Great Dao Ji

Ke Mengfan took a deep breath.

With his martial arts skills at this level, he could sense something in his heart. The moment Feng Qingxuan stepped into this city, he felt something in his heart.

But when he really saw him, he realized that this son of the Demon Sect was much stronger than he had imagined.

The long street was crowded with people, and he stood with his hands behind his back, and he attracted all the attention.

No matter which direction you look from, you can't ignore his existence.

He is arrogant and domineering.

At a glance, Ke Mengfan knew the will of the son of the Demon Sect.

"A mere list of weapons actually attracted the son of the saint."

Ke Mengfan raised his head and drank the wine in the pot, chuckled:

"But I heard that the Demon Sect has always been low-key. The son of the saint showed up in public, so he is not afraid of people from the court coming?"

"Low-key?"

Feng Qingxuan's eyes were calm: "That was in the past. The Holy Sect will not hide behind the scenes in the future!"

Ke Mengfan was in his heart.

The Six Hells Demon Sect has a very long history, but the reason why they can survive to this day is not because they are so powerful that they are invincible, but because they never show up in the martial arts world.

Even when Pang Wanyang unified the Demon Sect decades ago, he never really came out.

Now, the Six Hells Demon Sect is actually going to come out?

What confidence do they have to dare to come out in the face of the world?

You know, although the Six Hells Demon Sect is powerful, it is still inferior to the righteous martial arts world in the world, and the court will not tolerate them.

Just relying on Pang Wanyang alone?

Huhu~~~

Feng Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back. Although he was looking up, he gave people the illusion of looking down:

"Submit to me and I will spare your life."

"Submit? Hahaha."

Ke Mengfan's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled coldly:

"Your joke is not funny."

"This Saint, I never joke."

Feng Qingxuan sighed softly:

"It seems that you have made a choice."

While the words were still flowing, Feng Qingxuan's clothes suddenly moved without wind, fluttering.

The black and gold robes were lifted up, as vast as the starry sky.

In an instant, the surging true energy had already roared out, beating in all directions like a sudden wave!

Crack!

With Feng Qingxuan as the center, the stone slabs around him suddenly cracked and shattered, and the visible ripples swept past, and then a cruel and cold murderous intent broke out.

Boom!

There was a sudden chaos on the long street. Tourists walking around were blown away by the turbulent airflow like straw under the impact of the true qi!

Many people were already turned into meat paste when the true qi was surging!

Screams rose to the sky!

"Beast!!!"

On the Emperor Yao Residence, Ke Mengfan was furious.

He never thought that Feng Qingxuan would dare to kill people on the street!

Boom!

The next moment, the entire Emperor Yao Residence was shaken, like a dragon turning over, and suddenly tilted!

On the seventh floor, a magnificent sword energy rose into the air, like a drooping river in the sky.

With a sword thrust out, all the decadence on Ke Mengfan's body was swept away.

Only the sword intent as bright as the sun was surging, and the sword light was whistling and falling like the boundless brilliance of the sun.

In the brilliant sword light, Ke Mengfan's figure stretched naturally, like an eagle flying in the sky, like a fish swimming in the shallows, naturally, and with endless murderous intent.

In the vast sword light, a faint golden light appeared on the crystal-clear, transparent long sword in his hand, and it hummed softly.

"You deserve to die!"

A sword fell, and the murderous intent in Ke Mengfan's heart rose. The sword light changed from illuminating the world to destroying the world as he wished!

In an instant, it poured down, covering the chaotic screams on the long street.

"A sword is magnificent, with this sword, this trip is not in vain"

In the turbulent wind, Feng Qingxuan showed a faint smile on his face:

"I just don't know how many swords you can take from me"

Looking down, I saw that under his flying black and golden robe, his slender and crystal palm had been pressed on his waist at some point.

On the handle of the long sword as black as ink.

The sword is three feet and two inches long, and even the sheath is extremely black. It is a deep black, as if all light will be absorbed by it.

Before the sword is out of the sheath, an invisible killing intention has filled the whole street.

All the crying, cursing, painful wailing, and crying to the sky and the earth seem to have stopped at this moment.

Clang~

Then, a slight sound of a sword ringing sounded.

On the long street, among the boundless sword light, it seems that a "big sun" suddenly lights up.

A white "big sun"!

Under the black sword sheath, there is the cold sword light that is as bright as the morning star and the sun!

This sword seems to have no fancy, but it also seems to contain all the exquisite changes. Although it is just one sword, it can also be like thousands of swords!

The sword light has just appeared, and it has already wiped out the countless sword lights flowing down.

Then, the sharp blade light, like a giant dragon rising from the abyss, soared into the sky amidst the ripples in the air!

The boundless sharp edge instantly condensed into one, and under the unmatched blade, whether it was airflow, dust, or other things, they were all split into two without any surprise!

On the long streets and buildings around, those who witnessed this flash of blade light, whether they were ordinary people or masters with profound martial arts, felt a chill in their hearts, as if they were killed in an instant, and were sweating profusely.

Ke Mengfan, who was the first to bear the brunt, smelled the long-lost aura of death in this cold sword light.

This knife.

It's enough to kill him!

Even though I already knew that Feng Qingxuan's martial arts might be superior to mine, how could I not be able to take a single blow?

The thought flashed past, and the boundless sword light that had risen instantly subsided. With so much sword energy flowing back, Ke Mengfan seemed to be wearing a piece of sword energy to see.

As the steam surged down, the sword light swooped down like a long dragon.

Meet the cold sword light rolling up!

Zhengzhengzheng~~~

The next moment, countless sounds of gold and iron clashed together, spreading across the entire long street in an instant!

The screams of countless fleeing passers-by were suddenly covered by the sound of gold and iron.

The sword lights and shadows all over the sky disappeared in an instant, as if the dark clouds had completely dispersed.

Someone looked up and saw drops of blood pouring down from the sky like rain.

Then, there were pieces of crystal clear flesh and a skeleton as broken as powder.

Buzz~

The long sword returns to its sheath.

On the long street, the boiling wind and waves subsided, and the black robe hung down, touching the ruins of the land beneath his feet.

"Take my three swords, not bad, not bad."

Feng Qingxuan released the handle of the knife, wiped away a splash of blood on his face, and spoke in a long voice:

"Provest my sword and you will die a worthy death."

He looked around and saw rivers of blood on the ruin-like long street. The surrounding buildings and pedestrians on the roofs were trembling with fear.

The people who were originally crying were silent as if their mute acupuncture points had been tapped at this moment.

When his gaze touched them, they all lowered their heads, some of them looked pale, some were trembling, and some of them had their feces and urine flowing out.

"a bunch of ground bugs"

With a sneer, Feng Qingxuan walked towards the outside of the city.

After hearing this, some people were filled with anger, some had murderous intentions in their hearts, and some were dejected and smiled bitterly.

However, wherever it passes, everyone retreats, not daring to stop it in the slightest.

"It's over?"

At this time, Bai Xian'er had just arrived, looking at the mess on the ground and the bloody smell that had not yet dissipated, and was stunned.

A great master of weapons, had been killed by Feng Qingxuan in such a short period of time?

"Holy Son"

Bai Xian'er squirmed her lips twice and saw Feng Qingxuan walking slowly not far away.

"ah!"

At this time, a sharp cry sounded.

Bai Xian'er looked sideways and saw Chi Changkong smiling ferociously, holding a delicate-looking woman in his hands and striding over.

He was tall, and even if the woman struggled frantically, she could not escape from his grasp. Her face, which was already stained with tears, was filled with pale despair.

A look of disgust flashed across her eyes, and Bai Xianer looked away.

Even if she saw this kind of thing many times, she still felt extremely disgusted.

"The Son."

Chi Changkong bowed and saluted:

"This woman"

Snap!

A crisp sound.

Chi Changkong screamed and was lifted off the ground. He flew several feet away like a scarecrow and collapsed a wall.

"Your name is Xiu'er?"

Feng Qingxuan raised the stunned woman's chin with his fingers, with a faint smile on her handsome face:

"Are you happy that Ke Mengfan is dead?"

"Dead, dead"

A trace of pain flashed in the beautiful woman's absent-minded eyes.

"It seems that you are unhappy."

Feng Qingxuan lowered his eyes:

"How can there be no one to bury such a master when he dies?"

Bai Xian'er felt a chill in her heart and heard a crisp sound of 'click'.

The woman fell to the ground limply without any bones.

dead.

All love, hate, and resentment are just a click.

Feng Qingxuan's expression was dull, as if he had crushed an ant to death casually, and the smile on Bai Xian'er's face almost froze.

"Holy, Holy Son"

Amidst the dust of the ruins of the wall, the disgraced Chi Changkong didn't dare to get up.

"Are you worthy enough to pick up food behind this holy son?"

Feng Qingxuan flicked his sleeves:

"If you don't have the dignity of Master Chi, I will kill you this time."

Chi Changkong's face turned pale and he didn't dare to speak.

At this time, he suddenly understood why Duanyunlong knew that Feng Qingxuan was coming and left with an excuse.

This man is truly moody.

"Let's go, it's time for those hawks and dogs to come out and wash the floor."

Without even looking at Chi Changkong, Feng Qingxuan walked towards the outside of the city:

"Who's next?"

Bai Xian'er took a deep breath, suppressed many distracting thoughts, and responded with a smile:

"Elder of the Beggar Clan, Shi Wanlong ranks twenty-seventh on the weapons spectrum."

"Beggars' gang, it's pretty good."

Amid the lingering sounds, Feng Qingxuan's figure had disappeared from everyone's sight.

It was only then that Chi Changkong, who looked extremely ugly, dared to get up from the ruins.

Bai Xianer hurriedly caught up with him without even looking at him.

"Hateful, hateful"

Chi Changkong's chest rose and fell, and he was about to explode with anger:

"Damn Bai Xian'er, how dare you look down on me! Sooner or later, I will kill you, kill you!!!"