Chapter 391 Blood Light to the Sky

Feichen's eyes are cold and arrogant, facing tens of thousands of people, like staring at all sentient beings! The sword spirit that permeated more than ten miles filled everyone in it. Hundreds of thousands of disciples were shocked. It was not only the Qingcheng School and the Emei School, but also hundreds of gate schools and small sects in Chaoqing Town had gathered around the periphery to watch the bustle.

But it was this little thing to watch, but I didn't expect that it would permeate them. Tens of thousands of large and small sects had to rush out of the scope covered by the sword spirit, because according to common sense, the sword spirit is where the sword front refers to. No one dares to doubt whether this sword will cut itself!

"People of the Qingcheng School! If you don't return, you won't return!!" Feichen became cruel from cold and arrogant. Looking at the sound of Ji Yuchen's explosion, he seemed to be shocked, and there was no previous forbearance.

Because of the right path at this moment, what is it to him? What's the decent person who kills his parents? If it hadn't been for Qiao'er's good life, and the soul would still be in the body, where would there be Qiao'er now?!

Is there anything comparable to kinship and affection in the world? As an upright man, what kind of man is he if he can't even protect his own woman? Looking at the nearly thousand disciples of Qingcheng sent viciously, looking at the silent rain who stood thousands of people before, there was only cruelty left between his eyebrows. Those who don't retreat, kill!!

With this broken drink, thousands of disciples sent by Qingcheng couldn't help taking a step back. Ji Yuchen, as the head, couldn't help frowning when he saw that his disciples were scared by the broken drink. The other party's murderous intent and strength are no longer what he can deal with, but what about the beloved Nangongyan in front of her? Return it? Or not to return?

Ji Yuchen was entangled. As a leader who should kill decisively, he should stand by example in the face of such arrogant evil spirits, but he was already afraid at this moment. Because a feeling of moving forward is death deeply enveloped a trace of justice in his heart.

"Those who don't retreat, die!" Feichen roared, and his body turned into thousands of virtual shadows. Where the sword spirit arrived, flesh and blood flew!

Twelve swords are like tigers out of the gate, rushing to fly out. The sky changes color in the light of the sword, and the sky is woven with a red picture scroll. The blood flowers are scattered, cruel and ferocious.

The people of the Qingcheng faction have no time to react at all. Within ten miles, no one survived. Ji Yuchen was stunned, and tens of thousands of sects and sects were also stunned. He didn't expect that the speed and sword light of the other party would be so sharp.

Twelve god-swords do not have the soul of the sword, and the sword marks are irregular everywhere, but the power is that tens of thousands of people have never seen it. Countless magic weapons are flying, but when they come into contact with the sword, they immediately collapse, and there is no resistance at all. The blood rain splashes on the face of the stunned Ji Yuchen, which is indescribable and terrible.

No one wants to see such a scene, but it really happened. The right path was slaughtered, but no one dared to respond. Tens of thousands of people can hear a drop of a needle. Where is this? This is the periphery of Zhengdaomen Chaoqing Town!

Who dares to kill people here without blinking an eye, which one is not a cruel character?

In less than a cup of tea, more than a thousand people were slaughtered. These were all elite disciples of the Qingcheng School, but they did not resist the slaughter of Feichen. Ji Yuchen trembled and looked at Feichen standing in front of him, showing rare fear in his eyes.

"Silent Rain. I have heard of you that the only disciple of the Qingcheng School who fell into the trap of the demon religion in the hundred years's predecessors and finally took over the Qingcheng Iron Sword and became the head of the Qingcheng School in a hundred years. But you didn't quit decisively at this time, so you only have one way to go now. Feichen said faintly, and the purple sword in his hand twisted. Ten miles away, the twelve god-swords devoured him in an instant. Even the Qingcheng iron sword, the head of the gate, became the thing in the belly of the god-sword at this moment.

A thousand disciples and leaders of the Qingcheng faction who attended the wedding were all killed on the spot. Feichen is not that there is no justice to speak of, but what the Qingcheng faction itself has done is also quite criticized. The most important thing is that the two factions are the only ones who dare to face their own sects with their swords. This means that if they were not strong strength, they would have been swallowed up by the sea of people of these two factions!

"Why...why is it like this..." Ji Yuchen was killed, and Nangong Yan knelt on the ground with a dull expression. She was reborn only for Ji Yuchen, but at this moment, as soon as the other party died, the pillar of survival seemed to collapse, and she no longer had the original support.

"Why? Ha ha, what a reason! I once said that either leave Qiaoer's body, or you Emei faction and the people related to this matter should stay! Your actions make me understand that all sentient beings are inherently unequal. The strong will bully the weak, and the weak should be exploited and manipulated by you. Good, now I'll let you Qingcheng and Emei try this feeling! Let those of you who think you are the right path all day long know what it feels like to be an ant!" Feichen turned his back to Nangong Yan. He didn't want to see the other party cry with Qiao'er's body, which made him feel that it had stained his Qiao'er.

"The people of the Emei faction, who are related to Chen Qiaoer's seizure, stand up for me!!" Feichen rang the alarm bell again, pointing the sword to nearly a thousand women in Emei, but one sentence was enough.

Everyone took a step back, and tens of thousands of people also retreated, beyond the range of 20 miles. Feichen was almost included here. No one knows what happened. The Qingcheng faction was slaughtered, and no one dared to provoke him. After all, such terrible strength, except for the people in the upper world, is no longer The general sect can handle it.

"Hahaha! Do you feel helpless? Do you think someone is bullying you?! But when you used the secret technique against a little girl, did you ever think that the little girl was also isolated and helpless? Who would pity her at that time? Who will help? Who has ever thought that he is the right person? Who has thought of the word Xianxia again?!" Feichen asked several questions, every sentence was shocking, and every sentence was like rain hitting bananas, shocking people's hearts.

Everyone knows about the rebirth of Nangong Yan, the head of the upper world of the Emei faction. However, it has not been broken so far because no one dares to rebel against this world's first-class fairy sect. Now Feichen stands up and says such words, which is naturally sensational on the spot.

Tens of thousands of people are talking about this matter, and many people have known the figure in front of them. Li Feichen, this name has long been known as the immortal killing god. Everyone knows why the ferocious scars are born. A hundred years ago, the Ao Xue was pale, and now the immortal killing god, so many thrilling inside stories have already passed through the city and sung the whole mainland of China. It is evil, right and wrong. Who can make it clear?

"Li Feichen? It turned out to be Li Feichen? Did the Emei faction get into trouble with such a great person? It is rumored that Zhenmo Gufang City has killed five immortals!" The disciple who didn't know the truth was already shouting there.

"I...how do I remember it's seven?"

Another person has been trembling for a while and said, "Let's go. This level of fighting is not what we can see. It's enough for Emei to drink a pot."

"The head of the Zhengdao Gate has ascended the throne, and the wedding ceremony has not been held since then. Now it's bloody... Well, it's ominous, it's really ominous..." A scholar muttered, looking at the position of the Zhengdao Gate, and jumped up in shock: "Look... Look... Look... Look at the other side of the Zhengdao Gate!!"

"Wow! Blood is soaring to the sky! No... It's the fire!" A person next to him heard the Taoist priest's panic. He looked back and saw that one of the peaks of the main road gate had risen to the sky, and the blazing fire seemed to burn the whole mountain.

Tens of thousands of people were immediately shocked by such a strange situation and speechless. The right door is indeed suitable for red and bright things at this time, but it should not be on fire. This kind of bloody disaster is really unuspicious no matter how you look at it.

Feichen smiled geryly. It seemed that he attracted all the people to the vicinity of Chaoqing Town. Before Jiang Hanfeng was promoted to the position of leader, he gave the demons led by You Qi a chance to start.

These people have time to see the fire in the backyard of Zhengdao Gate, but the people of the Emei School do not have this time. All the elders are selecting disciples to top the bag. Generally, the disciples found are regarded as inferior in the sect, or usually not obedient, or easy to bully. As for those excellent disciples, of course, they stay here. In the team.

Hundreds of people pushed out the whole team in a moment. These disciples were undoubtedly restrained by the elders with binding spells. They were not feared. Their eyes were flashing, and the people who knew that they would die were already looking at the remaining six or seven hundred people who were not selected except for trembling.

Feichen smiled sarcastically. Looking at what the Emei faction has done, he has roughly known the tricks here. Sure enough, what kind of leader there is and what kind of elder there is. And if he is not a cronin, he naturally can't be an elder.

The next moment, the screams were already sounded, and many women were splashed with blood on the spot. Although there was no dismemberment, they were all lying on the ground and did not know whether they were alive or dead. And these people are all those who have not been selected.

I ignored the conjecture of the rest of the sects. In the end, only Nangong Yan was left. At least Zhengdaomen and Qingxuanmen now have no time to take care of the bloody case that happened here.

The effect of Ji Yuchen's death on Nangong Yan is beyond imagination. Now she has cried and fainted, but Feichen just sneered, and the three sword spirits came out to protect her. The right hand was stretched out, and a black light hit the other party's forehead.

The secret art of soul pumping, the torture skill of magic religion, and the soul whipping are the most fierce. Usually, the people who are used will be in pain, and the soul struggle is the most painful. Therefore, if it hadn't been for the great enmity with the other party, such hurtful things would not have been done at all. And the same is true. A living body, abruptly squeezed into another soul, can't stand it anyway. Therefore, usually the strong side of the soul will drive the weak side out of this body. As for why Qiaoer can live in the second soul now and have nothing to do, can only know after pulling out the soul of Nangongyan!!