Chapter 309 The Five Sons of Daxue Mountain

"Flying sword... He actually used a flying sword to kill a foundation cultivator?"

That ray of silver light cut the neck of one of the Ximo monks, but it seemed to cut the necks of others at the same time. The noisy crowd around them fell silent in an instant, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief. Well, the Daxueshan disciple didn't leave the carriage at all, but he only activated a flying sword and beheaded a Western Desert Foundation Establishment cultivator?

It must be known that the magic weapon of the flying sword is basically used by monks after the foundation is established.

After all, this is just a very low-level magic weapon, its power is really limited, and it has been unable to exert the strength of foundation building cultivation.

But that Fang Xiaojiu killed a Foundation Establishment with a flying sword before even getting out of the carriage. What kind of strength is that?

"Om..."

The flying sword did not fly back into the carriage. After wiping the neck of the first cultivator, it stopped in the air, buzzing and trembling, and then flew towards the second cultivator of the West Desert like lightning. The second cultivator After all, he had a little time to react, and with a yell, he set up a barrier defense, turned around and fled at the same time, he really didn't dare to stay any longer, this Daxueshan disciple dared to kill someone here!

It's really too fierce, knowing that the Jiuqu Department is nearby, they even thought that Fang Xiaojiu came here to plead guilty.

However, the second cultivator had just escaped within two steps when the silver flying sword had already caught up with him. With an indescribably powerful spiritual force, he bumped into the barrier technique propped up behind him with a bang, " "Crack" a few times, the barrier unexpectedly shattered, and before the second cultivator could use any other means of defense, the flying sword pierced through his front and back chests.

"Ahh..."

The third monk had already fled to more than ten zhang away at this time, he was so frightened that he was frightened and could only whine.

However, behind him, the flying sword, which was stained with the blood of his senior brother and his senior brother, has continued to chase him.

"Bold rebel, dare to commit murder here?"

At this moment, suddenly, a gray robe flashed, and a big man of Huaiwu flew over from a distance, his figure was surprisingly fast, and he dodged in front of the third West Desert cultivator, light brown With a sweep of his eyeballs, he locked on to the flying sword in the air. With a sneer, he grabbed the flying sword with his palm the size of a cattail fan, relying on force to grab the flying sword with his palm.

At this time, Feijian killed two people in a row, the spiritual power wrapped around Feijian was almost consumed, and the speed was not as fast as before, and he was really caught in his hands. To the black carriage, he was about to yell again, but at this moment, the last strand of spiritual power from the flying spirit in his palm was released, making a few "buzzing", like a live fish.

The big man was shocked immediately, and hurriedly used all his spiritual power to suppress Feijian, feeling his bones numb.

After a while, the spiritual power wrapped around the flying sword finally dissipated gradually.

It's just that the big man was already a little startled, and he glanced at the carriage in surprise.

After beheading two people in a row, the spiritual power entwined on the flying sword is actually only the last trace left, but he needs to use all his cultivation to suppress it, so how strong should the monk who controls the flying sword be? spiritual power?

This big man went from being arrogant to panicking, and the transformation took only a moment.

"My lord of the Jiuqu Department, help me, this Daxueshan traitor actually massacred me in the West Desert, it is an unforgivable crime..."

Naturally, no one knows what the gray-clothed man is thinking. From the perspective of others, they only know that he has successfully caught the flying sword. The third Western Desert cultivator escaped with his life, but his face turned ashen from fright, and he hid behind him and yelled. .

All the cultivators around also had joyful expressions on their faces.

It's good that this person comes, finally someone can suppress this cruel and unspeakable Daxueshan disciple.

"Fang Xiaojiu, my lord is looking for you, are you here to plead guilty?"

The big man withdrew the look of surprise on his face, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Which onion are you?"

Fang Xing still didn't get out of the car, and asked questions lazily.

The big man scolded angrily: "I am Lei Hong, the subordinate of Master Lei Jiu, the head of the Jiuqu radical. You are talking to me, but you still don't get out of the car? Who gave you the courage to get out of the car and tie yourself up quickly? Follow me to Lei Pleading guilty in front of Young Master Ninth?"

"It turns out that a slave who is a slave is so arrogant?"

Fang Xing in the carriage got a little angry, he thought it was some kind of person, but he didn't expect it to be just a servant of Jiuqu Department.

What's even more annoying is that these people just "plead guilty" when they open their mouths and keep silent. Do they really think that they represent the emperor?

Besides, so what if he is a real emperor?

Cultivators, from the first day they set foot on the road of practice, they only respect the master, because the master represents the inheritance, and they only fear the heaven and the earth, because the heaven and the earth contain truth, and what are the emperors and generals?

"You... how dare you underestimate me?"

Na Leihong suddenly flew into a rage, and his dark face turned purple.

"Why do you underestimate you? Aren't you a slave of the Jiuqu Department? Isn't the Jiuqu Department a slave of the Huangfu family?"

Fang Xing laughed, and made the relationship very clear.

Lei Hong was even more ashamed, but he didn't dare to refute indiscriminately. If he said that he was not a slave of the Jiuqu Department, he would have committed the crime below. If he said that the Jiuqu Department was not a slave of the Huangfu family, I am afraid that Master Lei Jiu would Killing him with his own hands, but being ridiculed like this, he felt uncomfortable, so he gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Is this an attitude of pleading guilty? I think you are a rebel!"

If he hadn't noticed Fang Xing's strength from that flying sword, he would have made a move at this time, but he wouldn't wait until now.

"Young Master has lived such a long life, I have never heard of what the Nine Songs Department is, and what kind of rebellion are you talking about?"

Fang Xing drank coldly, he didn't have any respect for the Jiuqu Department, so he just drove.

He wants to see, who dares to stop him!

That Lei Hong's face was very ugly immediately, and he didn't dare to fight with Fang, but if he was let in like this, Jiuqubu's face would be lost, but at this time, Master Lei Jiu wanted to capture Luanshigu The little devil inside, "Fang Xing", was personally presiding over the formation, and told him not to disturb easily, so he didn't dare to report to his master at this time, feeling anxious and helpless.

Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind, and he yelled: "Zhu Xiu listened to the order, Huangfu Daozi had ordered to capture and kill this son, but the little devil named Fang Xing made trouble, so he suspended the capture, my family The young master has already announced that anyone who can capture the little devil will be given a handbook by Taoist Huangfu, and enter the sword mound to choose a sword fetus. This disciple of Daxue Mountain has nothing to hide, he openly disobeyed the order of my Jiuqubu Lei family, and he committed a heinous crime , you all captured him and brought him to my young master, how do you know if you can get a second handbook?"

As soon as this remark came out, all the cultivators were shocked, and fanaticism shot out of their eyes.

What was the purpose of their coming here? Naturally, it was to capture Fang Xing, the little devil, and get a chance to enter the Sword Tomb.

However, there are at least a few hundred monks who have come here, but there is only one little devil, Fang Xing. All the cultivators know that the chance is not great, but now they suddenly heard that there is a second chance, and immediately cast their eyes on the carriage. come over.

There are hundreds of monks in the field, at least one-third of them are those who built the foundation. Although most of them dare not provoke this Daxueshan disciple, there are also many who think they have some strength, but dare to meet him Once touched, coupled with the large number of people, the big guys rushed up, it is hard to believe that this Daxueshan disciple has three heads and six arms, and can defeat the siege of many monks in the middle of the field...

When Leihong saw this scene, he sneered coldly, stepped back, and hid behind Zhu Xiu.

Undoubtedly, his goal has been achieved, but in fact, he left a word, only saying that if Fang Xiaojiu was captured, he might get the chance to enter the Sword Tomb, but he didn't say that he would definitely get it. Although Xiaojiu provoked him, it was incomparable to that Fang Xing's crime. That little devil killed the Huangfu family, but Fang Xiaojiu just violated the rules. In simple words, That little devil committed a capital crime, but Fang Xiaojiu just needs some punishment...

"Let's go together and work together to capture this son..."

"With so many of us, we are afraid that he will fail alone. Let's see who is lucky enough to capture him and get Huangfu Daozi's handbook..."

"Fang Xiaojiu, if you don't kneel down and plead guilty, tie yourself up and spare your life..."

All the monks were lured by the attraction of entering the sword mound, and gradually surrounded them, shouting angrily, and the battle was imminent.

"Very good, harvest another crop, save some blood sacrifices, and prepare for the next big battle!"

Fang Xing sneered, raised the curtain to get out of the car, and looked back at Chu Ci again: "Girl, don't probe, be careful of splashing blood!"

Chu Ci nodded, her face was bloodless, but she didn't want to worry Fang Xing, she just said: "Ninth brother... be careful!"

After Fang Xing got out of the car, he looked around coldly. Looking at the murderous faces, his aura rose sharply, and he was about to fight.

However, at this moment, someone suddenly scolded: "Who is so bold, who dares to touch our people from Daxue Mountain?"

As the sound sounded, "嗖" and "嗖", eight formation flags flew from a distance, and landed on the surroundings of the carriage with incomparable precision. It was firmly protected, and not far away, there were three figures flying over quickly, one white, one purple, and one black, flew to the front of the carriage in an instant, and looked coldly at the surrounding cultivators.

When Fang Xing saw them, he was slightly taken aback: Are they here too?

Seeing the appearance of these three people, all the cultivators around were also taken aback immediately, and shouted in a low voice: "The five sons of Daxue Mountain are here?"

"Back back, I didn't expect the Daxueshan disciples to be here!"

For a moment, the courage that the cultivators had just summoned up receded like a tide, leaving a large area.

But saw these three people, among them the man in white was a woman, with white robe, white socks and white boots, even the ribbon that tied her hair was white, holding a long sword with milky white hilt, staring at the cultivators coldly, while The woman in the purple skirt was holding a Yaoqin in her arms. She had a beautiful face, but she was extremely indifferent. The man in the black dress was a man in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his hands were empty.

These three people are exactly Xiao Xue, Ye Guyin, and Hou Guimen.

"Fellow Daoist of the Jiuqu Department, Daxueshan disciples are not strict in discipline and offended you, I hope you will forgive me..."

Another plain voice sounded, and the cultivators parted from both sides like a tide, and stepped aside, only to see a man in a golden robe walking slowly, this man was in his thirties, with sword eyebrows and star eyes , his eyes were like cold stars, and he bowed his hands to Lei Hong, the servant of the Jiuqu Department, but although his words were polite, his expression was extremely indifferent, with a kind of arrogance that no one would take seriously.

"Brother Huang..."

When Chu Ci saw him, she immediately cried out excitedly.