The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 115: Cut into pieces, blood and flesh turned into mud

The stone slab at the center of the collision burst into pieces, splashing everywhere, and smoke and dust filled the air in an instant.

But the next moment, another harsh friction sound came from the smoke, and everyone saw a figure sliding out of the smoke, leaving two deep marks on the ground.

The onlookers looked closely and saw that it was Mo Tianming holding the sword. He looked pale, as if the sudden attack just now had left him a little exhausted.

After taking a deep breath, Mo Tianming finally recovered and the redness returned to his face.

At the entrance of the inn about twenty meters away, Dongfang Que and Yan Ming looked extremely solemn, but they felt strange in their hearts. They were both surprised by Xun Ge'er's audacity.

"There are many experts watching on this street. Isn't Xun afraid of being attacked for killing people in broad daylight as the Seven Killers?"

But to their surprise, many of the surrounding warriors who were watching turned around and left without saying a word.

Watching the fun is one thing, but being affected by the fight between enlightened masters is another.

On the other side of the street, the old man from Broken Sword Villa protected the others behind him and looked at the smoke with a serious look in his eyes.

"Master, we'd better retreat further!"

Xiao Qianfeng nodded when he heard this, a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes. Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a noise coming from the smoke.

choke--

Another sword chant was heard, causing Mo Tianming's expression to change drastically.

"Junior Brother Duan!"

Duan Hai still remained in the smoke, and beside him was Fang Xun.

Just when Mo Tianming realized this and was about to rush into the smoke to save people, a strong wind suddenly blew.

The smoke was instantly blown away by the air wave, revealing a scene that made Mo Tianming's eyes water.

The silver blade light burst into brilliant light, surrounding and enveloping Duan Hai from all directions.

In just a moment, it seemed like ten, a hundred, or even a thousand strikes, and then the sword light disappeared again.

Duan Hai could no longer be seen at the spot. Only a skeleton with strands of flesh stuck to it remained. Thick flesh and blood covered an area of ​​three meters around him, like red mud.

Fang Xun's face with green teeth shone coldly under the sunlight.

At this moment, he was dressed in black, standing quietly in the middle of a quagmire covered with scarlet flesh and blood, with the Hell Moon Blade in his hand razor-sharp.

Against the backdrop of the scarlet blood reflected by the sunlight shining on the ground, the man looked like an Asura evil spirit in the sea of ​​blood in hell, exuding infinite demonic nature.

silence!

The whole street suddenly became deathly silent!
The crowds on the street suddenly stopped walking and turned into running, leaving only a very few brave people still watching.

In the distance, there was a team of more than a dozen people who not only did not choose to leave, but instead walked towards them quickly.

The people from Broken Sword Villa on the street were also slowly retreating, as if they were not going to bother with this matter.

As Xiao Qianfeng retreated, he could no longer maintain the elegant demeanor of a handsome young man, and his lips moved with difficulty.

"One swing of the knife, thousands of cuts, blood and flesh turned into mud."

Dongfang Que and Yan Ming also pretended to retreat quietly, as if they were afraid that the noise would be too loud and would attract the attention of the evil ghost Shura who was more than 20 meters away.

"Junior Brother Duan!!!"

A shrill wail like a cuckoo's cry of blood broke the brief silence.

Mo Tianming's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed towards Fang Xun with a sword in hand, using his most powerful killing move.

After witnessing his fellow apprentice being stabbed into pieces, the rage in his heart burned to its limit, erupting like a volcano.

"Ming Wangye Fire Blade——"

choke--

The fiery red sword energy cut through the air, just like the wrath of the Ming King, sending down the red lotus fire to cleanse the world.

Mo Tianming's anger, murderous intent, and hatred were all condensed in this one knife. He vowed in his heart to grind the evil ghost Shura in front of him to ashes to avenge his junior brother!

"Interesting swordplay, even more exquisite than the "Three Swords of Avici Road", but it's a pity that the person wielding the sword is not good enough."

Seeing the red knife light approaching, Fang Xun showed a smile instead. He activated the forbidden blood-burning technique in his body, evaporated his blood, and swung the Hell Moon Knife in his hand fiercely.

At this moment, everyone on the street suddenly felt that the surroundings seemed to have become a little colder, and they couldn't help but shiver.

Those who were close felt needle-like pain all over their bodies, which immediately made them scared to death. But when they felt it again and realized it was an illusion, they breathed a sigh of relief and ran even faster.

Yan Ming and Dongfang Que's eyes froze and they quickly turned around to prevent him from looking at the situation on the field.

"You can't watch it, it's "Three Swords of Avici Road"!"

Unlike other onlookers on the street, these two people are very aware of the strangeness of this sword technique.

Even if you are just watching, you will be affected by the sword intent. If you look too deeply, it may leave a deep shadow in your heart, which will become an obstacle to your future progress.

After the knife was swung out, the silver knife light instantly split into three, turning into three pure black, piercing and sharp edges that pounced on the red knife light like ink.

In just a moment, the black ink extinguished the red fire of karma. Mo Tianming felt as if he had fallen into a mountain of knives and hell. His entire body was being cut into pieces, and he didn't even have time to react.

In just a moment, the street became silent again.

The knife light disappeared, and the street between Fang Xun and Mo Tianming was also deserted, as if it had been plowed hard.

Mo Tianming stood there blankly without moving, still swinging his sword, but his pupils had completely lost their luster.

A shallow bloodstain appeared on his chest, but the inside was full of holes. The knife energy entered his body and raged, crushing his meridians and internal organs into meat paste in an instant.

The next moment, there was a "plop" sound, and the body part below the head exploded into blood mud and spread on the ground. Only the head fell with a "plop" on the thick blood mud, splashing a few red lines.

Xun, who was standing in the same place, turned pale under the mask, and a fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat, but he suppressed it.

"You can't even leave your body intact. You still haven't mastered the Three Swords of Avici Path." He leaped onto the roof of a street roof, and after a few more rises and falls, he disappeared, leaving with a trace of regret in his heart.

The silence only lasted for a moment. The sound of Fang Xun's departure finally brought the people who were still watching to their senses, and a shrill howl pierced the air.

"what--"

Then, another group of onlookers on the street turned around and fled, their faces pale and they shouted wildly, as if they were shocked by the captivating sword power of "The Three Swords of Avici Path".

In the end, only two teams of more than ten people each not only did not leave, but instead walked quickly towards the crime scene.

One of the groups was a dozen people from Broken Sword Villa. Except for the old man in gray, everyone else, including Xiao Qianfeng, looked pale.

The terrifying knife strike just now directly captured their minds. Just by watching, they felt like they were in a hell of knives.

The old man in gray was also watching intently, but he was much better than the others, his expression was just a little more serious.

He was still thinking in his mind. He believed that he was stronger than Mo Tianming, but what if he was the one facing this knife?
After just a moment of thought, he had the answer.

'You can kill the other person, but you will be injured.'

When the people from Broken Sword Villa walked to the messy crime scene covered with blood and mud, Dongfang Que and Yan Ming, who were standing at the door of the inn, were also looking at it from afar.

Then they heard footsteps hurriedly coming here.

Dongfang Que turned around and saw a special team.

There are more than a dozen people in this team, about half of them are men and half are women. They can be clearly distinguished at a glance, as if they are composed of two groups.

On the male side, everyone was dressed in white, serious-looking, and had a sharp aura, giving people the feeling that they were swords ready to be unsheathed at any time.

The young man in the lead made people feel that he was not a person, but a sword. The sword's sharp edge made people unconsciously ignore the other person's appearance.

As for the women, they were all dressed in colorful palace clothes. They looked very beautiful, graceful and charming with excellent looks and features.

But in front of the girl in the lead, all the other beauties around her were completely overshadowed.

The girl looked like a fairy descending from the Moon Palace, so beautiful and noble that others could not help but feel ashamed when looking at her.

Dongfang Que and Yan Ming were also stunned by the aura of the girl and the young man, and immediately recognized who they were.

"It's Yue Liuli from Caixia Sect and Jian Wuyi from Shenjian Lake!"

Caixia Sect, one of the thirty-six sects and six gangs, is a sect composed entirely of women.

Shenjian Lake, one of the thirty-six great swords, is a sacred place for swordsmanship in the martial arts world, and its reputation has been passed down for nine hundred years.

The two were also startled by Fang Xun's previous knife attack, and the faces of the other disciples around them were also dazed and pale, and they have not yet recovered.

Yue Liuli was better, but there was still some shock on her face: "This knife feels like a knife from hell.

As long as this kind of sword technique exists in the world, it will not be unknown, but I can't recognize which school of sword technique it belongs to. Brother Jian, do you recognize it?"

Jian Wuyi's expression was only slightly relaxed, but his eyes were filled with a raging fighting spirit.

"I don't know, but it's not bad. I want to fight him!"

The man was extremely indifferent. He didn't even bother to look at the beauty beside him. All his eyes were focused on the two pools of blood and the remains of the body in front of him.

In response to Yue Liuli's question, he only said ten words and was unwilling to say even one more word.

Yue Liuli seemed to be used to it. Knowing that the other party was a cold person who was very frugal with words, she said no more and the group just walked in silence on the street.

On the other side, Dongfang Que and Yan Ming glanced at them and then looked away. Without paying any attention to the people from Broken Sword Villa, they turned around and walked quickly towards the inn.

The two of them were going to see if Fang Xun had returned. If not, they would have to stay here in case someone else came looking for them so that they could provide cover.

In the guest room, Fang Xun was seen sitting cross-legged on the ground with a crescent-shaped scimitar placed on his knees. Everything seemed exactly the same as before he left, the only change was his expression.

At this moment his face was pale. Although he had just killed Mo Tianming, who was in the Awakening Realm, with a single strike, it was only possible because he used the forbidden technique of "Record of Essence and Blood Cultivation" to burn some of his essence and blood. Otherwise, he would not have been able to kill the other party.

But this is harmless to Fang Xun.

"Absorb the essence of Shilong and Li Xunhuan."

As he silently recited the mantra in his heart, a warm current suddenly emerged in his body and was absorbed by him, and his face gradually turned from white to red.

It may be that the foundation he laid in the Postnatal Realm is too solid, and absorbing the essence of these Tongmai Realm people has not much effect on his progress.

Nowadays, the essence of martial arts characters is not very helpful for cultivation, but it is very good for healing or replenishing essence and blood.

On the street, a pair of eyes filled with deep hatred were staring at Dongfang Que and Yan Ming. They both noticed it but didn't care.

The two knew that it was Li Xiu and didn't take it seriously. If it was Xiao Qianfeng, they would have taken a second look.

"Brother, they..."

Seeing the two men were about to walk into the inn, Li Xiu finally couldn't help but shouted to Xiao Qianfeng with an unwilling look on his face.

Xiao Qianfeng, who was sensing the residual energy on the two corpses, had a flash of impatience in his eyes. He raised his head and was about to say something, but suddenly he felt something and looked towards the inn where Fang Xun and the other two were staying across the street.

Just as the two of them walked to the door, Dongfang Que's face suddenly froze.

"careful!"

He pushed Yan Ming away without hesitation and quickly retreated.

whoosh-

Just then, a sound of breaking through the air was heard, and more than thirty people from Broken Sword Villa, Caixia Sect, and Shenjian Lake, who had sensed the movement, all turned their heads to look.

Then a hint of green accompanied by a silver bell-like laughter came into everyone's sight.

"Haha, this little sister is so beautiful, it makes me feel itchy. Why don't you share the joy with me and let me love you well!"

A long green silk ribbon, like a silk thread, rolled towards Dongfang Que like lightning and was about to wrap around his body!
(End of this chapter)