Chapter 35 Centennial Sword School, Destroyed in one day

"Hey, Shuangxue girl, let them finish it first." Feichen stood in front of Xing Shuangxue, stopped between the two, and smiled, "Do you dare to ask what you want to take out to compensate us? If it's ordinary goods, I don't like it. Say it quickly. If it's not good, I'm going to kill this chopping board snake and take the elixir.

The immortal sword held by Feichen suddenly exuded boundless anger, so that the whole place was filled with a horrible atmosphere. Kong Ran and his sister looked at the sword and were secretly surprised.

"Jian, fairy, sword!" Kong Ran frowned and looked at the sword. He read it word by word. Obviously, he was very afraid. How could he not pay attention to the sword that could distort the air? It was far away before. Now after approaching, how could he not be surprised to see the word "Immortal"?

"It turned out to be an ancient sword immortal!" The girl was also surprised to hear Kong Ran's words. Looking at the dark ancient sword, she was also very shocked. How could disciples of the big sect like them not know the secrets of the mainland of China? The strength of this immortal ancient sword is described as a contemptization.

The snake was timid when he heard that his master was scared. He was very scared. Just now, he was cut off a few feet of his tail by Feichen, and he was injured all over. Now he just got a thick leg, but he didn't know if it was powerful. If he was killed to take the demon elixir, it would be very bad. He cried, "Master, save me. The snake will be obedient in the future and never Evil."

"Don't worry, my brother and I will definitely save you." The woman's voice was like a bell and was extremely pleasant. She turned around and walked to Kong Ran, whispered a few words to the other party, and then said to Feichen and Xing Shuangxue, "Dare to ask, this is the daughter of Xing Junhua, the first seat of Qingxuanmen Cangqiong Peak? In Xiajiang Ningxin, if you two are willing to let go of this snake, Ningxin is willing to give you a fairy weapon and a demon elixir.

"Oh, one sword and one demon elixir? That's a good condition, and there's more." Feichen smiled, but he covered his immortal sword in his hand. He looked at Kong Ran on his face, but he showed ferociousness, obviously saying that the weight of things was not enough.

"This... This Taoist friend, you can tell me what else you need, but whatever we have, we will definitely send it." Jiang Ningxin was surprised when she saw Feichen's ferocious smile. No matter how she looked at it, this teenager should be the right person. Why is he like a bandit who robbed? After all, this lucky Shuangxue is a person from Qingxuanmen. Isn't it lucky that Shuangxue was abducted by this man?

"What kind of Taoist friend is not a Taoist friend, in Xiayun Feichen, leave the valuable things, otherwise, hey hey." Feichen approached Jiang Ningxin step by step, and obviously looked like he was going to flirt and rob.

"This sword is the Ziwu chasing Yang sword. This demon elixir is the demon elixir of the white cloud bird, which is not worse than the snake. Don't be too greedy." Kong Ran held a sword in front of Jiang Ningxin. Although he didn't know the name of Yun Feichen, he was afraid of the immortal sword and did not dare to speak too presumptuously. If the other party was holding an ordinary weapon, he would not be polite.

Hearing Ziwu chasing Yang Jian, Feichen was stunned and hurriedly asked, "You are from Yunshan!" Have you ever seen four beautiful women of Xianxia School?!" A beautiful woman is not strange, but it's strange for four beautiful women to be together, so Feichen asked.

"This... We haven't seen it. What, are you from Xianxia?" Jiang Ningxin was surprised, with a look of wanting to talk and stop.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Jiang Ningxin's expression, Feichen suddenly had a bad foreboding and quickly asked.

"I... When we passed through Xianqiao Town the day before yesterday, we overheard our people that the dust faction in Qin's territory was going to attack the Xianxia faction." There are all its own intelligence agencies in the Zhengdao Gate. Naturally, these things nearby can't be hidden from them, but this Xianxia faction is originally a third-rate sect and can't get their attention. Jiang Ningxin came here this time to look for the news of the snake. She accidentally heard this, but she didn't think it was such a coincidence. The person in front of her turned out to be the Xianxia faction. Then he said it.

Feichen frowned tightly, and his vigorous and murderous spirit suddenly appeared. Even Hualing and Xing Shuangxue couldn't take care of it. He set up a unique sword and flew to the east. Only he knew the strength of the Xianxia faction best. The four senior sisters were innocent and their cultivation was not much different from him, except for his master's hard work day and night for the sect. In addition to reaching the seventh level of immortals, the rest of the ordinary disciples have nothing to do with it, and they will definitely collapse at a touch. If the other party does his best to attack Xianxia, then the masters...

The more Feichen thought about it, the more frightened he was. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he was. He urged the immortal sword and rushed to Xianxia Mountain like crazy.

Several people were stunned for a moment. They didn't know what had happened. Hua Ling was the first to react. She took over the midday chasing Yang sword and demon elixir and chased Feichen. However, Feichen's speed at this time was not what she could catch up with. For a while, she was left far behind for a while. Finally, with the help of Shuangxue, the speed was slightly faster. People drove flying swords and chased Feichen together.

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Xianxia Peak.

The spring rain does not stop, and the summer rain continues. It is still evening, but the dark clouds cover the sky, dyeing the sky at the top of Xianxia Peak to the same color as the color of the night.

Xianxiamen, which has been calm for a hundred years, has fallen into a sea of blood at this moment. There are broken arms and limbs everywhere in the faction. There are Xianxia faction and dust faction.

Xianxia School can no longer be called Xianxia School at this time, because the ground has long become potholed, the main hall Xianxia Hall has also collapsed in half, and the rest of the houses have collapsed and been razed to the ground, because what the opponent wants is Xianxiafeng chickens and dogs.

Ru Yushi stood in front of the Xianxia Hall, holding the fairy weapon in her hand and her face was pale. Looking at the body of the disciple who was still protecting her in front of the hall, she could hardly help crying. Yesterday morning, these disciples were still repaying themselves with better results for Qingxuanhui Wu, and tirelessly practicing the magic of this door... such as Today, they are all dead...

They died miserably. They didn't even understand why their sect had any hatred and what evil they did. They would suffer from this great disaster. The hundred-year-old sword school was destroyed once. Who knows?

Only Lin Ruyue, Xi Manxiang, Fang Zhizi and Chang Ruiting were left, who were in front of her, but there were more or less scars on her body. The fairy-like face was already a kind of sadness at this moment, which was the same as the pre-death look of more than a dozen disciples in front of them.

After a day of hard work, all 55 of the inner disciples of the Xianxia faction died, and now there are only five of them left. However, how long can they support? In the face of them, more than a hundred disciples of Chenyuan Mountain can fight without dying. These people are all elites of the Chenyuan School, and their strength is naturally not compared with ordinary people.

More than 300 disciples, now there are only more than 100 people left. The disciples of Chenyuan Mountain on the opposite side are also surprised and inexplicably. Obviously, the other party is just a third-rate sect, but why can't it be conquered for a long time? Why do so many people die?

"Master! Why don't we kill those stinky bitches? It's this little prodigal hoof that kills us the most!" The man with a sharp-billed monkey's cheeks held a fairy sword, pointed to Ru Yushi, and cursed.

"If you didn't obey the orders of your own soldiers to attack, would you have lost so many people in front of a third-rate sect? Humph, but it's the same now!" Chenyuan's real martial arts iron was already angry. He thought that because his disciple had lost too much, he turned his hand and took out a colorful sword.