When he saw this familiar figure, the emotion on Jiang Hanyi's face turned into a smile.
Just looking at the disciple lying in a pool of blood in front of her, her hoarse throat could only produce a low voice and said angrily.
"Tang Ming, kill them!"
The disciples who were taking off their pants next to them also put their clothes back on and looked at the young man in front of them again.
"Did she just call that guy Tang Ming?"
"Is it the Tang Ming who killed countless of our disciples?"
The past battle at the Sword Dao Holy Land still left the shadow in their hearts. After hearing that this man had joined the Martial Arts Holy Land, they did not choose to continue the pursuit.
I originally thought that he would always hide in the Martial Arts Holy Land and not dare to show his face, but I didn't expect that this guy was actually here.
Soon countless roaring voices sounded.
"Tang Ming, you are finally willing to show your face. I will kill you today to avenge the swordsmanship disciples."
"Yes, that's right, we will avenge our senior brothers."
Countless shouts of hatred echoed throughout the mountain peak, and everyone's eyes were filled with endless hatred, as if they were about to tear Tang Ming into pieces.
In the previous battle, all their dearest relatives and friends died in front of their eyes.
Some are their elder brothers, some are their own younger brothers, and most of them have formed a deep brotherhood.
It's a pity that this relationship that could have been maintained for a long time was eventually severed by Tang Ming.
Now that they finally had a chance to kill Tang Ming, how could they let him escape so easily.
"Kill him and avenge your dead brother!"
A deafening sound rang in his ears. When Tang Ming looked at the hatred-filled swordsmanship disciples in front of him, his expression was filled with contempt.
"If you want to take revenge, you might as well see if you have the strength first!"
With a "buzz" sound, the sound of the sword resounded in my ears.
Countless sword energies were swung in an instant, moving in all directions, slashing all the oncoming disciples.
The disciple who was penetrated by the sword energy was instantly dismembered. In the end, all he could see was that the disciple in front of him was instantly divided into several pieces, with blood mixed with the limbs scattered in all directions.
The disciples who were still charging behind saw the limbs and blood hitting their faces. When they felt the body that was still warm, many of them froze in place.
Because the speed of this sword energy had completely exceeded his imagination, he could only see the fellow disciples being torn apart in his pupils, but he could not see where the sword energy came from.
The disciples who stayed in place showed fearful expressions.
Death has come quietly before you know it.
Originally they were the ones doing the killing, but now the power of life and death was in the hands of Tang Ming. Such a huge contrast was hard for them to accept for a while.
But when they saw that there was only a pool of blood in front of them, they realized something was wrong.
It was too late to stop, and the disciples behind him rushed forward one after another.
Even if he wanted to stop, the disciple behind him pushed his body forward.
The result was exactly the same as the corpse on the ground.
"Puff puff!"
Countless rays of blood mist exploded instantly, and the disciples who were charging finally stopped after seeing the situation in front of them clearly.
The thick smell of blood hit his face instantly, and even if he covered his nose, he couldn't cover up the pungent smell. The air rushed straight to the Tianling Cap, and the blood-colored mist filled the air in front of him, like the burning prison of Shura Field.
When looking at the disciples who were already timid, Tang Ming slowly raised the sword blade.
"Who else wants to die? Give it a try!"
The cold voice carried endless oppression, and those bloodthirsty eyes exuded terrifying pressure.
The change in offensive and defensive postures makes it clear to all kendo disciples that if they want to survive, they can only retreat.
Slowly, the atmosphere in the air began to change.
The disciples who originally wanted to kill Tang Ming began to retreat one after another.
After seeing Tang Ming's strength, no one would be stupid enough to fight against such a person.
When looking at the disciples who were slowly retreating, Mu Qingyun was a little unhappy at the moment.
"What are you afraid of? He is just one person. Is it possible that he can intimidate thousands of you?"
Hearing this, countless disciples also swallowed their saliva.
Even if the opponent only has the cultivation level of the Yuan-building realm, the strength he can show is not inferior to the strength of any coach. Now only the monks of the True Spirit Realm can fight with him.
As for them, there is no way to participate in it.
"Holy Son, our lives are also our lives. This guy is too strong. We can't defeat him at all..."
When the timid voice sounded, Mu Qingyun's eyes suddenly turned ferocious.
A bloody sword flashed and cut off his head.
"puff!"
His body, gushing with blood, immediately fell to the ground.
"If you are cowardly before a battle, you should be killed!"
When the cold voice sounded, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.
"Holy Son, what do you want to do?"
The disciples were all puzzled. They were all fellow disciples who lived together in the past, and he could actually be so ruthless.
Mu Qingyun looked at them coldly, "As the governor of the entire battlefield, my sword will not show mercy to anyone who escapes from the battlefield. Anyone who dares to take a step back now will end up like him."
"Buzz!"
All the disciples' heads suddenly roared.
What's the meaning?
Is retreating now a deserter?
But when they looked at the disciple who had been killed, they all knew that the Holy Son would never let anyone dare to escape, and they might die in his hands even if they stopped.
The current situation is really a dilemma.
There is a great killer in front of him, and behind him there is a murderous warlord.
"What should I do?" The timid disciples also began to hesitate.
If we disperse and escape now, we might still have a glimmer of hope.
But who is going to be the first person?
Whoever escapes first will die. No one wants to be the one to be killed, and can only rely on others to do it.
However, the result was that everyone looked at each other in confusion.
Looking at these vacillating disciples, Mu Qingyun's expression became stern again, and he immediately raised his sword and roared: "Fight me, or I will kill you!"
After hearing Mu Qingyun's urging, they all knew that they had no choice at all.
They can only kill Tang Ming here with determination to die, so that they can have a glimmer of hope.
"kill!"
A group of disciples with dull eyes and fear turned the fear of death in their hearts into the final kinetic energy.
Seeing these kendo disciples with dull eyes and rushing forward without hesitation, Tang Ming's expression gradually turned to relief.
"Why have you forgotten? This world is like this, the weak eat the strong, and the strong prevail over the weak."
A dull voice sounded slowly, Tang Ming raised the sword blade again, and streaks of cyan light instantly shone across the entire mountain range.
The light condensed by countless sword energies formed a series of stars that kept moving towards the sky, accompanied by the miserable lives of the swordsman disciples.
"Bang!"
Countless sword blades fell to the ground.
The disciples who stayed in place no longer had any desire to resist, and stayed quietly waiting for the final death.
The formation that fought back was shattered in an instant, and the disciples buried among the corpses looked at Tang Ming with wide eyes unwillingly.
It was as if he wanted to accumulate the last resentment of his life on Tang Ming.
Almost all the disciples who came to encircle and suppress them died here.
When the disciples who had not yet helped out saw this scene, their eyes widened.
Perhaps they never expected that all the vanguard troops would be killed in Tang Ming's hands.
"Who else?"
Tang Ming's cold voice sounded slowly.
