"What is the Demon Sword Pavilion?" Ye Xiu snorted, not caring about his threat at all. With a little force on his hand, he easily twisted his neck. After throwing it out, he turned his head to look at the remaining Sword Pavilion, and said coldly, "And you, don't be disciples of the Demon Sword Pavilion in the next life, it's bad luck..."

Bang bang bang bang!

Killings broke out.

It's just one punch.

Once Yan Jian died, the strongest sword cultivators were the innate realm. In front of Ye Xiu, let alone fighting back, it was considered that they could escape from their ancestral tomb.

"Ah, ah..." screams kept coming.

Unilateral massacre.

In the blink of an eye, there were already five sword cultivators who died on the spot. The remaining two were a little farther apart. Seeing this scene, their faces turned pale.

"Sword... Is Senior Brother dead? Go and inform the Senior Brother." Before Ye Xiu could approach, Jian Xiu, who was standing by the door, took two steps, turned around and escaped.

"Luo Yuheng, leave the person behind." Ye Xiu's face changed slightly. It was not time to turn against the people of the Demon Sword Pavilion, so naturally the sword cultivator could not escape.

Now he turned against him.

Who will help me plunder the Immortal Sect?

Luo Yuheng, who had been stunned when he heard Ye Xiu's words "Leave people behind", woke up and even ignored his voice, Luo Yuheng, sacrificed the ancient sword, and slashed at the escaped sword cultivator.

Take action in the Killing Realm.

How could a mere innate warrior resist it? Only a muffled sound of Luo Yuheng's ancient sword passed by, and the sword cultivator's body fell straight down.

The head was about ten meters away.

The remaining sword cultivator was two steps slowing down, and he died at Ye Xiu's hands without even stepping out of the door of the practice hall.

“…”

"What... what's going on? It seems like it's from the Demon Sword Pavilion..." Zhao Guoxian and Qi Wuwei, who had not yet walked away, were stunned after seeing this scene. They were as if their bodies were filled with lead. They stood there, and were at a loss.

The people from the Demon Sword Pavilion were killed.

This is no trivial matter.

Instead, the sky collapsed.

"Who... did it?" Zhao Guoxian's throat trembled, and he swallowed with a trembling voice, saying.

"It seems to be the sword of the national teacher." Qi Wuwei said in surprise.

"This is what you said, it's not my business." Zhao Guoxian looked at him sideways and instantly drew a clear line.

"Zhao Guoxian, do you want to cheat me?" Qi Wuwei said with a creepy look and glared at him.

"Haha, what are you cheating on you? I haven't seen anything anyway." Zhao Guoxian said lightly.

"I didn't see it either." Qi Wuwei said with a tough bullet.

"You said it, I heard it." Zhao Guoxian shook his head and said.

Qi Wuwei's mouth twitched, turned his head, looked at Zhao Guoxian with scarlet eyes and gritted his teeth, and said, "Old Zhao, did you give birth to a son without py..."

"He has it, I've seen it." The old god of Zhao State said.

Qi Wuwei: "..."

Inside the practice hall.

There was still blood on the ancient sword.

After Luo Yuheng repaired the sword, he killed someone, and woke up instantly. He stared at the corpses of the sword cultivators with wide eyes. He felt cold all over his body and his delicate body trembled slightly. She had been in Zhou Wuchao for five years, and she had heard the word "Demon Sword Pavilion" less than a hundred times. She was familiar with the cruelty of these demon sword cultivators.

Over the years, countless families have been destroyed by the Demon Sword Pavilion because of a word or aroused the disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

There are even several dynasties and sects...
Chapter completed!