Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

"Die!"

Xu Sanyan used his halberd to block the oncoming long sword and rushed into the crowd.

One man and one halberd were like killing machines. As the halberd fell, blood always splashed and there were bursts of screams.

The misty fruit was held in his hand. Xu Sanyan was distracted to protect the fruit while fighting with it, but his movements were not affected at all.

The halberd was like a sickle for mowing grass. Every time it fell, it would harvest a fresh life.

"Ah!"

A man raised his sword to block, but was cut into two parts with the sword. The scarlet blood was thrown and dyed the ground under his feet red.

Jiang Yan held the long sword tightly, and the sweat on his palm made the hilt a little slippery.

He watched with his own eyes as a family elder had his lungs dug out, and the smelly internal organs flowed out of his body, dyeing his clothes red.

The family elder was not dead yet, and could only lie on the ground and scream. The shrill scream was palpitating.

Jiang Yan knew that he was hopeless. Even the elixir would not help with such injuries.

Suddenly, he felt a little regretful. Perhaps he should not have been deceived by Fang Qingge and blindly participated in it.

Although the treasure is good, you must also recognize your own abilities. Blindly following will only make you a cannon fodder.

But it is too late to regret now.

Fang Qingge panted violently, with deep shock in her eyes. It has only been a few days since they last met, and Xu Sanyan has reached this point!

The first time the two fought in the drum tower, it ended in a draw.

The second time they fought for the jade slip, the four of them joined forces and he left calmly.

This is the third time, and the gap between the two is already very obvious.

But from the first to the third time, the interval is less than a month.

"Disperse!"

Fang Qingge roared, and the crowd suddenly dispersed, leaving Xu Sanyan standing in the center with blood all over his body, his contemptuous expression full of arrogance and unruliness, and the halberd was swung lightly, and blood dripped along the sharp blade.

Looking at the gray fruit again, it was still in his hand.

The people who were not dead yet were wailing at his feet, and countless broken limbs were scattered around him, making him look like a ghost crawling out of hell!

This scene deeply shocked everyone.

Fang Qingge took a deep breath. In just half a quarter of an hour, one third of the more than one hundred people had gone, and the remaining people were also terrified and unwilling to fight with them again.

"I lost, you go."

Fang Qingge was a little depressed, watching the tragic deaths of his junior brothers and sisters who used to respect him, which made him feel unbearable.

"Why bother? I've never liked fighting, but you guys forced me to do it."

Xu Sanyan casually untied his belt, shook his shoulders, and the blood-stained robe fell off, revealing his naked and strong body.

Tu Wanshan narrowed his eyes and lowered his head slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

Xiangtan smacked his lips and stared blankly at Xu Sanyan walking out of the crowd. Everyone spontaneously made way for him, and no one dared to stop him.

Qin Manyang looked at the strong body and swallowed silently. The shock in her heart was no less than Fang Qingge's.

Speaking of which, she was the first person to know Xu Sanyan.

When they were in Qiyang Mountain, Xu Sanyan was only a perfect foundation, and she was already at the initial stage of the maze.

The second time they met, he was already the contemporary saint, and his cultivation had successfully broken through the maze.

At this moment, in less than two years, she was still at the initial stage of the maze, and Xu Sanyan had grown into someone she needed to look up to.

Only two years...

It felt like two hundred years had passed.

Elder Ren and others bowed their heads respectfully, not daring to look directly at him.

Xiangtan also reacted at this moment, quickly took out clothes and put them on him, then followed closely behind Xu Sanyan, proudly straightening his chest, making his clothes more bulging.

Wei Xunzhi, who was standing not far away, looked at the fierce Xu Sanyan, and smiled bitterly.

I don't know whether it is lucky or unfortunate to be born in the same era with such a person.

Lucky because she can see the grace and talent of such a genius. In contrast, she knows the vastness of the world and reflects her own insignificance.

Unfortunately, it is because Xu Sanyan's brilliance is eye-catching, and the blazing light makes her dim.

Wei Xunzhi sighed, no longer proud of the past, what hundreds of insects worshiped when she was born, what seven-year-old refined essence, twenty-year-old heavenly man, now seems so ridiculous.

Xu Sanyan didn't know what they were thinking, so he strode away with the fruit in one hand, followed by Qin Manyang and others.

Tu Wanshan thought for a moment and followed.

Fang Qingge looked up and sighed, "Alas, I lost my wife and my soldiers..."

After this battle, Xu Sanyan's position as the first person of the younger generation was completely established, and no one could match him.

"Dang~!"

Suddenly, the sound of a gong appeared again, and another person disappeared, causing panic.

Fang Qingge suddenly thought, is this ghost thing still there?

It hasn't sounded for so long, he thought that thing had left.

But he didn't provoke it, why did it pester him?

Fang Qingge was full of melancholy, and waved his hand, "Let's go."

After that, he led people to the direction where Jingyi left. Wei Xunzhi looked at the people behind him and chose to follow.

Luo Qingwei and Fang Qingge had a very close relationship, so naturally they had to follow.

Jiang Yan stood there and thought for a moment, and finally made a decision. He didn't plan to continue to get involved. As long as he could stay safe until the secret realm was opened, he would be satisfied, so he led people to leave in another direction.

As everyone dispersed, the place became completely quiet, leaving only the remains of the corpse that no one had collected.

After a long time, a shadow of an attic suddenly appeared beside the jasper tree branch, then it gradually solidified, and finally completely turned into a solid entity, gently falling to the ground.

Bright lights shone from the attic.

Creak——

The wooden door was pushed open a crack, and a woman dressed as a young woman stood quietly at the door, wearing a lavender robe scattered on her body, with a lazy and comfortable feeling.

The bare feet under her feet were bumpy, and the pink arches drew a perfect arc. Even though they were exposed, they were not stained with a speck of dust.

The ten toes were painted with red nail polish, and they were tilted from time to time, which made them more sexy and playful.

The young woman gathered the messy hair behind her head and tied a ponytail naturally. She stood blankly at the threshold without stepping out of the attic.

The young woman blinked her beautiful eyes and looked up at the treetops that were originally hung with fruits, but now there was nothing.

"Alas..."

"No matter how elaborate the arrangement is, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes after tens of thousands of years."

The young woman sighed in her heart. This is the seventh fruit that has been lost in the past ten thousand years.

As the fruits gradually decreased, she clearly felt that the pressure from heaven and earth was gradually increasing.

"Alive..."

The young woman's eyes showed confusion. She didn't know if she was living like this, and what was the difference between being dead?

For tens of thousands of years, she could only be trapped in the secret realm, and she didn't even dare to take a step out of the attic, but the heavenly tribulation still refused to let her go.

Sometimes, she also envied Yuan Anping. At least he dared to risk his life for freedom. Although he lost in the end, his courage was worthy of her admiration.

"Freedom..."

"Cage..."

The young woman remembered what Yuan Anping said.

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