and would not die, he exhaled, but tears flowed down his face.
A long time passed.
Yang Yuecai looked at the Hengtian Furnace.
Suddenly, Yang Yue was shocked.
The Hengtian Furnace is not big, and there are some complete withered bones in it... These are the enemies that Su Xuan captured in the past. Some were seriously injured and died, and some were forgotten and left there, and they were worn out over time... "He will not ignore it.
Let's..." Yang Yue was very worried, with a worried look on her face.
Is this just out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den?
...Yunmiao Peak.
Compared to the commotion of other peaks, this peak seems a bit quiet.
Wu Nianshen is here, and many geniuses from the Book and Sword Alliance are also there.
Even the head of the Jianwen Academy is here.
Compared with other dean masters who entered the depths, he stayed here! According to dean Jianwen, instead of fighting for the inheritance in the Confucius Temple, it is better to stay far away and seek the nearer, and directly choose the visible dragon and phoenix luck.
At this moment, the young master, the peak master, the courtyard master and other powerful people all went to the depths.
And on Yunmiao Peak.
In addition to them, there are also some stubborn monks from the Book and Sword Alliance.
They... disobey Wu Chengjun! They are like stubborn cows, insisting on the greatness in their hearts.
As a result, they were all hanged up and became prisoners.
At this moment.
Half of the monks in the Three Mountains and Five Peaks are here, and the other half are deep in the Confucius Temple.
The director of the prison school sneered at this.
What is so great about this era? Only those who understand current affairs are heroes! And this is also the case.
At this moment, he is full of energy, but those who are stubborn are about to die miserably.
"Thief!"
The shouts echoed.
At this moment on Yunmiao Peak.
The head of the Jianwen Academy, Xu Chufeng, Wu Nianshen and others are not stained with dust.
But in front of them, about fifty people were chained, their bodies sealed by spiritual soldiers, and they were lying on the ground.
Most of them are elderly.
There are only a small number of young people.
There are a lot of people, but compared to such a big book and sword alliance, they are pitifully small.
There were several old men with deep sadness shining in their eyes.
Although they have known for a long time that the persistence and pride of the Book and Sword Alliance are not much left.
But seeing this scene, it was still full of sadness.
"Having a banquet with me, why bother?"
An old man in white robe persuaded: "Today's Book and Sword Alliance needs this kind of reform, you don't have to act out of emotion!"
"Zhao Qiu, shut up, me! What qualifications do you have to speak, a coward who lives an ignoble existence!"
Mr. Yan yelled angrily.
His name is Yan Changling, and he is an extremely virtuous and respected elder in the Book and Sword Alliance.
Among these people, he is the senior one.
"Stubborn!"
Zhao Qiu snorted coldly, his expression a little ugly.
"Qi Yue, where are you!"
Wu Nianshen said coldly.
What he was referring to was a genius whose strength was somewhat inferior to him.
"Wu Nianshen, I used to feel that I was inferior to you.
But now, I feel that you are far inferior to me."
Qi Yue sneered: "Although I am afraid, I will never abandon the faith in my heart."
"Then you go die!"
Wu Nianshen's face looked a little cold.
During this period, he was obviously not feeling well.
Wu Nianshen rolled up his sleeves.
"Prisoner, there is no need to say anything more to them.
They are just mud and cannot hold up the wall!"
Wu Nianshen snorted coldly and left directly.
"Let them fend for themselves here!"
Zhao Qiu also sneered.
Soon, several people left.
At this moment, they have to absorb the luck of dragon and phoenix, so there is no time to talk nonsense with them.
If you don't give in, then you will die. Wu Chengjun obviously wants to eliminate these disobedient people this time.
"Dad, are we going to die?"
Among the fifty or so people, Wen Qingmei was also there.
She looked at her father Wen Buliang with a blank expression.
"Qingmei, I'm sorry."
Wen Buliang's eyes were very red.
Over the years, he has held on to the greatness in his heart.
Even now, I can't rest assured.
As a father, he should not put Wen Qingmei into danger.
But as a Haoran monk, he didn't want his daughter to give up her due persistence.
Wen Qingmei pursed her lips, with fear in her eyes, but more of a look of persistence.
"Even if I survive by hand to mouth, I won't be happy."
Wen Qingmei hugged her father, her little body shaking constantly.
How many people are not afraid of life and death?
Wen Qingmei is also afraid.
But in her little mind, she had already understood that people cannot live just for the sake of living.
"Good daughter."
Wen Buliang choked up and didn't know what to say.
"I hope the little thief doesn't come back to save me."
Wen Qingmei suddenly said, thinking of Su Xuan.
Inexplicably, she felt that Su Xuan would come back.
Thinking of Su Xuan's handsome face, Wen Qingmei couldn't help but whisper.
Wen Buliang was startled, then smiled bitterly.
At this time, how could Su Xuan still come?
Isn't that looking for death? Wen Buliang never thought that pretty boy had such courage.
Wen Buliang sighed and stroked the head of the obedient Wen Qingmei.
His thoughts were racing, thinking that maybe he could be cowardly for a moment before he died.
In this way, his precious daughter would not have to die.
But Wen Buliang didn’t expect it.
The pretty boy in his heart was currently walking on the path of Yunmiao Peak.
At this moment, the fortune of dragon and phoenix in the huge Yunmiao Peak is boiling!