Without even raising his eyes, Feng Wuji picked up a dead branch from the ground and stretched out his hand to break off the branches one by one.
Seeing his calm look, Mr. Han couldn't help but feel heartbroken and said with a cruel smile:
"You should know that everything here will be synchronized to the outside by the mysterious light technique, right?"
"I guarantee you will die a miserable death."
"Let everyone know that if you are an ant, just be an ant!"
"If you offend a beast, you will be easily crushed to death!"
Feng Wuji ignored it and just played with the dead branch in his hand. After a while, he had cut the dead branch into a simple wooden sword.
He nodded with satisfaction.
"Using this to kill you bunch of losers will make the best use of it."
Hearing this, Mr. Han was extremely angry.
"The fish on the chopping board still dares to say arrogant words!"
"Do it!"
"yes!"
Nearly ten slaves of the Han family, each holding a weapon, used Dongtian and headed towards Feng Wuji to suppress him!
They had previously witnessed with their own eyes the scene where Feng Wuji killed three slaves with a single punch from the air.
I was really scared, but I was forced to do so.
All you can do is attack with all your strength.
Whoosh!
Among them, there are three caves that bloom with unique attributes.
Feng Wuji looked at these Han family slaves, his eyes gradually turning cold.
He held the wooden sword in his right hand and slashed lightly at the nearest slave.
Whoosh!
The slave's eyes flashed with sternness, he picked up the giant ax in his hand and chopped it down hard.
How can a mere wooden sword resist his mountain-breaking ax?
However.
The next moment, his eyes completely froze.
Bang!
The moment the giant ax came into contact, it was cut off by the wooden sword.
"How is that possible!"
The slave was shaken all over, and blood spurted out of his hands.
He was extremely horrified and found it difficult to accept this fact.
But before he could speak, the wooden sword appeared in front of him without losing its power.
This was the last scene he saw in his life.
Whoosh!
Blood splatters!
As soon as the slave had a fight, his head was beheaded.
After killing him with one sword, Feng Wuji stared at the other slaves sideways.
"die!"
His figure swayed and his wooden sword danced.
Because the speed was so fast, in the blink of an eye, there were more than ten Feng Wuji holding wooden swords in the field, standing in front of each slave.
call out!
More than a dozen wooden swords were swung down in unison, but it was still smooth and unremarkable.
However, no matter what means these domestic slaves use to resist.
No matter the weapons or the cave, they are no enemy of Feng Wuji.
puff!
The next moment, all the Han family slaves present were cut off with one sword.
More than a dozen heads flew up out of thin air, and the fighting expressions of these domestic slaves were still imprinted on their faces.
Boom, boom, boom!
The head fell to the ground.
Because he struck too quickly, the bodies that had lost their heads were still standing.
The wounds on the neck were exactly the same, neat and smooth.
The people in front of the city wall immediately fell into a dead silence, and there was no sound.
"This kid... is so cruel!"
Everyone was dumbfounded, some speechless.
How could it become like this in just a moment?
"Several of the Han family's slaves are at the top of the cave world!"
"How could he be killed so easily..."
The head of the Han family looked dull.
He knows the power of his slave better than anyone else.
That was a foundation he spent countless efforts to develop.
On the surface, he is a domestic slave, but in fact he is the secret son of the family.
Now, a savage from a small tribe was wiped out in one encounter?
Could it be that...this little savage is from the Purple Mansion Realm?
The head of the Han family's eyes suddenly turned red and he roared:
"Feng'er! Kill him quickly! Don't underestimate the enemy!"
Mr. Han’s name is none other than Han Feng.
As if Mr. Han heard his father's call, a light flashed in his hand.
He took out a long sword from Najie and floated it in front of his chest.
"I want you dead!"
His eyes were filled with shock and anger, he never expected such a situation.
boom!
He manifested Yuan Hai, suddenly rendering the entire world purple.
Yuan Hai was divided into nine parts and turned into nine long purple swords.
call out!
The nine purple swords rotated rapidly and circled in the air.
Suddenly, it hit the long sword in front of Mr. Han.
The moment the purple sword hit the long sword, it disappeared.
As for Mr. Han's long sword, it became even larger in size.
Bang bang bang!
After nine sounds, a huge sword as wide as a city gate condensed in front of him.
"This is... the unique skill of the Han family, an earth-level top-grade combat skill, the Nine-Yu Cang Sword!"
Someone exclaimed.
A trace of satisfaction flashed in the eyes of the Han family head.
Since Feng'er didn't rely too much on him and used this move, the result was already doomed.
boom!
Mr. Han had a ferocious expression, struck the giant sword in front of him with his palm, and said with an angry smile:
"Ant!"
"Suffer a quick death!"
Light emitted from his palms and then spread throughout his body.
The next moment, his figure had disappeared.
In fact, his whole body has been integrated into the giant sword.
The giant sword seemed to have intelligence, and the blade trembled crazily.
call out!
The giant sword thrust straight towards Feng Wuji with overwhelming power.
Wherever it went, a dark crack appeared.
Air, light, and even space itself cannot withstand this sharpness and are cut apart by it.
However, to his surprise, the savage stayed where he was, motionless.
Feng Wuji sneered.
"Little tricks!"
He held the hilt of the wooden sword in his right hand and weighed it.
brush!
He actually pointed the wooden sword directly at the giant sword that Mr. Han had transformed into, and threw it out.
Just like a child still playing with things afterwards.
"He is so trusting!"
"act recklessly!"
The head of the Han family clenched his fists tightly and stared at this scene.
The moment the wooden sword was about to come into contact with the giant sword, a red sword light suddenly bloomed, wrapping it tightly.
"Something's wrong!!"
Mr. Han felt the sword intent coming from the red sword light, and his heart suddenly jumped.
Compared with it, his sword intent is like a stream meeting a river.
Very different!
Mr. Han was instinctively afraid and wanted to avoid the sword.
However, there is no way to retreat at this time!
Bang!
The sound of shattering sounded.
The giant sword was filled with cracks in an instant.
Feng Wuji flicked his finger and shouted:
"Get out."
The ruby sword energy popped out from his fingers and hit the giant sword one after another.
Boom, boom, boom!
The cracks in the giant sword continued to expand, and finally it couldn't bear it anymore and broke into pieces.
An extremely embarrassed figure fell out of it, bleeding all over his body.
Feng Wuji tiptoed a little, and in the next breath, he appeared behind Young Master Han.
"Execution in public is naturally reserved for you!"
"Now tell me, who is the ant?"
Feng Wuji's voice was cold.
Mr. Han was so horrified that he vomited blood:
"No, you can't kill me!"
"I am the head of the next generation of the Han family, don't you..."
"Noisy!"
Feng Wuji didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and the sword light swept across!
call out!
Just like those of the domestic slaves, Mr. Han's head rose into the sky and then fell to the ground.
I don’t know if it was a coincidence or not, but the place where Mr. Han’s head fell was the Xuanguang Formation of Xuanguang Technique in this area.
On the huge city wall outside, a ferocious head dominated the scene.
There was still fear and unwillingness in his expression.