Chapter 227: Killing the Enemy with a Sword

c_t;"Senior Brother Gu Peng escaped!"

When the people in Futu City saw Gu Peng escaping, their hearts suddenly sank to the bottom. [There are almost all the books Marshmallow wants to read. It is more stable and updates faster than ordinary websites. It is full text and has no ads. ]Visit: . Copy this address and browse%77%77%77%2e%626d%65

Originally, among them, only Gu Peng was at the eighth level of the Martial King, the others were at the seventh level of the Martial King, and there was Hu Qingqing, who was at the fifth level.

As for the Blood Moon Holy Land, not only were there a large number of people, but there were also three ninth-level Martial Kings. This was an almost certain death situation!

"Everyone, run away!"

Someone yelled, and the remaining disciples of Buddha City all took out the sixth-level talisman from the storage ring. At this moment, they didn't care how precious the treasure was, and they crushed it to activate it.

"Hmph, my formation has been set up. No one can escape. As for the guy who escaped, he will fall into our hands sooner or later."

At this time, a Martial King with a scar on his face from the Blood Moon Holy Land said with a sneer.

As he spoke, he made a seal with his hand, and a curtain of light rose up all around, blocking the area within a few hundred meters.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Rays of escaping light flew into the sky, and everyone in the Buddha City activated their wind-controlling talismans, but they were all blocked by the light curtain pulled down from the sky and could not rush out.

"Level 5 trapping formation! He is the master of level 5 formation!"

The faces of everyone in the Buddha City changed drastically in an instant, and they looked at the sneering scarred man with horrified expressions.

"Hey, I can't wait for this little beauty with the body of a demon."

The third guy, who was at the ninth level of the Martial King, appeared behind Hu Qingqing like a ghost, holding a bloody short knife across her neck.

"Little beauty, don't move, otherwise if I shake my hand, your neck will be cut off."

This was an ugly-looking man with short hair. He had a 'lewd' smile on his face. He took a deep breath and said with a big smile, "This little beauty smells so good. I can't hold it in after you smell it."

"Rong Xie, you want to eat alone?" He Wujiang snorted coldly.

"Whoever kills the most people, whose body is the demon body? If we haven't finished killing people yet, if you dare to eat secretly, I will chop you up!" The man with the scar also shouted in a deep voice.

The three of them all hoped to use the Yuan Yin of the demon body to break through to the realm of Wujun. Seeing that the ugly guy named Rong Xie actually held Hu Qingqing hostage, even if they were from the same sect, they would not fall out when it was time to fall out. Any hesitation.

Blood Moon Holy Land is originally a demonic sect, and it is normal for fellow sects to fight each other.

"Hey, can't I 'touch' it first to satisfy my addiction?" Rong Xie curled his lips. He also knew that if he wanted to be alone, these two guys would definitely join forces to deal with him.

When he reached out to touch Hu Qingqing's chest, the formation light curtain that blocked the surrounding area for hundreds of meters suddenly trembled violently.

"what happened?"

The face of the scarred man who controlled the trapping formation changed slightly, and in an instant he saw a cyan dragon-shaped shadow breaking through the trapping formation's light curtain and rushing past his eyes.

"Rong Xie, be careful behind you!"

The scarred man looked stern and immediately shouted loudly.

That Rong Xie was a strong man with the ninth level of Martial King cultivation. He didn't need the scarred man to remind him, but he could feel the surging murderous intention coming from behind. Popular

"What dares to disturb my good deeds?"

Rong Xie snorted coldly, then waved his hand and slashed a bloody blade behind him.

Bang!

In an instant, the blood-colored sword exploded, and a figure appeared in front of Rong Xie. A black sword thrust out as fast as thunder and lightning.

Rong Xie secretly said something bad. He didn't expect that his attack would be resolved so easily by the other party. Facing this sword, he could no longer dodge it.

With a pop, the black sword pierced his left shoulder directly, and then the owner of the sword pushed him hard and sent him flying.

"Are you OK."

A familiar voice reached Hu Qingqing's ears, and then she felt like she had entered a warm embrace.

"My benefactor, is that you?" Hu Qingqing raised her face and saw a resolute and young face.

She had just been restrained by Rong Xie, who was at the ninth level of the Martial King. She couldn't resist at all. The ups and downs of being rescued after the disaster made her heart beat nervously like a deer.

The person who suddenly broke into the formation and rescued Hu Qingqing was naturally Luo Xiu.

He nodded slightly, and immediately glanced at the other people around him. If he hadn't been afraid of accidentally hurting Hu Qingqing, the sword would never have pierced the other person's shoulder, but instead pierced the other person's dantian.

Even if the opponent is at the ninth level of the Martial King, he will be killed instantly by his sneak attack!

The whole place suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Luo Xiu.

This is a young man wearing a black robe, holding a black broad sword, with bright red blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

On the other side, Rong Xie, who was sent flying by his sword, was covering his shoulders with a gloomy expression. No matter how he stopped the bleeding, the wound kept bleeding, and his entire arm seemed to have been crippled. If it's lost, it's impossible to recover.

He instantly understood that the other party's attack was weird. Otherwise, under normal circumstances, he only needed to take a healing pill. This kind of injury could be recovered in two or three breaths.

No one in the Blood Moon Holy Land knew Luo Xiu, but the few disciples from Buddha City who were still alive recognized him at a glance.

"It's him?"

The expressions of several people in Buddha City became a little strange. They thought they had teamed up with Gu Peng to drive this person away.

I remember that it was this man who saved everyone when they faced the swarm of colorful poisonous snakes, and now, when faced with a certain death situation, it was he who suddenly appeared again.

He Wujiang and the scarred man also frowned. This man was able to break through the fifth-level trapping formation in an instant, and stabbed Rong Xie, who was at the ninth level of King Wu, with one sword. He was definitely not a simple person.

Luo Xiu glanced at the group of guys wearing blood-colored gowns with an expressionless face. These people's bodies were filled with murderous aura. It was obvious that they were all martial arts cultivators who practiced the way of killing, and there was a faint murderous aura in these people's bodies. Evil 'nature'.

He was passing by this place originally and saw that Hu Qingqing was caught and almost treated lightly. How could he sit idly by and ignore it?

There were originally twelve disciples in Futu City, but now several of them had become corpses, lying in a pool of blood. Except for Gu Peng, who escaped alone, only six people, including Hu Qingqing, were left.

At this moment, these people quietly gathered around Luo Xiu, vaguely regarding him as the last straw to save their lives.

He Wujiang glanced at the scarred man, and both of them looked serious. He waved his hand, and all the Blood Moon Holy Land disciples quickly gathered around.

"Who are these guys?" Luo Xiu asked, letting go of Hu Qingqing who was hugging him.

"They are the disciples of the Blood Moon Holy Land in the Western Region..." Hu Qingqing said quickly, and also told Luo Xiu that the Blood Moon Holy Land was much more powerful than Futu City, and it was a large force with three powerful Martial Emperors at its command.

Regardless of how many Martial Emperors are in charge of the Blood Moon Holy Land, Luo Xiu doesn't care much because this is the secret realm of the King and only King Martial can enter.

"My friend, I would like to advise you that it is best not to 'meddle' in the affairs of our Blood Moon Holy Land, otherwise..."

He Wujiang said in a threatening tone, but he did not let anyone take action because the guy in black robe in front of him gave him a feeling of extreme danger.

Martial arts cultivators who practice the art of killing have a keen intuition about danger.

But Rong Xie was stabbed by a sword, but he was suffocating a ball of anger in his heart. In addition, the wound could not stop bleeding, and he immediately roared, "Why are you talking so much nonsense to him? Let's all kill him together!"

Although the Blood Moon Holy Land is called a holy land, it is actually a demonic evil sect. The disciples like to kill without any restraints of morality and evil thoughts of human nature, and they can do as they please.

Luo Xiu saw the two female corpses near the bridge head and thought with his toes that it must be the work of this group of people from the Blood Moon Holy Land.

This made Luo Xiu's murderous intention rise in his heart. Although he had killed many people, he had his own bottom line. Although he was not a righteous person, if he had the strength to deal with such scum, he would definitely get rid of them. quick.

Thinking back to when he was a boy, he grew up listening to the biographies and legends of those martial arts masters. His childhood dream was to one day become a martial arts master, travel the world with a sword, be happy with revenge, eliminate evil and promote good.

"A group of garbage!"

Glancing coldly at these people in the Blood Moon Holy Land, Luo Xiu's eyes revealed deep disdain and contempt, as well as awe-inspiring murderous intent.

"Do it!"

He Wujiang and the scarred man also had cold expressions on their faces, and gave orders to everyone in the Blood Moon Holy Land to take action.

These people in the Blood Moon Holy Land have at least the seventh level of Martial King and above, and there are many of them, nearly twenty!

When these twenty people gathered together, Luo Xiu's whole body bloomed with the aura of true energy, pushing Hu Qingqing beside him behind him.

"You leave here first. If I take action, I may not be able to take care of you." Luo Xiu said to her spiritual consciousness.

As for the other people in Buddha City, he was too lazy to care whether they were going or staying.

boom!

A black ball of Netherworld Death Flame and a white ball of Xuanyang White Flame, two completely different flames, suddenly bloomed on Luo Xiu's body.

In the past, when Luo Xiu fought against enemies, he would only use a certain attribute power from the two extremes of life and death.

But now his wheel of life and death has comprehended the third original law diagram, and his understanding of the two poles of life and death has improved a lot, and he can now control the power of two attributes at the same time to fight against the enemy.

"Second level of King Wu?"

"How is it possible that he is actually a second-level Martial King?"

Feeling the true energy in his body ripple, shocked voices rang out from the group of people in the Blood Moon Holy Land.

"I remembered that when this guy entered the King's Tower, he almost had a conflict with the people from the Extreme Sword Holy Land. Isn't he the first level Martial King? Why did he become the second level?"

"Perhaps I have had the opportunity to break through in the past month or so, but the momentum of the second level of the Martial King is actually stronger than that of the seventh level of the Martial King."

The fluctuation of the true energy breath will show the cultivation level. This is common sense in the martial arts cultivation world.

But cultivation is cultivation, and the momentum that Luo Xiu burst out at this moment was definitely not something that the second level of Martial King could have. It even made the three strong men of the ninth level of Martial King in the Blood Moon Holy Land feel the pressure.

Doesn't this mean that this person, with his cultivation level of the second level of the Martial King, can keep pace with the strong men of the ninth level of the Martial King?

"I didn't expect you to be a hidden master. Although you are very strong, your cultivation level is still too low after all. If you want to compete with so many of us, it is tantamount to seeking death. !”

He Wujiang snorted coldly and said, "Since you can leapfrog the enemy and kill the enemy, you must have practiced very advanced techniques, or have you got some kind of unparalleled opportunity? As long as you 'hand it over', I will spare your life!"

"Spare my life?" Luo Xiu smiled disdainfully, "But I have no intention of sparing you."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Xiu's figure suddenly turned into a blue dragon-shaped shadow and disappeared from the place.

The next moment, he had already carried the Tongxuan Tiger Tooth Sword and charged into the group of people in the Blood Moon Holy Land. His sword-killing intent and life-and-death martial intent all exploded.

"Kill him!" He Wujiang shouted, and then said to the scarred man next to him, "Go and set up the formation."

As he spoke, He Wujiang rushed over, and twenty other people from the Blood Moon Holy Land also took action. The scarred man raised his hand, took out the formation flag from the storage ring, and began to set up the formation around.

boom!

The Nether Death Flame and Xuanyang White Flame exploded to the extreme, burning fiercely on Luo Xiu's body, reaching a height of several feet.

At this moment, he was like a flaming giant, with terrifying black and white swords slashing in all directions, twisting and twisting the space, forming a vortex, strangling everything.

"Sen Luo Death Sword!"

Luo Xiu slashed out with his sword, and the Nether Death Flame turned into an undead skeleton. With a click, it chewed up a space, and the terrifying aura of death filled the air.

Figures kept flying out one after another. Luo Xiu rushed into the crowd as if he were in a deserted place. Except for He Wujiang and Rong Xie, no one else could withstand his blow.

However, these people are not ordinary martial arts kings. They are all masters from the Blood Moon Holy Land. Each of them has extremely high cultivation talents, and the martial arts and martial arts they practice are also top-notch, and they are the best in the same realm.

No matter how powerful Luo Xiu is, there is only one person after all. When he flies away each martial artist, many attacks will inevitably fall on his body. Even if his physical body reaches the limit of a king-level combat body, he will be scratched. Wounds were opened and blood splattered.

"Go to hell!"

Rong Xie was faster than He Wujiang. He appeared behind Luo Xiu like a ghost. With a short knife in his hand, he stabbed Luo Xiu in the back of the heart with a puff.

With such a knife, a ninth-level Martial King would probably be killed, but after the blade entered the flesh, it was instantly stuck and could not continue to penetrate.

"What a strong 'physical' body, he is a body-refining martial artist!"

Rong Xie's expression changed, and then he felt a strong wind coming and quickly retreated.

With a pop, his other arm was cut off instantly. Before he could scream, he saw Luo Xiu's sharp eyes looking at him.

boom!

A powerful spiritual consciousness blasted into the sea of ​​consciousness, and Rong Xie's expression was filled with shock. "He is not only a body-refining martial artist, but he is also 'proficient' in soul attacks?"

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