As time passed, the atmosphere of fear in the square became more and more intense, and everyone's heartbeats were in their throats.
Soon, a tall middle-aged figure slowly walked out from the steps of the high platform hall at the front of the square.
This man was dressed in a blood-colored robe, with a faint bloody aura lingering around him, and his eyes were as cold as ice.
He stood condescendingly on the high platform, looking down indifferently at the densely packed tens of thousands of monks below the square.
In his eyes, the tens of thousands of human lives below have no value at all. They are no different from the livestock waiting to be slaughtered in the pig pen. They are humble and cheap.
"Today, all of you, tens of thousands of people, bring them as sacrifices to my sword! It is your greatest honor in this life to be able to sharpen and temper this sword! All your unwillingness, resentment, blood and spirit will be integrated into Sword Body!"
The middle-aged man's voice was cold and domineering, without any warmth of humanity. The moment he finished speaking, he clenched his right hand and pulled out the sword from his waist!
This sword is blood red all over, the blade is clean and neat, without any fancy and complicated lines, the shape is simple and simple, and it looks unremarkable.
But the moment the sword edge was unsheathed, an extremely rich and biting smell of blood burst out, sweeping across the entire large square like a tide and filling every inch of the air between heaven and earth!
Just the aura overflowing from the sword is as if there are thousands of corpses buried in it, a boundless sea of blood, containing boundless killing and death!
The extremely ferocious, violent and bloodthirsty sword pressure came crashing down!
It was just the residual power of being unsheathed without any deliberate attack. More than 90% of the monks in the square were instantly dizzy, their hearts shattered, and their souls were shaken by the evil aura.
Countless people couldn't bear this terrifying pressure, their vision went dark, their legs went weak, and they fell straight to the ground one after another.
Thump, thump, thump!
There was a continuous sound of falling to the ground, just like dumplings being dropped. The monks were stunned and paralyzed by the evil spirit. The scene was extremely chaotic and tragic.
Su Jian The middle-aged uncle next to him was shaking violently, his legs were extremely weak, and his body was crumbling. He tried his best to stand firm, and he might collapse at any time.
In the whole chaotic and terrifying square, where everyone is frightened, there is only one person, Su Jian, who stands as tall as a pine and as stable as a rock.
His back was straight, and his posture did not waver at all. He was like a peerless sword with its edge hidden in the world, dormant and waiting to be heard. It could be crushed by the overwhelming evil energy but remained unmoved.
Su Jian looked indifferently, staring quietly at the bloody sword on the high platform, with a clear judgment in his heart.
He could clearly feel the tyrannical power of this blood sword. Sword Body contained endless years of blood energy and killing evil. It was extremely violent and overbearing, far superior to the same level of divine weapons.
I have to admit that this is indeed a rare weapon treasure.
If a monk holds this sword and fights in the same realm, relying on the fierce suppression and blood erosion of the sword, he can definitely gain the upper hand and his combat power will increase several times.
He instantly understood what Blood Sword Pavilion was doing.
Relying on the blood sacrifice of living monks to raise the sword, temper the sword, and repair the sword, and forcibly use human life to build up the ferocity and power of the sword. The sword created by this quick method is domineering and brutal, and its power far exceeds conventional weapons of the same level.
But after clearly seeing the essence of this blood sword and figuring out the method of this evil swordsmanship, Su Jian's dark eyes instantly flashed with extreme disgust and deep contempt.
"The swordsmanship and magical weapons that rely on the blood of living creatures and the resentful souls of living people are completely heresy, dirty and unworthy of publicity. This kind of bloodthirsty magic is not worthy of being called the real way of swordsmanship!"
He recognized the terrifying power of this bloody sword.
But he didn't covet this kind of bloody, cruel and humane cultivation method at all, only contempt and disdain from the bottom of his heart.
At this time, the middle-aged man holding a bloody sword on the high platform walked down the white jade steps step by step.
His movements were casual and casual, his posture was extremely leisurely, and he had a playful and proud smile on his face.
It doesn't look like he's preparing to kill anyone, but rather like he's appreciating his own work of art.
His gaze slowly swept across the square below, looking at the tens of thousands of low-level cultivators in front of him who were shaking violently, with pale faces, and eyes full of despair and fear. His sense of superiority and desire for control completely exploded in his heart.
He enjoys the ultimate pleasure of controlling the lives and deaths of thousands of people with one hand, and the fate of all life is determined by his single thought.
The oppression of death completely enveloped the entire audience, and the emotions of collapse completely overwhelmed everyone's bottom line. Cries and begging for mercy exploded in an instant.
"No! Senior, don't kill me! Please spare my life!"
"I still have an elderly mother at home who is waiting for me to go back and fulfill her filial piety. I just want to send her off for the last time! Please show your kindness!"
"I am about to break through the realm! I have a bright future, it would be a pity to die here! Senior, I am willing to join Blood Sword Pavilion directly, I can kill people and sacrifice my life for you!"
"I know many strongholds where casual cultivators are hiding! I can lead you to arrest people! Please let me go this time!"
Countless people cried bitterly, knelt down and kowtowed, and their foreheads banged against the hard stone surface.
In order to survive, everyone completely put down their dignity, and many people even actively asked for surrender, willing to become accomplices and harm more of their kind, just to exchange for a meager existence.
Su Jian, who was mixed in the crowd, saw all the ugly scenes in front of his eyes, and his heart instantly became cold.
At first, when he saw these innocent monks being reduced to blood sacrifices, he felt a little compassion and planned to save these poor people.
After all, everyone was a victim who was forcibly abducted here, and they should not die in such a miserable way.
But after listening to these people's pleas for mercy, the last trace of pity in his heart completely dissipated.
People who are willing to help others commit cruelty and betray their own kind in order to survive are not worthy of sympathy at all. To die here is purely self-inflicted, and it is not a pity at all.
Looking at the people in the audience who were humblely begging for mercy, the middle-aged man holding the bloody sword suddenly threw his head back and laughed heartily. The laughter was cold and arrogant, full of extreme contempt.
"A bunch of trash like you have accomplished nothing, are you worthy of joining me Blood Sword Pavilion? It is a great honor for you to have your essence, blood and soul refine my natal sword for several lifetimes!"
After the words fell, the middle-aged man's eyes sharpened, and he waved the bloody sword in his hand!
Two dazzling scarlet blood lights tore through the air in an instant, so fast that no one had a chance to react.
Puff! Puff!
Continuous sounds of tearing flesh and blood were heard, and the dozen or so people who had shouted the most ferociously and begged to surrender and lead the way were instantly cut in half by the sword light, and their bodies were violently split in half.
Not a drop of the bright red blood spurted out fell to the ground. It was immediately locked tightly by the strange suction force overflowing from the sword. Countless blood beads quickly gathered into a ball in the air. After spinning and tumbling, they were all poured into the bloody sword body.
In just a short moment, more than a dozen human lives were completely dissipated, reduced to nourishment for the vicious sword, and died cleanly.
The remaining monks around were frightened to death, screaming and running away, and the crowd instantly became a mess.
Su Jian could clearly see that the dozen or so people who died were the most flattering and bottomless group of people just now.
They desperately begged for mercy and were willing to betray their own kind. Instead of gaining a way to live, they died the fastest and most miserably. They were completely undeserved!
The middle-aged man looked at the dozens of shriveled and blackened corpses on the ground that had been drained of their essence and blood. His face was full of disgust and he spat on the ground with disdain.
"A bunch of useless trash!"
He casually held the buzzing and trembling bloody sword, glanced at the remaining crowd with cold eyes, raised his arm again, and prepared to continue to swing the sword to kill.
When this sword falls, no one knows how many innocent people will die tragically on the spot and turn into withered bones under the sword.
The pupils of everyone in the audience shrank suddenly, and their hearts were filled with fear and despair that penetrated their bones. They stared at the bloody sword, not knowing whether they would be the next to die. Everyone was completely enveloped by the shadow of death.
At the moment when everyone was in complete despair, closing their eyes and waiting to die, a cold, cold, emotionless voice suddenly boomed from the crowded crowd!
"That's enough! You're such a loser. Your swordsmanship is extremely bad. You rely on these evil and crooked magic skills to make up for it. The swordsmanship you have developed is still pitifully weak!"
The voice was sonorous and powerful, every word was pronounced, and there was undisguised contempt, ridicule and disdain in his tone.
The square of deathly silence and despair suddenly fell into silence!
This sound was like a violent meteorite that crashed into the stagnant crowd, causing huge waves in the sky.
Everyone present was stunned on the spot, with dull faces. For the first time, they even thought they were hearing hallucinations.
At this critical moment of life and death, everyone was so scared that they knelt down and begged for mercy. How dare someone dare to contradict the Blood Sword Pavilion boss in public, or even directly call him a waste?
This is simply because he thinks he has lived too long and is seeking death!
Tens of thousands of eyes in the square were looking around in an instant, everyone wanted to see who was so brave and dared to challenge Killing God on the edge of a knife!
The middle-aged uncle standing next to Su Jian froze. He suddenly turned his head and stared at Su Jian. His face was filled with extreme shock and horror, and his lips were trembling crazily uncontrollably.
"You... are you crazy?! You don't want your life? How dare you say such a thing!"
Su Jian Looking at his timid and timid appearance, he felt helpless and asked calmly, "Uncle, according to your wishes, can I survive without making a sound or speaking?"
The uncle didn't even think about it and shook his head wildly, "Of course it's impossible!"
All of them were forcibly captured as sacrifices. From the moment they stepped into this square, their outcome was doomed. Sooner or later, they would be drained of their essence and blood by blood sacrifices and die. There was no way to survive.
Su Jian lightly shrugged, not bothering to waste any more words.
People with different paths do not seek each other's will. Some people would rather die than surrender, while some people just live an ignoble existence. They are not the same people in the first place.
At this moment, all eyes in the audience were focused on Su Jian.
Countless looks were mixed with shock, disbelief, confusion, and even more, naked gloating.
Everyone is waiting to see what happens to Su Jian.
They couldn't figure out whether this ordinary young man was completely indifferent to life and death and was stubborn for the last time, or whether he was simply stupid and looking for death.
But everyone knows that if Su Jian provokes the other party in public, the middle-aged man will definitely be the first to kill him and sacrifice his sword.
For them, this is actually a good thing - if someone is in front of them to die, they can live a little longer.
Many people even secretly think that if there were more of these idiots who are not afraid of death, they would be able to live longer.
Under the high platform, the head of the middle-aged man holding a blood sword suddenly turned sideways, and a pair of eyes full of bloody and vicious eyes locked on Su Jian.
In an instant, a monstrous murderous aura erupted from his body, covering Su Jian!
His eyes were twisted, his face was ferocious, and his face was full of extreme rage!
"Damn ant! Who allowed you to interrupt?!"
"Since you are so eager to seek death, I will help you! Let you die first!"
Su Jian's words just now hit the biggest pain point in his life accurately, like a sharp knife piercing his heart, making him feel hurt and angry, and he was completely angry!
Throughout his life, he was born with mediocre kendo qualifications and extremely poor understanding. It would be difficult for him to achieve great success on the path of orthodox kendo.
This is the scar that he hides deep in his heart and least wants to be mentioned. It is his lifelong low self-esteem.
It wasn't until he joined Blood Sword Pavilion that he found this evil cultivation method that relies on human life, essence and blood to quickly improve his strength. He does not need to rely on innate understanding, but only relies on continuous blood sacrifices and killings to quickly improve his strength.
Relying on this kind of heresy and years of accumulation, he managed to reach the level of Late God Emperor Stage, firmly established himself as the senior brother of the Blood Sword Pavilion, and was considered a well-known big shot in this world.
He has been relying on his strength to numb himself, thinking that he has already gotten rid of the shame of mediocre talent.
But today, a seemingly low-ranking ant monk exposed his shortcomings in public, spurned his swordsmanship, and reduced everything he was proud of to worthless!
The extreme anger overwhelmed all his reason in an instant!
The middle-aged man's face was ferocious and terrifying. He clenched the bloody sword with both hands, and the bloody evil energy surged all over his body. He fiercely slashed out at Su Jian!
Phew--!
There was a piercing sound of piercing the air, and a thick scarlet blood-colored sword light tore through the sky, carrying a strong smell of blood and overwhelming murderous intent. It spanned a distance of tens of meters in an instant, and was about to chop Su Jian in half!
In everyone's perception, Su Jian is just a low-level cultivator who has no cultivation and is willing to be slaughtered by others. He has no ability to resist at all. If this sword is used, he will definitely die!
Everyone subconsciously held their breath, waiting to see the scene where Su Jian died.
But at the moment when the bloody sword light was about to fall on Su Jian--
Clang!!!
A clear and harsh sound of clashing gold and iron that shook the whole place suddenly exploded!
That unstoppable bloody sword light broke out of thin air in mid-air!
The broken bloody sword light instantly collapsed and dissipated in the air. The extremely domineering sword just now was destroyed without any sound!
This scene happened so fast and suddenly that all the tens of thousands of monks in the audience were stunned and their minds went blank. No one could understand what happened.