"You are so arrogant, let me kill you!"
A figure from the eighth level of Lingxuan stood up and crushed Liu Wuxie down with one palm.
The monks who exited the execution palace with Liu Wuxie retreated to a distance one after another, not daring to get close.
They were very aware of Liu Wuxie's fighting prowess. He had easily killed so many masters just now.
With the palm wind blowing, Gu Yu wanted to take action, but was stopped by Liu Wuxie.
"Things like garbage dare to jump out and seek death."
Liu Wuxie was furious and struck down the air with his palm.
The terrifying waves formed a large handprint and crushed the man who took action to the spot, unable to move.
"Crack!"
The man who took action was killed by Liu Wuxie's palm before he could react.
Blood sank into the ground along the cracks, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Crushing a person to death with one palm, the powerful visual impact leaves people at a loss as to what to do.
Zhuo Xing's face was extremely gloomy. He was dancing very happily just now, trying to kill Liu Wuxie again and again.
"Who dares to stop!"
Liu Wuxie gave a sharp shout and walked outside with long strides.
This time no one stopped me, maybe because of my underground relationship, I didn't dare to use powerful Taoist techniques.
Once outside, that may not be the case.
Following the original path, Liu Wuxie returned to the ground.
As soon as his front feet landed, a group of people came out of the Underground Dragon Palace behind him.
The underground world has destroyed several stone pillars, causing the entire mountain to shake. Collapse is bound to happen sooner or later.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
A group of people surrounded Liu Wuxie.
Zhuo Xing was the first to stand in front of Liu Wuxie.
"Liu Wuxie, we were underground just now, so it was not appropriate to take action. Now that we are outside, are you still unwilling to hand over your belongings?"
The long sword in Zhuo Xing's hand released a terrifying sword light, pointing at Liu Wuxie from a distance.
"What a desperate thing!"
Liu Wuxie was really angry.
He has left the underground, but they are still aggressive and refuse to give up. It seems that they are going to kill again today.
Looking around, he found that Ruan Ying and Lu Liang were also among the crowd, and they were here too.
In addition to being loyal to Liu Wuxie, their consciousness and thinking are not affected by anything, and they also have a strong desire to practice.
"Everyone come with me, kill him, and divide the treasure together."
Zhuo Xing shouted loudly, summoned his companions, united with the surrounding monks, took out his long sword, and slashed down at Liu Wuxie angrily.
"Leave it to you."
Liu Wuxie did not take action, wanting to see what Ruan Ying and Lu Liang could do.
Facing Zhuo Xing's long sword, Liu Wuxie remained indifferent and stood quietly.
Gu Yu was confused, thinking that Brother Liu was talking to him.
Two figures quickly appeared in front of Liu Wuxie. They were not wearing Black Feather Pavilion costumes.
Now that they have been converted by Liu Wuxie, there is no need to continue wearing the clothes of Black Feather Pavilion. They will only wear them when they leave the Holy Land.
"Chichi..."
Two rays of cold light flashed, and those who rushed towards him fell down one after another.
Ruan Ying was originally a disciple of the Tianling Immortal Mansion. He was extremely powerful and was far from her opponent at the peak level of the Spiritual Profound Realm.
Lu Liang's strength is not low, not inferior to Ruan Ying's, even more powerful than Ruan Ying's.
Zhuo Xing noticed something was wrong immediately and quickly took a step back. However, he was still a little slow and was stabbed in the arm by Lu Liang's long sword.
In less than half a breath, a dozen corpses were lying in front of Liu Wuxie.
"What happened, who are they, and why do they want to help Liu Wuxie?"
The people around him looked confused.
The two people who suddenly appeared were so powerful that they were far superior to Zhuo Xing.
Without Liu Wuxie's order, Ruan Ying and Lu Qiang did not dare to stop, and continued to fly forward with their long swords in hand.
Just now Liu Wuxie encountered a crisis, and affected by the power of faith, they had long wanted to take action.
It was Liu Wuxie who ordered them not to take action for the time being.
The moment Zhuo Xing took action, they were caught off guard.
The killing continues, like reaping wheat, one after another falls.
Liu Wuxie watched quietly, as if appreciating a feast, watching them fight.
Whether it was the killers from Black Feather Pavilion or this group of people, Liu Wuxie didn't care at all whether they lived or died.
Even if Ruan Ying and the others die in battle, Liu Wuxie won't care. As long as there is one left, he can lure out the Black Elder.
Gu Yu scratched his head hard, with a dull look on his face.
"Everyone, run away, these two are too powerful."
The two of them fought alone against more than thirty people without any sign of defeat.
Zhuo Xing, on the other hand, had no retreat. Everyone around him was killed, leaving him alone to fight.


Chapter completed!