Ke Mengfan took a deep breath.
When his martial arts reached his level, he had already felt something. The moment Feng Qingxuan set foot in this city, he already felt something in his heart.
But when he really saw him, he realized that the Holy Son of the Demon Sect was much stronger than he imagined.
The long street was crowded with people, and he stood with his hands behind his hands, grabbing all the attention.
No matter which direction you look from, you can't ignore his presence.
He is domineering and has a domineering mind.
At one glance, Ke Mengfan knew the will of the Holy Son of the Demon Sect.
"A mere weapon list actually inspired the Holy Son to drive."
Ke Mengfan raised his head and drank the wine from the pot, and chuckled:
"But I heard that the Demon Sect has always kept a low profile, and the Holy Son appears majestically, so you are not afraid of people from the court coming?"
"Low-key?"
Feng Qingxuan's eyes were calm: "That was before. In the future, the Holy Sect will no longer hide behind the scenes!"
Ke Mengfan was stunned.
The Six Hell Demon Sect has a very far-reaching inheritance, but the reason why they can still survive today is not because they are so powerful that they are unrivaled, but because they never show up head-on in the world.
Even though Pang Wanyang unified the Demon Sect decades ago, it was not really born.
Now, the Six Hell Demon Sect is actually going to be born?
What confidence do they have that they dare to risk the world's disapproval and risk their lives?
You must know that although the Six Hell Demon Sect is powerful, it is still inferior to the righteous martial arts in the world, and the imperial court will not tolerate them.
Just Pang Wanyang?
Huhu~~~
Feng Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back. Although he looked up from below, it gave people the illusion of looking down:
"Submit to me and I will spare your life."
"Surrender? Hahaha."
Ke Mengfan's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled coldly:
"Your joke is not funny."
"I, the Holy Son, never joke."
Feng Qingxuan sighed softly:
"It seems that you have made a choice..."
As the words flowed from his mouth, Feng Qingxuan's clothes suddenly moved without the wind and fluttered wildly.
The robe with flowing gold on the black background was lifted up, as vast as the starry sky.
In an instant, the surging true energy roared out, lapping in all directions like a sudden ocean wave!
Click!
With Feng Qingxuan as the center, the surrounding stone slabs suddenly cracked and shattered, ripples visible to the naked eye swept past, and cruel and cold murderous intent erupted.
boom!
There was chaos on the long street, and the tourists walking around were blown away like straw by the turbulent airflow under the impact of the zhenqi!
There are also many people who have been shaken to pulp at the moment when the true energy rises!
Screams suddenly rose into the sky!
"brute!!!"
With Di Yao on top, Ke Mengfan was furious.
He never expected that Feng Qingxuan would dare to go on a killing spree on the street!
Boom!
The next moment, the entire Diyao Residence was shaken, tilting suddenly like an earth dragon turning over!
On the seventh floor, a majestic sword aura rose into the sky, like a Tianhe hanging upside down.
With one stab of the sword, all the decadence in Ke Mengfan's body was wiped away.
There was only the rising sun, the sword intent as bright as the red sun surging in all directions, the sword light whistling and falling straight down like the boundless brilliance of the sun.
In the brilliant sword light, Ke Mengfan's figure stretches naturally and naturally, like an eagle striking the sky or a fish flying on the shallow bottom. It is natural and contains endless murderous intent.
In the mighty sword light, the long sword that seemed to be crystal clear and translucent had appeared in his palm at some point, blooming with a faint golden light and humming softly.
"You deserve to die!"
With the sword flowing down, killing intent arose in Ke Mengfan's heart. The light of the sword suddenly changed from illuminating the world to destroying the world according to his will!
In an instant, it poured down, covering up the chaotic screams on the long street.
"One sword is awe-inspiring. With this one sword, this trip has already paid off..."
In the turbulent Gangfeng airflow, a faint smile appeared on Feng Qingxuan's face:
"I just don't know how many times I can stab you..."
Looking down, I saw that under his flying black gold robe, his slender, crystal-clear palms had been pressed against his waist at some point.
The handle of the long knife was as black as ink.
The sword was three feet and two inches long, and even the scabbard was extremely black. It was a deep black, as if all light would be absorbed by it.
Before the knife was even unsheathed, an invisible sense of murder filled the entire street.
All the cries, curses, wails of pain, and cries from heaven and earth seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Qiang~
Then, a slight sound of a knife sounded.
On the long street, amid the endless sword light, it seemed as if a 'big sun' suddenly lit up.
A white 'big sun'!
Under the scabbard, which is as black as ink, is the cold sword light that is as bright as a morning star and as bright as the sun!
This sword seems to have no fancy features, and it also seems to contain all the subtle changes. Although it is only one sword, it can also be like thousands of swords!
The sword light first appeared, and it had already wiped out the countless sword lights flowing down.
Then, like a giant dragon in Tengyuan, the dense sword light rose into the sky among the layers of ripples in the air!
The boundless edge instantly condensed into one, and under the unparalleled blade, whether it was airflow, dust, or other things, everything was split into two without any accident!
Those who witnessed the light of the sword on the surrounding long streets and buildings, whether they were ordinary people or advanced martial arts masters, felt chills in their hearts, as if they had been killed in one fell swoop, dripping with cold sweat.
Ke Mengfan, who was the first to bear the brunt, smelled the long-lost aura of death in this cold sword light.
This knife.
It's enough to kill him!
Even though I already knew that Feng Qingxuan's martial arts might be superior to mine, how could I not be able to take a single blow?
The thought flashed past, and the boundless sword light that rose up instantly converged. With so much sword energy flowing back, Ke Mengfan seemed to be wearing a piece of sword energy to see.
As the steam surged down, the sword light swooped down like a long dragon.
Meet the cold sword light rolling up!
Zhengzhengzheng~~~
The next moment, countless sounds of gold and iron clashed together, spreading across the entire long street in an instant!
The screams of countless fleeing passers-by were suddenly covered by the sound of gold and iron.
The sword lights and shadows all over the sky disappeared in an instant, as if the dark clouds had completely dispersed.
Someone looked up and saw drops of blood pouring down from the sky like rain.
Then, there were pieces of crystal clear flesh and a skeleton as broken as powder.
Buzz~
The long sword returns to its sheath.
On the long street, the boiling wind and waves subsided, and the black robe hung down, touching the ruins of the land beneath his feet.
"Take my three swords, not bad, not bad."
Feng Qingxuan released the handle of the knife, wiped away a splash of blood on his face, and spoke in a long voice:
"Provest my sword and you will die a worthy death."
He looked around and saw rivers of blood on the ruin-like long street. The surrounding buildings and pedestrians on the roofs were trembling with fear.
The people who were originally crying were silent as if their mute acupuncture points had been tapped at this moment.
When his gaze touched them, they all lowered their heads, some of them looked pale, some were trembling, and some of them had their feces and urine flowing out.
"A bunch of ground bugs..."
With a sneer, Feng Qingxuan walked towards the outside of the city.
After hearing this, some people were filled with anger, some had murderous intentions in their hearts, and some were dejected and smiled bitterly.
However, wherever it passes, everyone retreats, not daring to stop it in the slightest.
"It has ended?"
At this time, Bai Xian'er had just arrived, looking at the mess on the ground and the bloody smell that had not yet dissipated, and was stunned.
A great master of weapons, had been killed by Feng Qingxuan in such a short period of time?
"Son......"
Bai Xianer's lips twitched twice, and then she saw Feng Qingxuan walking slowly not far away.
"ah!"
At this time, a sharp cry sounded.
Bai Xian'er looked sideways and saw Chi Changkong smiling ferociously, holding a delicate-looking woman in his hands and striding over.
He was tall and tall, and even if the woman struggled frantically, she could not escape from his grasp. Her face, which was already stained with tears, was filled with pale despair.
A look of disgust flashed across her eyes, and Bai Xianer looked away.
Even if she saw this kind of thing many times, she still felt extremely disgusted.
"Son."
Chi Changkong bowed and saluted:
"This woman..."
Snapped!
A crisp sound.
Chi Changkong screamed and was lifted off the ground. He flew several feet away like a scarecrow and collapsed a wall.
"Your name is Xiu'er?"
Feng Qingxuan raised the dumbfounded woman's chin with his fingers, with a faint smile on her handsome face:
"Are you happy that Ke Mengfan is dead?"
"Dead, dead..."
A trace of pain flashed in the beautiful woman's absent-minded eyes.
"It seems that you are unhappy."
Feng Qingxuan lowered his eyes:
"How can there be no one to bury such a master when he dies?"
Bai Xian'er felt a chill in her heart and heard a crisp sound of "click".
The woman fell to the ground limply without any bones.
died.
All love, hate, and resentment are just a 'click' sound.
Feng Qingxuan's expression was dull, as if he had crushed an ant to death casually, and the smile on Bai Xian'er's face almost froze.
"Holy, Holy Son..."
Amidst the dust of the ruins of the wall, the disgraced Chi Changkong didn't dare to get up at all.
"Are you worthy enough to pick up food behind this holy son?"
Feng Qingxuan flicked his sleeves:
"If you don't have the dignity of Master Chi, I will kill you this time."
Chi Changkong's face turned pale and he didn't dare to speak.
At this time, he suddenly understood why Duanyunlong knew that Feng Qingxuan was coming and left with an excuse.
This man is truly moody.
"Let's go, it's time for those hawks and dogs to come out and wash the floor."
Without even looking at Chi Changkong, Feng Qingxuan walked towards the outside of the city:
"who is the next?"
Bai Xianer took a deep breath, suppressed many distracting thoughts, and responded with a smile:
"The elder of the Beggar Clan, Shi Wanlong...ranked twenty-seven on the weapons spectrum."
"Beggars' gang, it's pretty good."
Amid the lingering sounds, Feng Qingxuan's figure had disappeared from everyone's sight.
It was only then that Chi Changkong, who looked extremely ugly, dared to get up from the ruins.
Bai Xianer hurriedly caught up with him without even looking at him.
"Hateful, hateful..."
Chi Changkong's chest rose and fell, and he was about to explode with anger:
"Damn Bai Xian'er, how dare you look down on me! Sooner or later, I will kill you, kill you!!!"
