Seeing everyone fleeing, a group of Xiaori Sect disciples subconsciously wanted to chase them.

"Don't chase the poor bandits!" But Fu Yushu's words were full of confidence: "They can't escape!"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, several ninth-level Heavenly Masters fled to the edge of Xiaori Sect.

But at the moment when they were about to escape.

"ah!"

Several screams were heard at the same time, and in an instant, those ninth-level gods of the Heavenly Venerable Realm turned into blood mist and began to fall.

Seeing the tragic death of their family leader and sect leader, all the disciples were frightened and lost their minds. But before they could take action, they saw thousands of sword lights flashing, and all the gods and humans on the edge of Xiaori Sect were crushed into pieces by the sword energy.

The blood mist.

At that moment, the leaders of several forces who did not act rashly swallowed their saliva, suddenly felt a chill on their backs, and cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.

At a glance, he saw that a sword array had risen around Xiaori Sect. In the sword array, there were a hundred thousand flying swords.

Among them, there are hundreds of flying swords that are so majestic and frightening.

Obviously, those are all magic weapons!

Hundreds of magic weapons!

Not to mention a second-rate force like the Xiaori Sect, even a first-rate force wouldn't be able to get it, right?

This is obviously Feng Wuchen's handiwork.

Seeing this scene, even the arrogant Master Wolf just now held his breath for fear of being hacked to death by the random sword.

"..."

After being silent for a long time, Patriarch Jinguang pursed his lips and said: "Sword King Zhentian, this is..."

Feng Wuchen said: "This is the formation that Xiaori Sect has just set up to protect the sect. You came here uninvited. I actually forgot about it for a moment. You should be careful. The power of this formation is not weak. Even if

Even if you are in the Great Perfection of Tianzun Realm, you will be injured once you encounter the sword energy..."

This does not require Feng Wuchen to explain.

The fate of those ninth level Heavenly Masters just now is still vivid in my mind.

Ancestor Jinguang nodded obediently and said: "It is indeed the work of the Heaven-Suppressing Sword King. I've seen it! But it's getting late. We have other important things to do, so please open the door."

Array, let me wait and leave!"

Feng Wuchen smiled jokingly. This group of people clearly wanted to destroy the family. Now that they saw that they were defeated, they wanted to retreat. How can such a good thing happen in this world?

Feng Wuchen understood the nature of these people.

The reason why they retreated was not because they realized they were wrong, but because they simply couldn't beat him!

If we let them go like this, who would the dead souls of Xiaori Sect ask for their lives?

"Want to leave? You can...leave everything you have on you, including the ring and Taoist artifacts! Then kneel down and kowtow three times to the deceased disciples of Xiaori Sect to comfort the souls of the dead, and swear by the souls that in this life,

Don’t set foot in Xiaori Sect again!”

"..."

Feng Wuchen's words were so loud that everyone was frightened.

At this moment, the only forces still on the field are the Jinguang Sect, the Zhao Family, and the Wild Wolf Plains. They all have backends.

For a moment, all three of them had angry looks on their faces.

They originally thought that as long as they showed their backers, the other party would not dare to touch them.

Who would have thought that this boy had no intention of letting them go.

As the masters of a force, they have a lot of good things. It is no exaggeration to say that the background of a force is 10%, the secret pavilion and the master of the force each have 40%, and the remaining elders and disciples each have 10%.

If all the Najies were handed over, it would be a huge blow to their forces.

Moreover, they also represent the face of a force. If they kneel down in public, it would be a great shame and humiliation...

It is impossible for them to agree to any one of these three conditions!

Ancestor Jin Guang looked a little ugly: "King Tianzhen Sword, your request is a bit too much, isn't it? There is indeed grudge between us and the Xiaori Sect, but it is against the rules for you to interfere like this!"

Zhao Zhengyang was already furious at this moment, but he still suppressed the anger in his heart and gritted his teeth and said: "Sword King Zhentian, although your methods are superior to mine, but by killing everyone like this, aren't you afraid that the forces behind us will come to settle the matter with you...

"

Feng Wuchen pretended to be innocent and said: "Kill them all? Don't talk nonsense! I have appeared in the Xiaori Sect. So far, I have never taken the initiative to kill a person! That bitch doesn't know whether to live or die and uses charms on me. I

lady will her

Beheaded, she deserved to die, and Yun Zhongzi, but he took the initiative to kill me and was killed by me, so he deserved it. As for the others, huh... they were the ones who bumped into Xiaori Sect's sect-protecting formation.

, can you blame me?"

"you……"

The three of them were very angry by Feng Wuchen's remarks.

"Then I'm leaving now. If you don't open the formation, let me leave!"

Feng Wuchen calmly said: "I thought about it too... It's just that I can't seem to remember the magic formula to open the formation, but if you are willing to agree to my conditions, I may remember it, but not necessarily!

"

Hearing what Feng Wuchen said, the three of them started to curse in their hearts.

You, who are at the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm, have long had the ability to remember photographs, how could you possibly forget such an important matter as controlling the formation.

For a moment, the Master Wolf finally couldn't help it anymore: "Junior! Are you treating me like a monkey? I respect you enough to call you the Heaven-Suppressing Sword King! Otherwise, in my eyes, you

He’s just a yellow-mouthed kid!”

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen was not angry at all, and immediately said: "I certainly don't have more years of cultivation than you. Judging from your appearance, you should have lived for a hundred thousand years, right? Haha... If I had lived for so long

, if you are as weak as you, I would have bought a piece of tofu and killed you..."

Feng Wuchen's words were off the mark, hitting Master Lang's pain point exactly.

Among the leaders of these forces, Master Lang is considered the oldest one.

However, his cultivation has been stuck in a bottleneck since tens of thousands of years ago, and he has never been able to break through. Looking at his former peers, all of them have reached the state of perfection, but he is still standing still, and now he even has to compete with Jin Guang.

The comparison between the ancestor and a junior like Zhao Zhengyang was a problem for him.

Now, even more so, a boy like Feng Wuchen, who only lived for a few hundred years, was pointing at his nose and mocking him, wondering how he could not break his defense.

"Ah... Huangkou kid, you..."

But before Master Lang could get angry, Feng Wuchen shouted softly: "Hmph!"

In an instant, a strong sound spread out. Master Lang suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath. He stepped back several feet before gradually regaining his balance.

At this moment, Feng Wuchen still did not forget to kill people and punish his heart: "Trash must have the consciousness of trash. If you can't beat me, you still dare to yell. Who gave you the courage?"

Master Wolf's chest kept rising and falling, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Okay...very good!" After saying that, Master Lang suddenly turned around and walked out of the mountain gate: "Young boys, follow me and leave. I don't believe this kid really dares to kill me!"
Chapter completed!