There are more and more Blood Sword Sect disciples around, including some elders and other high-level officials.
They all looked at Wang Xuan and others with complicated expressions. How powerful it must be to be able to make a sect leader and elder unable to fight back.
Looking at Zhan Changfeng who was kneeling on the ground, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the iron sword stabbed out, hitting him in the chest.
"Since before I entered the Blood Sword Sect, I have been hunted down by the Zhan and Shen families. After I joined the sect, I have been endlessly persecuted and hunted. To be honest, my impression of the Blood Sword Sect is not very good. That's great, if it weren't for a few good friends and Master's help, I wouldn't be like this."
"But you should never torture my master to death, even if he is my former master, that is not okay."
After finishing speaking, Wang Xuan slowly stirred the iron sword in his hand, and the blood flowed faster and faster.
Already on the verge of death, Zhan Changfeng's eyes were sharp and he was about to break out and hurt someone. Unexpectedly, Ling Lao snorted and the momentum he had just gathered was shattered like a bubble.
After the sword in his hand rotated once, Wang Xuan slowly took out the long sword in his hand.
Just now, I deliberately avoided the heart to show off Changfeng's strength, but he still wouldn't die for a while.
He turned his gaze to Elder Fan Zhi, or senior brother, next to him, and his face became even more angry.
"Elder Fan, you are ungrateful and poisoned to murder Master. Such a perverse and rebellious act. If Master can tolerate you, how can God tolerate you?"
This time, Wang Xuan's approach was different.
"The water flows slowly!"
The iron sword flew, and after a breath, Fan Zhi's chest turned into a bloody mess.
The injuries of the two were different. Zhan Changfeng's was a bloody hole, while Fan Zhi's was an external wound.
This kind of injury, considering the strength of Zhan Changfeng and the others, is not too serious. With the use of their skills, they may heal slowly.
Unexpectedly, Wang Xuan reached into his arms and took out a small medicine bottle.
Pull out the plug and pour some white powder on their wounds.
"Hiss...ah, you, are you using corpse powder?"
This corpse powder was originally used to destroy corpses and eliminate traces of them.
Now when he sprinkled it on the wound, a strong sense of corrosion came, making Zhan Changfeng wail in pain.
"Hahaha, this is all retribution, retribution."
Fan Zhi felt desolate in his heart. He had planned for many years and failed at the beginning. Now he did not expect that it would fail again. He could no longer go back and deliver the mission. More importantly, he would die here.
Perhaps feeling that the potency of the corpse powder was fading, Wang Xuan directly poured all the corpse powder in the elixir bottle onto the two of them.
"Ah, this senior brother Wang Xuan is so cruel. Listen, the sect master and the two of them screamed so miserably."
"What's the point? Thinking about the injustice suffered by Senior Brother Wang, I think it's reasonable."
People on the scene had mixed reactions to Wang Xuan's comments.
Some people think it should be done, while others think it's too cruel.
"Old Ling, please help seal the power of these two people. Just let them suffer like this to death. This will be considered worthy of Master's spirit in heaven."
"Young Master Wang is so righteous!"
If you exercise resistance, the pain will last longer, but if you seal your cultivation, the endurance time will be greatly shortened.
Seeing the wailing sounds of the two people gradually getting smaller, Wang Xuan shook his head, it was revenge after all.
This revenge against the Blood Sword Sect was so quick that it made him feel unreal.
...
In front of a newly erected tomb, Wang Xuan knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times.
"Master, your biggest enemy has been killed by me in front of the entire Blood Sword Sect. Although you have expelled me from the master, in my heart, I still regard you as my master. What's more, you treat me
There is life-saving grace."
In front of the grave, Wang Xuan stood quietly.
"Young Master Wang, this trip to the Blood Sword Sect, since Prince Changle has died, our mission has come to an end, so..."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Ling and Mr. Yu, for your support all the way. My dear boy, Wang Xuan, is very grateful."
"Then let's say goodbye first!"
Although he was polite and called him "Master Wang", Wang Xuan knew in his heart that he was following the orders of Princess Danyang, oh, his majesty, so he had this attitude.
Watching the two people leaving, Wang Xuan remained motionless, his thoughts already wandering.
Regarding the disposal of his master's body, Ling and Lao rarely expressed their opinions and insisted on being cremated and buried directly on the spot.
Although the two of them had not been following Wang Xuan for a long time, they had always followed his lead.
After thinking about it, he understood something.
I'm afraid this is His Majesty's intention. The order given to him is probably to prevent his master from returning to Tianying City.
If the ashes or corpses are not even allowed to be taken back, then the order they received is a bit imaginative.
"What? Are you still feeling emotional?"
"Huh? It turns out it's senior. I'm disrespectful."
At this time, a masked man in black slowly appeared.
"To be honest, I'm very curious. I just said one sentence to you in the square, but you actually changed your mind?"
"Actually, if I don't hide it from seniors, it must be not easy to hide it from Elder Ling and Elder Yu. Besides, I don't want to be implicated anymore. Killing two people is enough."
After hearing Wang Xuan's words, the masked man in black nodded subconsciously to express his approval.
"Okay, I won't hide him anymore. I wonder where the senior Ling Shi you mentioned is?"
"Senior, who are you?"
"Forget it, I won't ask anymore. You probably won't tell me if I ask you. If I'm not wrong, Sect Master Lingshi must be dead."
A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his fists subconsciously.
"..."
This was not easy to say, so Wang Xuan simply chose to remain silent.
"Your cultivation is too poor. It's better not to know anything about Sect Master Lingshi for the time being. In this way, Wanjian Sect will have an entrance examination in three months. I hope you can participate."
"Wanjian Sect?"
"That's right, within these three months, you must have at least the cultivation level of the Spirit Gathering Realm, otherwise, you will not even be qualified to participate in the assessment. Of course, it is best to have a strength of level six or above."
The masked man in black left and asked him to take the assessment. Only in this way can he unlock the secret of the year.
There is a specific map, but he needs to walk step by step to Wanjian Sect.
Take a deep breath, gather your spirits, and walk in the direction of Fangshi.
This time, he was going to meet his old friends, Luo Qiuyi and Wang Nianqing.