night.
In the eerie Liufeng Mountain and Heimang Village, thunder and lightning fell from the sky, the sound of thunder filled the night sky, and the branches and leaves of the mountain forest made a "pop" sound in the rain.
During this thunderstorm night, a figure in black robes walked in the woods, making a hissing sound when his feet stepped on the fallen leaves that were raining on the ground.
From a distance, this figure looked towards the Dazhai on the mountain. In a pair of bright black eyes, exquisite golden rings were flowing, looking very mysterious.
This person is none other than Wang Xuan. After half a day of preparation, he is here.
In the martial arts world where the strong are respected, you should never expect others to do so. Wanjian Sect will not go to great lengths to suppress the bandits without any benefit, even though it is a famous sect.
Neither would the Nangong family, who would go to war because of a young alchemist.
"This rainy night is really suitable for killing!"
The cold rain slid down Wang Xuan's face and into his neck. The black robe all over his body was soaked, making him extra awake and muttering to himself.
The sect that you choose to join, including the Wanjian Sect, will also be removed.
Nangong Yanji stopped seeing him in the name of seclusion, and the Nangong family became strangers to him from now on.
"Anyone who touches my Yue'er will die!"
The killing begins!
Wang Xuan walked up the mountain step by step. Liufeng Mountain was on the edge of the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountains, which was easy to defend but difficult to attack. The Xuanwu Dynasty would not suppress bandits, and Heimang Village was a three-pronged village.
On this mountain, bandit cultivators who are full of evil are entrenched.
Soon, Wang Xuan walked out of the forest, reached the top of the mountain, and saw the mountain village ahead.
"Who is it? Stop and tell me your name?"
The two bandit cultivators also saw the black-robed figure walking in the rainy night and immediately asked.
However, the black-robed figure just walked forward step by step without responding. The two gangsters looked at each other warily, and one of them was about to send a signal.
But as they watched, the black-robed figure in front suddenly disappeared.
The two bandits were stunned for a moment, thinking they were dazzled. At the same time, the bandit who was about to send a signal suddenly saw a figure in black robes flashing in front of him, as if he was teleporting.
"What kind of movement is this!?"
The two bandits were shocked when they saw the figure in black robe slowly raising his head, revealing a young and handsome face, with a strange and exquisite soul ring in his eyes.
"Wang Xuan." A harmless smile.
Poof, the bandit cultivator who was about to send a signal felt severe pain in his chest, and a hand pierced his body and grabbed his heart.
"Ah!" The bandit cultivator screamed with horror on his face, feeling that all his vitality was inexplicably passing away, flowing into the hand holding his heart, and his second-level Xuanyuan realm martial arts was taken away like rations.
"No, enemy attack~"
Another fat bandit cultivator, who was also at the second level of the Xuanyuan Realm, hurriedly drew his sword in fear and struck at the black-robed boy with all his strength.
He was in disbelief.
Zhao San's whole body shriveled up in an instant? What kind of martial arts method is this if you do it alone?
This young man has such unpredictable martial arts skills. Is he the person Dazhai is waiting for?
Three consecutive questions flashed through the fat bandit cultivator's mind. A hand had already grabbed his neck and pinched it.
Yu Wangxuan, who is only at the second level of Xuanyuan Realm, is now an ant!
Wang Xuan's right hand shook, shaking the person in his hand into powder, and a small black vortex appeared in the heart of his left hand. The martial arts essence of the fat bandit cultivator was also quickly absorbed, and was swallowed and refined by his life skills, becoming him. Part of martial arts.
With Wang Xuan's current Xuanyuan Perfect cultivation level, it only took a short time to swallow up two second-level Xuanyuan realm bandit cultivators.
The only difference is that the fat and fierce bandit has more blood, and he will endure the pain for half a breath longer.
They were all vicious criminals who committed all kinds of evil, and it would be better for the mortal world if they died.
Shatter people's stems.
"broken!"
Wang Xuan violently punched the huge wooden door of the village. The punch was so powerful that debris flew and the entire door was shattered.
"Kong Luo, I'm coming!"
Wang Xuan stepped into the village, and loud shouts resounded throughout the ten-acre village. He asked Old Man Nangong to deliver an item, so he was not worried that the secret of the Great Fortune Tongtian Technique would be revealed next.
The first thing you see is a small bluestone martial arts field, with village walls on both sides, and village buildings in front of you, which are built with style.
In the small martial arts field, there was a group of purple-robed men practicing stick skills. The neat formation consisted of sixty-four people, all of whom were impressively at the peak of the seventh level of the Xuanyuan Realm.
They were obviously practicing some kind of stick formation.
There was a tall man in a silver robe in front of the team, holding a heavy dark iron stick. He slowly turned around and looked at the destroyed village gate and the handsome young man in black robe who walked in.
"How dare you destroy the entrance to our Heimang Village, you are seeking death."
The big man in silver robes sneered, and the aura of perfection in the Xuanyuan realm bloomed. Rich silver Yuan light rose up all over his body, and he stepped forward domineeringly. The other big men in purple clothes laughed cruelly, joking.
"Looking at his appearance, he is Wang Xuan. You can see how I suppressed him with my stick technique."
The silver-robed man walked up to the young man domineeringly and told his subordinates to teach with their own actions.
Wang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Death!"
He didn't even use his Yuan Power, he just stretched out his hand and made a fist. Using his physical body alone, he punched with his right fist, and his fist set off a violent wind.
What! ?
The strong wind of the fist hit his face, and the silver-robed man's eyes were condensed. He also focused on body training, and as the saying goes, an expert would know if he was there as soon as he made a move.
He shouted fiercely, held sticks in both hands, and moved forward to block the young man's punch.
'boom'
His fist hit the iron rod, breaking the rod and hitting the big man's chest.
Wang Xuan retracted his fist and walked past the big man: "In the next life, if you don't have strength, don't be arrogant."
"You...Kongluo Village Master will not let you go!" The big man looked painful, and with the next breath, his whole body suddenly exploded into blood mist.
The big men in purple who watched the actual teaching were as petrified as chickens...
"Hall Master Zhen Yihu!?"
"He actually killed the Tiger Hall Master in formation!!"
"This son should not be underestimated. Master Hu Hall was once a generation in Jiangbei. He was famous for his physical combat prowess. He rarely encountered an opponent and was actually beaten to death with one punch."
The big men in purple clothes quickly moved around and used stick formations. At the same time, bandit cultivators kept pouring out of the village buildings, densely packed and in shocking numbers.
"If a pearl like a grain of rice dares to compete with the sun and the moon, die!" Wang Xuan pointed.
The Ten Shadow Sword Martial Spirit floated out from the top of the head, turning into a series of cold sword shadows, and shuttled sharply into the stick formation. Wherever it passed, the purple-clothed bandit cultivators were shot to death, leaving behind fluffy blood flowers.
"Oh my God, is this the God of Death!?"
"Is he really in the Xuanyuan realm!?"
"No~~!"
In three breaths, the sixty-four purple-clad bandit cultivators all fell to the ground, with their limbs and broken arms all over the ground.
"You are worthy of being called a formation." Wang Xuan was disdainful. The way of swordsmanship is truly the most lethal.
After dealing with these bandit cultivators who were mainly engaged in body training, Wang Xuan looked around and saw many bandit cultivators coming to the village road opposite the martial arts field. They were so large and dark that they were overwhelming.
"Although they are basically all below the Secret Treasure Realm, I didn't expect that the number of bandit cultivators here could reach more than a thousand, and there are also about ten guys with the Secret Treasure Realm's aura..."
Wang Xuan clenched his fist fiercely.
Thousands of bandit cultivators poured into the martial arts field, each with sinister eyes and cruel sneers, surrounding the young man.
A domineering and arrogant voice came: "I never thought you would really come for a weak ordinary girl with no martial arts. Very good. I have to say that you value love and justice, and are idiotic and ridiculous. It's so touching that we are dependent on each other for life and death. The leader of the village will give you a happy..."
