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Outer City, Western Ward.
Dark clouds hung low in the sky, and suddenly--
"Tsk!"
The clouds high in the sky were suddenly torn open by a dazzling long green light, creating a huge gap.
The whistling sound in the sky came from far to near, and in the blink of an eye, it crashed down from the sky!
Immediately afterwards, fifteen cyan Sword-Ray roared in like a violent storm, and suddenly spread out directly above the Eternal Life Martial Sect Bluestone compound, circling and stirring.
Sword Qi intertwined into a huge sword net in the void, and murderous intent instantly completely enveloped the streets and alleys with a radius of half a mile.
"That's... Immortal?!"
"Flying Sword! It's the sword immortals from Inner City who are here!"
"Run! Close the door!"
The mortal vendors who were still setting up stalls on both sides of the street, the refugees begging along the street, and even a few low-level Qi Refining Rogue Cultivator who were hanging out in Outer City, suddenly turned earth-colored when they saw the sword light covering the sky and the figure hanging high in the sky."
Not even bothering to collect the copper coins on the stall, he quickly got back into the house and bolted the door.
Immortal cultivators... usually regard Outer City as a filthy place and would never set foot there.
And once groups of sword cultivators arrive, it means killing and purging.
Under such power, the lives of mortals are like a piece of grass. Even if they are just swept away by the aftermath of Flying Sword, they will turn into a ball of blood mist in an instant!
In just a few breaths, the entire street fell into deathly silence, with only the sound of swords tearing through the sky echoing among the rubble.
In mid-air, Chen Yuan stepped on the blue Flying Sword and stood with his hands behind his back.
The large gray gold monk's robes rustled in the strong wind, and he looked down at the courtyard made of rough Bluestone below, with his eyes as if he were looking down at a dirty ant nest.
Beside him, three Fourth Realm Late Stage sword cultivators and twelve Third Realm elite disciples were hovering in the air, all with cold and arrogant expressions, undisguised disgust and contempt hanging from the corners of their eyes and brows.
For these talented people who have been cultivating in Spirit Vein cave abode since childhood, setting foot in this filthy place without even a trace of Spiritual Qi, or even taking a breath of the air here, is a kind of blasphemy against their own Daoist hearts.
"A group of mortal ants who don't know whether to live or die dare to claim territory as their clan."
A Fourth Realm sword cultivator next to Chen Yuan sneered and said in a serious tone, "Elder, why do you need to say more? When the disciples sacrifice Flying Sword, just wipe out the area of one hundred feet and chop these arrogant mud-legged people into pulp!"
"No rush."
Chen Yuan raised his hand to stop the disciple's restlessness.
His gaze penetrated the courtyard wall and landed on the three unpacked coarse porcelain pots in the center of Training Ground, as well as the trace of Fifth Stage Dragon Marrow Zhi's scent remaining in the air.
Song He is his close disciple.
It would be too easy for them to crush these mortals to death with just one sword strike.
He wants these despicable warriors to kneel down and beg for mercy in endless fear and despair, and uses the most cruel punishment in the world to break their bones bit by bit!
Chen Yuan raised his right hand slightly and took out a heavy broad sword from Storage Bag with the Canghai Sword Sect runes engraved all over its body.
With a little force from the fingertips, Greatsword roared down!
"Boom!"
Greatsword fell to the ground like a meteor, impartially, and penetrated straight into the stone slab in the center of the Eternal Life Martial Sect Martial Training Plaza, sinking several feet deep. The violent Sword Qi shook the surrounding Bluestone into powder!
Chen Yuan took a step in the air, and Peak Fifth Realm's huge spiritual pressure was like a river pouring from the sky, crashing over the entire compound:
"Mortal ants stole the elixir of my clan and massacred my immortal sect True Disciple!"
Chen Yuan's voice was like rolling thunder, exploding in the void, making the entire Western Ward's eaves tiles rustle:
"The leader of the sect, get out of the hall and be bound within three breaths!"
"I destroyed all my muscles and bones, handed over the remaining great medicine, and the entire sect, young and old, knelt down and committed suicide!"
"If you hesitate for even a moment, I will teach you that if Outer City chickens and dogs are not left alive, Divine Soul will be destroyed!"
The sound of thunder is rolling, and the killing intent is overwhelming.
From the perspective of Chen Yuan and other sword cultivators, this kind of pressure and ultimatum, which was like a punishment from the gods, was enough to scare the mortals in the hall who had never seen the world to death and make them kowtow like garlic.
However, inside the high walls of Bluestone, it was eerily quiet.
On Training Ground, there was no chaotic scene of crying for father and mother, kneeling down and begging for mercy as imagined.
Around the Flying Sword that was stuck diagonally on the stone ground, thirty young men armed with two-foot-long Black Iron heavy guns and carrying heavy pig-iron shields were quickly forming a formation.
Li Meng stood at the front, half squatting on the ground, holding a heavy shield several inches thick in front of him.
The teenagers' foreheads were covered with cold sweat. Under the Peak Fifth Realm spiritual pressure, their shoulders were shaking slightly, and their skin was aching from the pressure.
But no one backed away.
Thirty pairs of young bloodshot eyes stared at the immortals with fluttering clothes in the sky through the gaps in the heavy shields. Instead of fear, deep in their eyes burned the cold and fierce light of a beast forced into a desperate situation!
Blood-Locking Art is running wildly in the body.
Thirty new breakthroughs Second Realm Qi and Blood interlocked and blended together, turning into a tough steel wall along the heavy shield and gun barrel, and actually resisted the majestic spiritual pressure falling from the air above the head!
Within the main hall.
Su Yueli sits quietly at the top.
The roar of swords and thunderous roars from the outside world made her frown slightly.
Having lived for more than 10,000 years, she has seen too many tragic catastrophes in which the Immortal Sect was overthrown and Gods and Devils fell.
In her eyes, the dozen or so little sword cultivators who stepped on Flying Sword and thought they were in charge of life and death were no different from the ants lying in the corner showing off their power.
She didn't even raise her eyelids, she just picked up the tea bowl, blew the floating foam gently, and took a sip.
Three feet away from her, Han Yu and Lu Chang'an stood side by side.
There were still dried and blackened blood scabs on their bodies, and their messy hair was tied back casually.
Listening to the overbearing ultimatum above the head that killed the Immortal Sect True Disciple and caused the whole sect to kneel down and commit suicide, displeasure flashed in Han Yu's eyes.
Fifth-Realm Martial Artist's new bone marrow surges like magma in the body!
In the Black Dragon Secret Realm, she was chased by Flying Sword of the Canghai Sword Sect. Her left shoulder was severed and she was almost buried in the wilderness.
At that time, this group of Immortal Sect disciples were aloof and regarded them as ants that could be easily crushed to death.
And now... the other party dares to chase him to the gate of the Martial Sect and make the whole sect commit suicide!
Lu Chang'an dragged the Dark Iron Sledgehammer, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, with one hand, and the hammer head rubbed against the stone bricks, making a low whimper.
Then he grinned, his eyes shining with pure wildness and madness.
Feeling the violent fighting spirit almost bursting out of the two True Disciple beside him, Su Yueli slowly put down the tea bowl in his hand.
The porcelain bowl fell on the table and made a very light "ta" sound.
Su Yueli raised his clear eyes, looked at Han Yu, then at Lu Chang'an, his voice was as calm as if he was telling them to go to the backyard to fetch water:
"The marrow has been replaced and bones have grown."
"Go on, go outside and test... your current weight."
"Disciple accepts the order!"
Han Yu and Lu Chang'an bowed and clasped their fists, their voices as deep as iron.
The moment he finished speaking, Han Yu suddenly turned around and strode out of the hall.
On the weapons rack on one side of Training Ground, there lay quietly a bladeless giant sword whose entire body was polished from the rough blank of Eight Thousand Jin Deep-Sea Black Iron.
The sword was more than two palms wide and more than five feet long. It was dark and heavy, and it would be difficult for ten strong men to move it even with the combined strength of them.
Han Yu stepped forward, opened the five fingers of his right hand slightly, and suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword!
"Get up!"
She shouted lowly, and Fifth-Realm Martial Artist's Qi and Blood exploded from her palm. She picked up the black giant sword as heavy as a mountain with one hand and dragged it diagonally to her side!
The tip of the sword pressed against the Bluestone plate, directly cutting a ravine on the ground.
Han Yu had no expression on his face as he walked straight through the formation wall of Li Meng and others and walked towards the closed door of Bluestone.
She raised her left hand, pressed it on the door, and exerted force suddenly!
"Squeak--boom!!"
Bluestone The door was pushed open by a violent force, hitting the stone walls on both sides, sending smoke and dust filling the sky!
The slightly cold wind in the early morning blew into the door.
Han Yu was alone, dragging Eight-Thousand-Jin Black Iron Greatsword, step by step out of the stone steps of the gate.
Black Iron rubbed violently against the rough Bluestone road surface, dragging out a blazing white spark in the dim streets!