I don’t know if it was the effect of revenge or the equal gains, but more than 3,000 immortal cultivators immediately fell into madness. Even if there were smart people who knew that Peng Man was not easy to mess with, they insisted that a person could not compete with such immortal cultivators. He was definitely not the opponent of so many people. At worst, he could hide away at the beginning and finally get a better advantage.

How terrifying is the scene where more than three thousand immortal cultivators drive more than three thousand magic weapons to smash people at the same time? From Peng Man's perspective, countless magic weapons are like dense flies, flying down with a bang. In the middle, there are many 5th or even 6th-level attack talismans, dyeing half of the sky colorfully.

But would Peng Man be afraid?

Joke! Don't forget, he is wearing magical blue star golden armor.

"Since you're looking for death, there's nothing to say."

He didn't want to kill people before, because he was not rude, but because he looked down on the experience value provided by the 3,000-level 4 bastards. Another reason was that he did not want to kill too much. The doomsday survival system, or the self-destruction and breaking the origin, did not look like a good thing. Who knows if the other party would hide a trap in some rule?

No matter how bad an immortal cultivator is, he is a creature in the fairy world. As a guardian who protects the rules of the fairy world, people who obtain the original fragments should not be encouraged to kill living people. Therefore, he does not want to upgrade by brushing living people. If he has that skill, it is better to brush monsters.

But this does not mean that if someone seeks death, he will give in. If you seek death, I will send you to death!

It's that simple.

So Peng Man moved, took out his brand new sword leisurely, and rushed into the crowd at a speed that no one could see clearly.

The magical source essence has no shiny, and there is nothing that can be remembered except black. But this inconspicuous weapon has harvested more than seventy lives at the first moment of contact between the two sides.

Peng Man's speed was too fast, and the way of using the sword was too easy. He almost held the sword in one hand, neither chop nor slashed, and only drove the sword edge toward the living people at high speed. As long as those living people were touched by the big sword, they would immediately split into two, and no matter how high the cultivation level was, they could not be stopped.

In addition to Peng Man, the girl also took action. She had no preferences and did not want to have any ideas. What Peng Man Jianfeng pointed to was her direction!

One tenth of a second passed quickly, and Peng Man collected his sword and stopped killing because he saw an acquaintance. Or, he saw someone wearing clothes that an acquaintance once wore.

The clothes of the three major law enforcement teams of Chen Tian are the clothes worn by young people who are domineering to him, and are the best in the world and are all ants. In this way, the identities of these people are self-evident.

In this way, the reasons why these people can gather so many immortal cultivators have also been answered. The three major sects of Chen Tian finally opened the channel of the lower realm and began to rescue or subdue the survivors of some nearby sects, and then organized them to try to gain more territory.

There are more than three thousand people, which seems to be quite a few, but it is normal for two or three hundred people to survive outside a second-rate sect. Ten sects can gather so many people, and they don’t even have to deal with the truly dangerous core areas of the sect.

From this point of view, the number of surviving three major sects in Shentian may not be many. Otherwise, one mountain gate and one mountain gate would have swept across the ground. Why bother to sway in the wilderness? It’s not that the power is not enough!

When the girl saw Peng Man stopping, she quickly stopped and stood behind him, like an inseparable thin shadow.

Bang!

A dull sound came, which was the movement of the object falling.

Bang!

Another dull sound came, but it was still the movement of the object falling, but it was a little smaller than the previous one.

The eyes that were red with the materials like hills turned around, and then they saw a row of immortal cultivators who were like wheat stubble. These immortal cultivators had turned into two pieces, one piece of body, one piece of waist and legs. Judging from the number, it was no less than seven hundred.

More than 700 people were killed by martial artists in one encounter!

boom!

All the magic weapons they had made before and the talismans smashed to the ground, smashing a huge pit that was not very strong. The location of the huge pit was exactly where Peng Man was standing before, but the person who was standing there was standing in front of many immortal cultivators, intact!

puff!

Affected by the earthquake in the earth, the wounds of more than 700 dead began to bleed blood mist at the same time, making the entire mountain of corpses seem to be covered with a layer of bright red gauze.

"Ah--" The surviving immortal cultivators were scared and screamed and wanted to escape, escaping from this devilish place, but their legs were weak and their hands were trembling. They wanted to move but couldn't move at all. They could only pull their throats and howl wildly to vent their fear.

Those were more than 700 immortal cultivators, and they all turned into dead people in the blink of an eye! How many of the entire team are there? In the next blink, will it be yourself?

"Shut up!" Peng Man shouted coldly. He hated others' whine the most, let alone screaming at the top of his throat.

The screams of more than 2,000 people stopped abruptly, like a jackdaw strangled on their necks. They never dared to make any sound again, because they knew that the only ending of the sound was death!

"You...you...you...you know who we are? Dare, dare to treat me like this...we!" Some people are afraid, but naturally some are not afraid. More than a hundred young people wearing the costumes of the three major law enforcement teams in Shentian stuttered and questioned.

"Do you know this armor?" Peng Man asked replies without answering. He believed that the three top leaders of the three sects were not so easy to forget!

"It's you! It's you!" A man who seemed to be the leader changed color: "Wait for death! This time, all our surviving elders have come to the sky and are looking for your whereabouts, hum!"

Peng Man was too lazy to talk nonsense. If he had the strength to talk to the other party, he might as well use his sword directly to kill all the annoying flies.

He was thinking about how to deal with these people. Although the fateful enemy made him return to the world failed, Peng Man had no plans for the future. Everything depends on the performance of the person in Echo Valley. If things can develop in the best direction, he would also have the means to kill other fateful enemies and fight against Guyi. Otherwise, he could only follow the killing path arranged by Guyi and keep going until he became the last living origin fragment, and then act on the camera.

But the feeling of not being able to control one's own destiny is very bad. It's like knowing that the trap is forced to step into it step by step.

Shuichi has already been identified as his biggest enemy. The best way to deal with the enemy is: it wants to do whatever it wants, but it doesn’t do much if it wants to do it!

As for the three major sects of Shen Tian, ​​he really didn't care much about it. What if they had a combination (level 6) or even Mahayana (level 7) immortal cultivators?
Chapter completed!