The round-faced cultivator looked at Lin Ruolan for a long time, then said to the black-faced cultivator: "This is not bad, here it is for you."
"I want that." He suddenly turned around and pointed at Chen Feifei.
Wang Chen felt the little hand in his hand tighten suddenly. He subconsciously held it tightly.
This action caught the eyes of the round-faced cultivator, causing him to frown and shout: "White-haired monster, what are you doing standing there, a loser who has just entered Qi Condensation? Get out!"
Wang Chen's pupils shrank sharply.
"Wang Chen, let's go quickly. You are no match for these beasts now. That good-looking boy just now has set an example for you. Don't be impulsive." Xiao Yao had an ominous premonition in her heart and she hurriedly advised her. .
Because according to her understanding of Wang Chen, this guy has some boring impulses and a passion that doesn't care about anything.
"Why don't you leave? I don't even look at your inhuman appearance. If you weren't afraid that Xue Biao would come out and defeat my interest, I would have killed you with one strike of my sword!"
The round-faced cultivator was very angry.
"Are mortals just tools for you to dominate and do whatever you want?" Wang Chen let go of Chen Feifei's hand and walked forward in front of her surprised eyes.
"Are you born as cultivators?"
"Nonsense!" the round-faced cultivator shouted, his voice like a bell. He understood what Wang Chen wanted to say.
"You want to reason with me?"
"Tell me the truth!"
"In this world, fists are the only thing that matters!"
He pointed casually, and the light red flying sword vibrated, falling from the sky with a gust of wind, and struck down hard.
He wanted to kill this scrawny, weird-looking guy with a sword, but even if he lost his interest, he couldn't care so much.
boom!
This sword struck down, but hit an empty space.
The sharp flying sword split open the hard square, causing rubble to fly everywhere.
However, that skinny figure appeared among the rubble, and the stone hit his body, causing a dull pain.
When he looked around, he actually held the flying sword in one hand.
A huge repulsive force came, and the sword hilt instantly overflowed with sword energy and turned into a sharp blade, cutting his palm open with several deep wounds visible to the bone.
Wang Chen seemed to feel no pain, holding the sword tightly and staring at the round-faced cultivator.
The round-faced cultivator also looked at him coldly, as if he wanted to see through him.
In his sight, the blood in the hands of the skinny guy was like water, dripping all the way.
However, gradually, the flying sword that belonged to him no longer resisted, and the connection with his mind gradually became weaker.
"How is this possible?"
The face of the cultivator with a round face gradually changed.
Although this flying sword is not his natal magic weapon, it has been tempered for many years. How could it be possible for someone to succumb to it as soon as it is held?
This kind of situation will only happen to cultivators whose cultivation is far higher than his. However, if the white-haired monster in front of him is a master who has hidden his cultivation, then how could his palm be cut by the sword energy?
"Pretend to be a ghost."
"die!"
The round-faced cultivator's eyes widened and he shouted loudly.
Using one hand as a sword finger, he changed the techniques and drew five sword energies from the void, which were dazzling and descended like a prison.
If a person is stabbed by this prison, it will be like a sharp knife meeting fresh meat, and it will turn into five pieces of flesh.
boom!
In the flash of lightning, others couldn't see clearly what was happening.
Only the round-faced cultivator understood that his sword technique fell into the void again.
There seemed to be a sound of wind in the air, and the familiar flying sword shining with light red swung through the air in a mysterious semicircle.
As a half-step foundation-building cultivator, he clearly saw this strange sword technique, clearly,
Even with the five senses and six senses of a cultivator far superior to ordinary people, in his eyes, this sword is very slow.
However, he had an illusion of being small and inescapable.
What kind of swordsmanship is this?
The strange semicircle brought by the sword light flashed past with a cold light without any stagnation.
The practitioner with a round face felt a chill on his neck.
He couldn't help but cover his neck. His fingers were all slippery, but the blood couldn't be covered. It slowly flowed from between his fingers, more and more, and faster and faster.
"You..." He wanted to turn his head and look at Wang Chen who was passing by.
Unexpectedly, at this turn, his head slipped and fell to the ground.
The headless body fell down, and the head rolled a few times on the ground. As if by coincidence, Wang Chen was seen walking towards the other two cultivators.
"Brother!"
The two cultivators were horrified when they saw the headless corpse of the round-faced cultivator, and they quickly retreated backwards. Wang Chen's cold face was reflected in their frightened eyes. From the beginning to the end, his expression did not change at all.
"Which master is this, pretending to be like this!"
The two of them jumped into the air, their hearts trembling with fear. They didn't even care about their senior brother's body, they jumped on the flying sword and galloped away.
An immortal was killed in full view of everyone.
Separation of body and head.
The whole square was as silent as death.
"Didn't the two priests just now say that Dr. Wang is a waste? How come in the blink of an eye, that terrifying immortal was killed with just one sword?"
Lowering his head, Wang Chen looked at his hand. The scars had scabbed over, leaving horrific blood stains.
Pain? I’m used to it.
Even this cultivator who has only half-stepped the foundation has made him walk on the road of life and death.
Fortunately, the opponent used a sword.
Fortunately, the other party gave him the opportunity to get close.
The sword skills of the Six Paths Sword cannot be compared to the sword skills of the so-called Red Sword Sect.
Just like a world football superstar, even if he becomes a primary school student one day, he can still use his superb skills to calculate a high school or even college football enthusiast.
It's just that this kind of thing is too dangerous after all.
Just now, he almost dodged the second sword energy and was pierced through his whole body.
"The Immortal is dead!"
At this time, a roar broke out from the crowd.
"Why did he kill the immortal?"
It's just that the content in this noise is very strange.
Gradually, the sound became louder and louder.
"Who asked you to kill the immortal?" A stout man shouted loudly, which instantly resonated.
"Killing the immortal will be a disaster!"
"The Immortal Sect will not let us go."
"Liang Guo is going to perish!"
Panic was spreading, and someone began to cry, immediately causing a wave of crying.
Even a mortal understands the difference between a sect and a casual cultivator. The person who died belonged to the sect.
In an instant, the square went from being as silent as death to being filled with mourners.
Wang Chen looked at it coldly.
Who wants you to mind your own business? Someone shouted loudly in the crowd, pointing the finger at Wang Chen.
"They came here just to ask for a few aluminum people."
"Yes!" The crowd agreed.
"If you kill him, someone stronger will come."
"At that time, our Liang Kingdom will be destroyed."
"It's all his fault!"
"Let's tie him up and wait for the sect's people to come and kowtow together to apologize!"
"Kill him!"
This group of people suddenly had red eyes and became excited.
In their eyes, there was no longer King Liang, no Wang Chen standing on the stage and the flying sword still dripping blood in his hand.
"Shut up, you cowards!" Lin Ruolan shouted loudly, her voice shrill.
However, this time, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.
"In front of the powerful immortal, you are unable to resist. I don't blame you. If you are afraid, I don't blame you."
"You pushed people out and let the immortals humiliate them. That was not your intention, and I don't blame you either."
"But you actually blame a man who saved us, are you still human?"
Unknowingly, Chen Feifei also walked over. Among the crowd, Zuo Xiaoqing and Meng Jingjing also squeezed over and stood with Wang Chen.
Chen Feifei said loudly:
"Today, the Immortal asked for help, but you didn't stand up because you are not a helper and the matter is none of your business."
"Tomorrow the Immortal will kill babies to practice martial arts, but you don't stand up because your child has grown up and it is not your child who will die."
"Finally one day, it's your turn, it's your family's turn, but no one will stand up for you anymore."
"So, you cowards who pushed the aluminum people out in exchange for survival will never understand that people can die, but they cannot live on their knees!"
Wang Chen was a little surprised that Chen Feifei, as a mortal who didn't even have cultivation, actually had such sharp views.
"What do you know? These are the rules of this world!"
After a short silence, someone shouted loudly, which actually attracted a chorus of echoes, mostly from men.
"Quiet!" came the voice of King Liang. He seemed to have practiced martial arts in the world, and his voice was loud and clear.
"Today's matter is like an immortal coming to take revenge. I will bear it with all my strength."
After all, he was the king of the Liang Kingdom. As soon as he opened his mouth, the people below finally fell silent.
King Liang turned around and walked towards the palace in the distance. His cheeks were still swollen and his back was a little desolate.
Several attendants quickly followed.
This year for Liang Guo is destined to be extraordinary.