Lin Fang's fall fell around, making many monks' eyes flicker, especially Chu Tiankuo, the master of the Sword Alliance Hall, Lin Kaiyi, the owner of the northwest branch of Zifu Building, and the second floor of Tingfeng Chuiyu Building who had been seriously injured by Lin Fang.

In charge of things, the expressions of these Hedao realm powerful men are dim and unclear.

At that time, Song Ting said that if anyone could suppress the sword, then the sword would belong to whomever. Not to mention them, all the monks in the Sword Forging Villa probably heard it as long as they were not distracted. Otherwise, how could there be so many of them?

Are people going to chase and fight for that crimson sword?

But now it is Song Ting's home field, the territory of Song Ting, the owner of the Sword Making Villa who controls the flying sword formation. He can be said to have almost absolute dominance, so no one dares to answer, and Quan pretends not to know what he is doing.

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Hearing the words of the young man in Mo Yi, Song Ting couldn't help but his face became gloomier no matter how shameless he was. These words were indeed what he said. He couldn't shut up so many monks below, let alone rely on the flying sword.

If the formation is activated, he will do whatever he wants. If this is the case, I am afraid that he will face a powerful enemy in the Sword Forging Villa soon.

The Sword Alliance, which has always been a mortal enemy, the Zifu Tower, a branch of the Emperor Wu's forces based in the Barbarian Territory, and the Tingfeng Chuiyu Tower, which belongs to the Huanmengxuan forces. Therefore, if he, Song Ting, dares to threaten these three people with his flying sword formation,

, then he offended three Dao Zong-level forces at once.

What's more, in addition to the three extraordinary Hedao realm figures, there are so many second-series sects, as well as elders and disciples of other Tao sect-level sects, such as Jiuyao Daomen and his ilk, there is also a Hedao realm elder, and

There are many disciples in the Sword Making Villa.

Song Ting would never be able or dare to do anything arbitrarily.

Qiu Yundao, the great elder of Zhujian Villa, and others looked tense. They were not sure what Song Ting, the owner of the village, wanted to do, so they heard the conversation between Song Ting and the demon cultivator, and felt something bad in their hearts.

Although his face looked very ugly at this moment, he still said: "Not bad."

"However, we had no choice but to do this because of the urgency of the situation. This sword is of great importance to my sword-making villa. I hope you can return it. In this way, I will no longer care about you and this evil cultivator in my sword-making villa.

Losses caused by the Battle of Villa."

"Oh?" Lin Fang looked playful, while Fu Kuang had a sneer on his face.

At this moment, the situation looks like a tripartite confrontation, but also like a confrontation between two parties. In short, it is unusual. If you are not careful, the situation will become tense, and a big war is about to begin.

"It seems that trouble occurred in Guizhuang first, causing this fierce sword to fly out and kill many monks who came to participate in the sword opening ceremony, right?"

Lin Fang sneered, and his words were clearly audible, echoing in the Sword Making Villa and falling on everyone's ears, making many monks' hearts flutter and their eyes flicker.

"In the final analysis, the many losses at Zhujian Villa are all due to the chaos caused by Master Song himself, and from this fierce sword. As for the battle between me and this person, there were already formations to block it, which actually caused harm to your village.

The loss is less than one-tenth, I think what I said should be good, right?"

The more Lin Fang spoke, the darker Song Ting's face became. When had he, the dignified owner of the Sword Making Villa, been so disrespected?

"Furthermore, if I hadn't suppressed this sword, I'm afraid it would have escaped long ago, or it would have caused greater casualties in the Sword-casting Villa. After all, the Sword-casting Villa is a first-order force, but this way I don't have to worry about coming.

Did the monks who came all the way to participate in the Sword Opening Conference risk their lives?"

"I'm very curious about the lives of those monks who died under this fierce sword because of the chaos at Sword Forging Villa. I dare to ask Master Song how to explain their lives?"

Lin Fang's words completely made Song Ting angry, because from the corner of his eye, he saw that many monks below had their breath suffocated, as if they were thinking of their companions, friends, and relatives who were killed by the fierce sword that suddenly swept out.

scene.

Although the direct cause was the crimson sword with its cruel and murderous nature, the root cause was the chaos caused by Song Ting.

Otherwise, how could the bottom of Zhujianfang volcano erupt?

Of course, Song Ting's desire to get the sword back was untenable. Of course, Lin Fang also killed many people, and together with the evil sword repairer Fu Kuang, he killed those monks who wanted to take advantage of the situation. In this regard, Lin Fang

Naturally, I have a clear conscience.

Since he wants to take advantage of the situation, he must be prepared to die. Secondly, Lin Fang really doesn't want to hand this murderous sword back. Since it's already in his own hands, why would there be any reason to return it?

"Master Song, let's take a look at this sword. Are you willing to go with you? If you are willing, then it will be my fault for taking this sword by force, haha." Lin Fang suddenly laughed twice.

As he said that, Lin Fang really let go of the crimson sword.

Many monks below couldn't help but stare at the fierce sword. This was a treasure with power comparable to that of a human-level Taoist soldier! Moreover, it had not yet passed through the Taoist Heavenly Tribulation, otherwise, it would probably be even more terrifying.

Many monks' breathing became more and more rapid. Of course, they also understood that such swords were not within their reach, but it was always good to take a look.

Song Ting's eyes released a burst of scorching brilliance. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the crimson sword. However, the sword was not what he wanted. It flew across the entire Sword Forging Villa, its ferocious nature

Dafa, even the many flying swords densely surrounding it were unable to catch its traces.

The crimson fierce sword flew across the crowd, and quite a few monks fell down unconsciously, already stained with blood.

The killing resumes!

"careful!"

"Everyone, be careful!"

The expressions of the monks suddenly changed, their eyes widened with anger, some roared, some roared, and some exclaimed. There was no doubt that the scene became chaotic again.

Song Ting was extremely angry. He was thinking about activating the flying sword formation, and those flying swords moved according to his thoughts.

Among these nearly 100,000 flying swords, there are a hundred fake Taoist soldier-level swords, which are extremely terrifying, not to mention the densely packed top-grade secret weapons and high-grade secret weapons.

Just looking at it makes people's scalp numb. The flying sword formation at Zhujian Villa is indeed extremely terrifying.

However, several deep voices came: "Does Master Song want to kill all of us in Zhujian Villa?"

Lin Kaiyi, the owner of the northwest branch of the Zifu Building, had a gloomy face, Chu Tiankuo, the master of the Sword Alliance Hall, had a sinister look on his face, and the sword intent was growing in his body, and the steward on the second floor of the Ting Feng Chui Yu Building also had an extremely ugly expression.

The elder from the Gu family of Jiuyao Daomen was secretly frightened. Even now, he dare not show his face because he got the exact situation from the steward on the second floor of Tingfengchuiyu Building. The person who killed his disciples of the Gu family was the demon cultivator.

Swordsman, but seeing that man's terrifying fighting prowess, how could he have any thoughts of revenge? He wanted to escape from the Sword Forging Villa immediately, but he was afraid of being targeted. After all, the other party was a demonic cultivator who was decisive in killing.

The Jiuyao Taoist Sect may be able to offend this person, but he alone cannot do it with the Gu family.

At this moment, he was just angry. So Song Ting wanted them all to die here?

The flying sword formation can attack almost indiscriminately.

Song Ting's face was extremely ugly, and he realized that once that fierce sword entered the crowd, he would be helpless.

At this moment, Qiu Yundao and others from the Sword Forging Villa began to capture the vicious sword. However, how could their speed be compared to the extremely vicious sword?

The killing spread among the crowd.

"Master Song, look, this is the fierce sword you refined." Lin Fang sneered and said sarcastically. How the murderous sword killed him had nothing to do with him. Although he thought the sword was good, according to what Song Ting said,

Just return it, what can I do?

At this moment, Song Ting couldn't get off the stage.

The roars below have grown louder: "Isn't Master Song the one who refined this sword? Why can't he control this sword?"

"Yes! This sword has killed so many people. It is definitely a fierce sword. Whether Songzhuang wants to take back this sword or kill evil spirits, what is the point of pointing the flying sword at us now? Why can't we come down and surrender?

That vicious sword?"

In fact, the following monks not only hated Song Ting and the Sword-casting Villa, but also hated the young demon cultivator. However, they did not dare because Lin Fang was a demon cultivator, but Song Ting was the owner of the Sword-casting Villa and a member of the righteous sect.

Lord, I will not blatantly kill people.

Song Ting gritted his teeth and looked coldly at the young man in black clothes: "Very good, this sword belongs to you!"

There is no other way. If we delay for a moment longer, the chaotic monks below will completely explode. They are still running away at this moment, which is already the end of their patience.

It is impossible for the Sword Making Villa to kill all the tens of thousands of monks. This is unrealistic.

"Sorry." Lin Fang shook his head lightly and said, "I don't own this sword either. It is not under my control."

Lin Fang said calmly, what he said was the truth. He really did not recognize the owner of this vicious sword. He was only attracted to it because of his demonic power. Its essence was still a sword with abnormal viciousness.

Song Ting's eyes were so gloomy that he had no choice but to say: "Whoever suppresses this sword will get this sword. I, the Sword Forging Villa, will never interfere!"

As the words fell, some monks who were standing aside and watching the incident were ready to move, but after thinking of Song Ting's previous words, they stood still, including Chu Tiankuo, Lin Kaiyi and others, who also had not moved.

Although that fierce sword is extremely ferocious, it is also very intelligent and will not provoke those who are in the Taoist realm. It will not provoke those who are in the peak of the Taoist realm. It just kills the weak. The so-called persimmon only picks on the weak.

in this way.

However, as the vicious sword kills, the aura of the vicious sword becomes more and more terrifying, which everyone can feel.

Song Ting's eyes were cold. He took one step forward, and countless flying swords followed him, pointing directly at Lin Fang and Xie Xiu Fu Kuang.

Now, no more words are needed.

Song Ting's actions have shown everything. With murderous intent in his eyes, he uses these 100,000 flying swords to kill endlessly!

The aura of the peak Hedao realm flows freely, and Song Ting's robes are bulging. After all, he is the leader of a Tao sect-level force. How can he be so indecisive?

No matter how many people die below, they will still die. Those who die will still be weak. How can those who are in the combined Tao realm and the peak of the late Dao realm die so easily?
Chapter completed!