Chapter 53 Everyone was destroyed
The distant scene came into view, and Zhong Feiyan suddenly took a breath and frowned tightly.
All the trees within a ten-mile radius were destroyed, and the ground seemed to have been hit by meteorites, leaving large and small craters with pools of blood. The flesh and blood were mixed together in a blur that made people feel sick to their stomachs.
Even for a casual cultivator like Zhong Feiyan who makes a living by robbing people, his face couldn't help but be moved when he saw such a tragic scene in front of him.
He sighed in his heart: "The battle between the masters of the fourth level is really terrifying."
But this also strengthened Zhong Feiyan's determination to rob the Tao!
Zhong Feiyan also had the opportunity in his early years to practice all the way to the third level. Among casual cultivators, he belonged to a group of people with very good luck and strength. However, after reaching the third level, he lacked training resources and was unable to move to the next level. Lou, his cultivation has been stagnant for seven or eight years.
If he robbed this order and broke through to a small realm, it would definitely be a piece of cake.
Thinking of this, Zhong Feiyan smiled contemptuously in his heart, "So what if the Nanxing Sword Sect is finished. After this robbery, my brothers will have to leave Yulingzhou to avoid the limelight. No matter how long the hands of the Nanxing Sword Sect are, they can't reach it." Go to other states. Besides, they are just a few sharks and outer disciples, what do they mean to the Nanxing Sword Sect?"
"Sometimes I think about it, this world is really unfair! A tiny bit of mosquito meat squeezed out of a large sect is an opportunity that we, the casual cultivators, may not be able to obtain even if we risk our lives."
"But who told them to have big fists? The rules are made by the strong. We casual cultivators can only act carefully under the rules. Just like most of the cultivation resources in the world are in the hands of the sect forces, others We can't even take a look. If we don't break the rules, how can we get any resources from Zhengdao? "
"They want to practice, and we casual cultivators also need to practice!"
So, is it wrong for casual cultivators to kill people, set fires, and rob people to make money? It was the Zhengdao Sect that cut off their path of cultivation first. They robbed the Dao just to survive in the cracks.
Zhong Feiyan judged the situation and ordered the four brothers: "After getting our things, we will leave Xiaofeng Town, leave Yuling Prefecture, and go to Yangchi Prefecture in the west to avoid the wind and then come back."
Several people covered their faces, flew out, and landed on the bloody ground. Aquan looked panicked and asked: "What do you want to do?"
She held the magic formula with both hands and warned: "Don't come over, otherwise I won't be polite!"
Lao Wu covered his face, only showing his eyes, and sneered: "The sharks are not good at fighting, who are you trying to scare?"
"Brother, do you want all of these people to wipe their necks?"
Zhong Feiyan glanced at the severely injured and unconscious Nanxing Sword Sect disciples around Aquan, but there was no murderous intention in his eyes.
He changed his voice and said to the others: "You first search for the storage bags and treasures left on the battlefield."
The second child said "Hey" and reached out to stir in the blood pool. He didn't touch anything, so he quickly changed the blood pit and continued searching.
Zhong Feiyan put his five fingers on the scabbard and said in a cold voice: "Take off the storage bags from their waists and throw them to me. I will spare your lives."
Unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not offend the Nanxing Sword Sect severely.
Aquan was in a dilemma, but he still stood in the front, and mustered up the courage to say: "No, the storage bag is not mine, I can't promise you."
The blade of the sword was exposed for an inch. Aquan trembled and gritted his teeth and said: "They are disciples of the Nanxing Sword Sect. You can't kill them."
"I know that rogue cultivators do robberies for money, and kill people just to avoid being found by their enemies, so I decided to kill them all. But they are already unconscious, and you guys also covered your faces. After picking up the storage bags left on the battlefield, leave as soon as possible. Isn’t that enough?”
Aquan's voice was trembling slightly, and her heart was beating wildly. The other party was right, the sharks were not good at fighting, and if they really wanted to fight, she would have no confidence at all.
She could only bet that the other party would be wary of the power of the Nanxing Sword Sect and bet if Yang could come back in time.
"Brother, I picked up a storage bag!" The third child's voice sounded. Zhong Feiyan slowly let go of the handle of the knife and turned around. Suddenly, his body froze, and blood oozed out from between his eyebrows and flowed down the bridge of his nose. . His body collapsed to the ground.
He is dead.
"Witch, what did you do to my brother?!"
Witnessing this scene, Lao Wu screamed angrily and slashed at A Quan with his knife.
bite!
A flash of spiritual light missed the blade and made a crisp sound.
Aquan saved his life from the edge of death, his palms and heart were cold.
She raised her eyes and saw Yang Ruo and Ning Fusang, one behind the other, falling onto the battlefield. The girl had already changed out of her tattered green clothes. She was now wearing a light sky-blue color without any trace of blood. She was elegant, bright and refined. Her coldness when killing people could not be seen at all.
When Ning Fusang was pretending, her appearance was also very confusing.
After experiencing this cruel battle, Yang Ruo's heart had become indifferent. He looked at the body of the casual cultivator at his feet and said nothing.
Ning Fusang reminded: "Brother, there are still four rats that have not been solved."
Yang Ruo nodded, waved his sleeves, and the spiritual power swept over, restraining the four people. Their eyes widened in horror, and they found that they could not move.
"Is this kid a human or a demon?" The second child was frightened.
"Senior, please spare our brother's life! You can take the things we have on you that are valuable to you, but I just ask you to let us go!" The third child cherished his life the most and cried bitterly.
Yang Ruo's face was moved, and Ning Fusang immediately held his hand down: "Senior brother is not willing to kill people, so junior sister can do it for you and be the murderous sword."
Ning Fusang bent down and pulled off Zhong Feiyan's storage bag. He then touched his body and found a storage bag from the middle of his clothes.
She straightened up, curved her lips and said, "Let me borrow my senior brother's sword."
Yang Ruo did not refuse, so Ning Fusang drew his sword out of its sheath. The snow-white sword light flickered. Yang Ruo looked at her and said: "Junior sister Ning, do you have any hobbies for killing people?"
Although this was not very polite, he couldn't help but want to ask.
Ning Fusang raised his eyes and looked at him. His peach blossom eyes contained no emotion: "Senior brother, are you telling me some cold joke?"
"A sword is a killing weapon, not a decoration."
What did she learn to do with the sword without killing people?
Yang Ruo closed his eyes and acquiesced to Ning Fusang's move to eradicate the problem.
There is no end to retribution, so the opportunity to retaliate should be eliminated at the very beginning.
If everyone is dead, how can there be retribution?
After dealing with the four rogue cultivators, Ning Fusang returned the sword to Yang Ruo. She waved the storage bag in front of his eyes and said, "Everyone who meets you has a share. Can I share one with my senior brother?"
(End of chapter)