Chapter 424 Strong Suppression and Killing

"Such a holy place for cultivation, can you, a waste like you, occupy it? Forget it, I am too lazy to talk nonsense with you. I have already notified you. If you don't move out, then it's not our fault. If we attack you, others will not say that we are bullying you country folk."

Facing the anger of the head of the Iron Sword Sect, the disciples of the Vermillion Bird Tower showed a cold expression, and even called the people of the wasteland country folk.

Of course, this is not just his opinion. Most people who come to the wasteland from the outside world call the warriors here country folk. Not only are their cultivations poor, but their skills are also what the country folks in the five major domains practice. What else can they call them other than country folk?

Don't look at the head of the Iron Sword Sect in front of him, who is a fifth-level martial king, but any fifth-level martial king from the outside world can beat more than a dozen of them.

Because although the head of the Iron Sword Sect has the fifth-level martial king cultivation by relying on the feedback of heaven and earth, the skills he practices are actually just a rubbish martial honor skills, and he has not practiced the martial king-level skills at all.

Without even a technique, how can they compare with the martial kings in the outside world?

This is also one of the reasons why Huo Tianzheng and others were so weak under the aura of several demon kings before, because 99% of the martial kings born in the wasteland now do not have martial king-level techniques, and they rely entirely on the heaven and earth to feed the native creatures of the wasteland to have such cultivation.

In their view, it was just a beggar's luck to pick up a piece of gold.

"It's too much!"

"If I have the ability, I will definitely blow up this thing that spews shit."

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All the warriors in the wasteland present couldn't help but feel angry, but they didn't dare to show their anger. Not to mention that there is no martial king ninth-level strongman in the wasteland now, even if there is, how can they compete with so many strong men from the outside world.

Those who dare to seize territory in the wasteland are either disciples of the Saint Sect or have the foundation of the Saint Sect in the sect. All the people in the wasteland combined are not enough to fight any force.

"Boom!"

After the disciple of the Vermillion Bird Tower finished speaking, he pressed down from the sky with a finger like crushing an ant.

A fierce and domineering aura burst out, the void vibrated, and a huge finger emerged.

"Be gentle, don't destroy the mountain here!" Another disciple of the Vermillion Bird Tower reminded that if the mountain was destroyed, the spirituality here would be destroyed.

"Don't worry, brother, I know the severity."

The huge finger pointed with a domineering momentum and immediately pointed at the head of the Iron Sword Sect.

The head of the Iron Sword Sect wanted to hide, but he had already been locked by the terrifying mind and was firmly bound to the spot by the powerful will and power, and he couldn't hide at all.

Before he could scream, the head of the Iron Sword Sect was exploded by a finger, and turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded in the air.

"Pah, pah..."

Some broken bones fell from the sky and hit the Iron Sword Sect's mountain protection formation, which made the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect tear their eyes out. They just wanted to protect the foundation left by their ancestors and their own homes. What's wrong with that?

But these brutal outsiders directly killed their leader and beat the leader who had finally extended his life to pieces.

"Leader..."

"Fight these beasts!"

"Even if it destroys the foundation of our ancestors, we can't let them succeed!"

"At worst, we will die together with them!"

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Angry cries rang out in the Iron Sword Sect, and all the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect had red eyes. Although the wasteland warriors who came here did not feel as strongly as them, they were also angry and felt a sense of grief for the death of the rabbit.

"When Wei Fan led the human race in the wilderness to annihilate the demons, the leader of the Iron Sword Sect and his disciples suffered heavy losses. In the end, the human race won. I thought that the human race in the wilderness would usher in eternal peace from then on, but I didn't expect such a tragedy to happen today."

Someone couldn't help but growl.

The Iron Sword Sect incident was just one of the many tragic incidents that happened in the wilderness. In recent days, countless sects have been wiped out. The mountain gates that have been operated hard for thousands of years have all become training bases for outside forces here.

"It's because there are no masters in our wasteland. If there were masters, how dare they bully us like this? It is said that even the martial kings who once guarded the demon king for hundreds of years for our human race in the border area, some of them have had their mountain gates taken away."

"It's a pity that Wei Fan is gone. If he were here, who would dare to be so presumptuous?"

"Wei Fan... I heard that he left the wasteland a long time ago and offended masters in the outside world. Now he dares not return to the wasteland. Even the Yunhua Sect was wiped out and he can't do anything about it."

"Destroy the ancestral foundation and don't let these beasts get their wish!"

At this time, the last martial king's sad roar came from the Iron Sword Gate.

He used all his strength to destroy the mountain where the Iron Sword Gate was located. Destroying the ancestral foundation would not be easy for the people of the Vermillion Bird Tower.

At the same time, the other disciples of the Iron Sword Gate also burst out all their strength and blasted towards the ground with all their strength.

"What a group of hard bones!"

Everyone looked at the disciples of the Divine Sword Gate with admiration. Before, some sects gave up directly after receiving warnings from external forces. Not many dared to fight to the death with external forces.

"You country bumpkin who doesn't know your own limits, even if you want to die in front of us, you can't do it without our permission!"

A domain expanded from the sky, instantly covering the Iron Sword Sect. All the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect seemed to be frozen, and their raised hands could no longer strike. "We hate it!"

The disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were desperate, and they wanted to die rather than surrender, but they couldn't do it.

"You shameless guys, since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!" The face of the Suzaku Tower disciple turned cold, and the murderous intent caused the air temperature to drop sharply.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and an arrow with thunder and lightning came over at once. Before the Suzaku Tower disciples could react, they had already hit them. A burst of thunder burst out, submerging the bodies of the two Suzaku Tower disciples.

A burst of green smoke rose, and without a scream, the two Suzaku Tower disciples turned into ashes and dissipated, leaving nothing behind.

"Finally, a strong man couldn't stand the evil deeds of these beasts!"

"Such a familiar arrow light!"

Some people felt that the scene just now was very familiar, and began to think carefully.

"Wei Fan, it's Wei Fan, this is Wei Fan's Jiaolong Sunset Bow, he almost killed all the strong men of the royal family with an arrow from a distance!"

Someone shouted out, because he had seen Wei Fan shoot the Song family master to death in the capital of Chu.

"Roar... Wei Fan is finally back, he is still so fierce, with Wei Fan here, who dares to bully my wasteland warriors and say we are country people!"

"Haha... I was wondering why he looked so familiar, it turned out to be Wei Fan, he is still so domineering, he has killed two Saint Gate disciples before he even arrived."

The wasteland warrior couldn't help but roar, just feeling that he had let out a grudge.

"What? This is Wei Fan? The Zhilan Sect Martial Saint wants to kill him, and a group of demon saints from Beidingzhou want to kill him, didn't he hide in Cangwu Mountain? How dare he show up again."

The strong men from the outside world were shocked, everyone thought that Wei Fan didn't dare to show up.

So what if he could resist the Saint Soldiers with his bare hands, and he was as amazing as Xuanyuan Feng, didn't Xuanyuan Feng hide for a few years to avoid the pursuit of the demon saint?

If you can't become a Martial Saint, you are just an ant to the Saint Realm strong men.

Everyone looked in the direction of the arrow, and saw three figures walking over. The leading man held a bow that looked like a coiled dragon. Who else could it be but Wei Fan, who once dominated the wilderness and led the people of the wilderness to defeat the demons.

"It is Wei Fan. He appears again. Is he going to lead the people of the wilderness to resist these outsiders?" Someone was excited.

"Wei Fan is here. Who dares to bully the people of the wilderness!"

Wei Fan is an invincible existence in the hearts of the warriors of the wilderness. They have a blind worship of him.

After taking back the fallen arrow, Wei Fan looked around and said loudly: "Today, I, Wei Fan, will use your mouth to spread a message. The Wasteland welcomes fellow tribesmen from other continents to come to the Wasteland for cultivation, and also welcomes you to establish a sect in the Wasteland, but the premise is to practice law-abidingly.

Anyone who dares to bully the weak and seize the mountain gate of my Wasteland sect, I, Wei Fan, will kill him.

Those who have already seized the mountain gate of my Wasteland sect, listen up, I will also give you three days to give up the mountain gate you have seized, otherwise don't blame me for coming to kill you without warning.

Finally...all demons get out of the wasteland, otherwise you will regret coming here."

His voice was not loud, but it shook the world, and his domineering speech made the warriors of the wasteland excited.

This is the god of war in their hearts, who wants to challenge all the strong men from the outside world with his own strength.

"This Wei Fan is so domineering and courageous!" The King of Martial Arts from the outside world couldn't help but be moved.

You should know that the forces that seized the mountain gate in the wilderness are either holy gates or have had strong saints in the gate, but Wei Fan dared to threaten all the forces alone.

You should know that the forces that entered the wilderness are not only the forces of Beidingzhou, but also Xihezhou and Donghuazhou. There are definitely more than a dozen forces with strong saints in charge.

Not to mention just the Martial King, even the Martial Saint might not have the courage to fight against so many forces alone.

"The invincible strongman under the Martial Saint, do you think he is that kind of mediocre person? Without the courage to move forward, how could he dare to fight against the Saint Soldiers with his bare hands? How can he exert the power of his will to the extreme."

The most important thing for a warrior is the power of his will. It can be said that how strong a person can be depends on how much he can exert his power of will.

And the power of the power of will is related to the state of mind and courage. A timid person cannot become an invincible strongman.

"Wei Fan, you dare to kill my disciples of Zhuque Tower. Aren't you afraid of the wrath of my Zhuque Tower Martial Saint?" A figure soared into the sky.

The two people who were shot dead by Wei Fan did not come to the Vermillion Bird Tower. There were also experts hiding in the crowd.

"Then let your martial saint come. The wasteland is my hometown. If anyone dares to act recklessly here, don't blame me, Wei Fan, for being ruthless. We, the warriors of the wasteland, have fought for the people and killed demons. If they want to bully the weak, they'd better go somewhere else."

"Boom!"

After saying that, Wei Fan shook the Dragon Sunset Bow and shot the disciple of the Vermillion Bird Tower directly.

"Are there any more disciples of the Vermillion Bird Tower? Come out and let me kill you all together. Let me see how angry your martial saint will be."

There was complete silence in all directions. Even if there were still disciples of the Vermillion Bird Tower, they dared not stand out again. (End of this chapter)