At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The enemy was in chaos, and the enemy was in chaos.

A group of Tianquan Villa disciples immediately surrounded and attacked, and went straight to Minghou with swords and knives.

Minghou held the giant blade and snorted coldly: "Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish."

As soon as the voice fell, he was seen as fast as lightning, and the long sword in his hand swung continuously, and one after another terrifying sword light flew out.

In an instant, screams came one after another, blood dyed the marble bricks red, and the disciples of Tianquan Villa were cut in half by the sword light.

Minghou was like an evil ghost coming out of the abyss, ruthlessly harvesting one life after another.

His sword skills were extremely sharp, and every sword contained incomparable dominance.

Under such slaughter, the disciples of Tianquan Villa finally knew fear and began to stay away from this killing god.

Whether it was the disciples or the elders, they all looked at Ming Hou in horror, their hearts filled with fear.

Although Tianquan Villa was well-known in the martial arts world, in the end, its owner, Old Man Tianquan, was only at the Free Earth Realm.

Even the older generation of disciples in the villa, most of them were still below the fourth realm, and only a few elders had entered the Vajra Ordinary Realm.

However, Ming Hou did not stop his killing. He stepped forward step by step, forcing the remaining disciples to retreat continuously.

Soon, they retreated to the front of Old Man Tianquan, and there was no way to retreat.

Ming Hou's giant blade was dripping with blood, and he slowly walked towards Old Man Tianquan, with a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

Old Man Tianquan was pale, and he knew that he would not have a good end today.

The only chance was to let the disciples of this villa take their lives to fill his way out.

Although he was over fifty years old, he cherished his life very much. He didn't want to fight with the madman in front of him unless it was absolutely necessary.

He took a deep breath, tears in his eyes, and suddenly said: "Over the years, I have always regarded you as my own child, and even taught you all my skills. Can't I give Tianquan Villa a chance to survive and give Master a chance to survive?"

Old man Tianquan's face flashed with pain, and tears rolled in his eyes.

After hearing what old man Tianquan said, Ming Hou stopped and said in a low voice: "A chance to survive, did you give them a chance to survive in the past?"

Old man Tianquan narrowed his eyes slightly. Since playing the emotional card is useless, don't blame him for being cruel.

"Master! Don't hold back anymore. He is just a person. Why are you afraid of him?" A Tianquan elder in the Vajra Ordinary Realm couldn't help but speak out.

Tianquan Villa has more than 800 disciples, and there are eight elders under his door, four of whom have entered the Vajra Ordinary Realm.

With the addition of Elder Tianquan, who is in the realm of freedom, he may not be unable to fight him.

The disciples of Tianquan Villa also began to threaten that they would kill the traitor who betrayed their master.

But how could they know the blood feud that Ming Hou carried?

Looking at the blood on the butcher knife, Ming Hou was stunned.

He raised his head, looked at the indignant disciples, and explained again: "This is a private matter between me and Elder Tianquan. It has nothing to do with you. Leave now, I won't hurt your lives!"

Some disciples who had known Ming Hou stepped forward and said angrily: "Ming Hou! We are brothers from the same sect, but you pointed the butcher knife at your fellow disciples and mentor without saying a word. How is it different from that devil?"

"Shut up!" Ming Hou shouted, and his voice echoed throughout Tianquan Villa.

For those who don't know the truth, calling him mentor is an insult to the dead people in Wangyi Tower.

"You killed my parents and slaughtered my entire clan. Do you still deserve to be called my mentor?" Ming Hou asked sternly.

"What do you mean?" The disciple frowned.

"Thirteen years ago, it was the owner of Tianquan Villa, Old Man Tianquan, who killed the entire Wangyi Tower." Ming Hou stood with a knife in his hand, his eyes fierce.

"And I! I am the young master of Wangyi Tower back then!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

"What?!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The owner of the villa has done good deeds all his life. How could he be the real murderer of the Wangyi Tower tragedy back then!"

As soon as Ming Hou's words came out, the entire Tianquan Villa fell into madness.

"Ming Hou! Don't confuse the public with your lies!"

Seeing that the disciples turned their eyes to him one by one, Old Man Tianquan's eyes were red and he glared at Ming Hou.

"If there was no truth, how could I point the butcher knife at you, a hypocrite." After saying this, Ming Hou clenched the giant blade.

"Words are not enough! Produce evidence for everything, don't slander others."

"That's right. Whenever there is a war in Beili, the owner of the manor is the first to rush to the battlefield to distribute porridge and disaster relief. Why would such a kind-hearted person kill the entire Wangyi Building?"

"That's right, it's simply the most ridiculous thing in the world,

I am afraid that someone will accept the reward from others and will not be able to resist the temptation. After all, killers have no bottom line! "

...

The comments unfavorable to Elder Tianquan gradually drowned out. Elder Tianquan's efforts over the years have not been in vain. The image of a good man he created outside has been deeply rooted.

These disciples will not investigate the so-called truth. In their cognition, they only believe what they see.

Ming Hou took a deep breath, and his original pity disappeared.

He held the giant blade in his hand, and his eyes were full of murderous intent: "Since you want evidence, I will give it to you. "

Ming Hou exerted force on his right arm, holding the giant blade tightly in his hand and slashing forward fiercely.

The sharp blade cut through the sky, like a thousand troops galloping, with supreme dominance and momentum.

Puff!

Blood splashed, and the necks of all the disciples were cut off, and the bloody necks were thrown high.

This scene made all the disciples of Tianquan Villa stagnate in place.

Even the old man Tianquan was shocked.

Ming Hou stood in place, shrouded in blood mist, looking extremely evil and terrifying.

Want evidence! Then go to hell to see his relatives for evidence!

Ming Hou's whole body was full of momentum, and he swung the giant blade in his hand and rushed to the crowd.

"Kill! Kill him!"

"Kill this devil! "

Everyone finally reacted, and they all took out their weapons, rushed forward, and fought with Ming Hou.

For a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Although these disciples were not those wild sects in the world, they were still so vulnerable in the face of Ming Hou.

Old man Tianquan finally couldn't sit still. If all these disciples died, he would not be able to escape.

He roared, pushed out his palms, and two fierce true qi emerged from his body, turning into two white silks, and blasted towards Ming Hou.

"For those sacrificed disciples, die! "Old Man Tianquan roared.

Ming Hou frowned, jumped lightly, and dodged the killing palm of Old Man Tianquan.

At the same time, the giant blade in his hand swung violently, and a huge blade light slashed towards Old Man Tianquan in the waist.

Seeing this, Old Man Tianquan hurriedly drew the long sword from his waist to block the attack.

But his strength was too different from that of Ming Hou, and now he was even older, no longer at his peak. With a "clang" sound!

The long sword in his hand was directly shaken off, and the whole person was also shaken by the residual power of the blade light and flew backwards.

After Ming Hou landed, the giant blade tilted on the ground and slowly walked towards Old Man Tianquan.

Old Man Tianquan fell to the ground, blood kept flowing out of his mouth, and his eyes were full of fear.

The sound of the giant blade rubbing against the ground was like a symphony of death, shocking the heart.

Ming Hou approached step by step, and Old Man Tianquan could only watch him approach little by little.

"I think we can still talk! "Old Man Tianquan suppressed his panic and said with difficulty.

His only hope now is that he can survive.

He has not yet broken through the free and easy heaven realm, the legendary realm, or the immortal class, and he does not want to die yet!

Ming Hou stopped, looked down at Old Man Tianquan, and said coldly: "Go to hell and talk to your father! "

After the words fell, Ming Hou swung the giant blade in his hand and wiped it towards the neck of the old man Tianquan.

Seeing that he could not escape, the old man Tianquan gritted his teeth fiercely, revealing a trace of madness.

Then, he took out a white pill from his arms and swallowed it in one gulp.

And the old man Tianquan's already gray hair also became whiter at the speed of the naked eye, and his skin began to become shriveled.

Ming Hou frowned, without the slightest hesitation, he turned his wrist and chopped down the giant blade fiercely.

With a puff, the old man Tianquan's head was directly separated, and the head rolled a few times, and then stopped, with a face full of unwillingness.

The old man Tianquan died, but his appearance before his death was creepy.

His face was full of hideousness, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his body was stiff.

"Master! "The remaining disciples were horrified when they saw this, and they all knelt on the ground and cried.

The destruction of Tianquan Villa had left them with either changing sects or fending for themselves.

But changing sects in the martial arts world is not easy.

Ming Hou did not choose to kill them all. As long as these people did not block his way, he had no reason to draw his sword.

His sword had drunk too much blood today...