"Zheng!"

A small green sword emitting a cold light suddenly jumped out from Zhao Yuande's waist, making a trembling sound that shocked the audience.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yuande pinched his hands and the green sword immediately turned into a shadow and disappeared into the field.

A sword light flashed through the field for a few times like lightning, then gently shook back to Zhao Yuande.

"Puff!"

Accompanied by a few slight sounds.

Standing in the front row, a thin blood line suddenly appeared on the necks of the several immortal disciples who were cursing the most.

The next moment.

Several blood arrows shot out, and the three heads slanted to the side, rolling to the ground, with a look of resentment on their faces.

Obviously, Zhao Yuande's flying sword was very fast, and they didn't even have time to feel the pain, and their expressions were still at the moment when they were scolding angrily.

The crowd, who were still a little restless just now, immediately became hoarse.

There was a dead silence around it, and needles fell within a radius of dozens of feet.

His eyes fell on the headless corpse gushing blood in front of him. The people who had just participated in the condemnation closed their mouths, and some even shrank and hid in the crowd, for fear of attracting Zhao Yuande's attention.

"The native chicken and tile dog are vulnerable!"

Seeing such a scene, Zhao Yuande commented disdainfully in his heart. When he looked at more than a hundred people in front of him again, his eyes were full of contempt.

These qi-refining cultivators from second and third-rate sects are so boring that I was so scared like a quail before I could even take it seriously.

But in this way, it will be much more convenient to act next, even...

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuande couldn't help but feel a deeper thought.

He turned his head and Jin, and Xu looked at each other, showing a very tacit smile.

Obviously, the other two think so too.

He used his divine sense to send a few instructions to the disciples of the Sacred Heart Sect surrounding him, and dozens of demon sect cultivators at the ninth level of Qi refining all pulled out the weapons at their waists.

A series of sharp auras came straight towards him, and he was like a killing act if he had a disagreement.

Zhao Yuande raised his hand and held the flying sword in front of him, gently swept away the blood dripping from the sword: "I think you are all heroes who know the times and know that life is more important than anything else."

"But you dared to offend me just now, so I changed my mind!"

A kind smile appeared on his rosy old face and said lightly: "Now everyone must hand over 70% of the supplies in the storage bag, otherwise they will be the same as them!"

Now no matter how cowardly a person is, he will not be able to swallow his anger so much.

Even a few strong-willed cultivators cursed: "Dog thief, you have done all the evil things, but you even dared to rob many fellow practitioners in the battlefield in the Northern Wilderness!"

"In the future, the Supervision Hall will investigate you and you will definitely abolish your cultivation and destroy the mortal world!"

"Don't be afraid, they are just humane foundation building. We all have the cultivation level of Qi Refining, and we may not be afraid of them if we take action together!"

Everyone was moved a little excited when they heard this.

A whisper slowly rang in the field, and then the sound gradually grew, as if it had just become more and more powerful.

However, Liu, Jin, and Xu were waiting for this moment!

Three cold lights rose up in the air almost at the same time.

Although the few people who took the lead in shouting barely resisted it with their talismans and protective magic weapons, there was a qualitative difference between them and the Foundation Establishment Period.

"Ding! Ding!"

"puff!"

After a few short sounds of gold and iron clashes, four headless corpses were added on the ground.

The crowd who had just become restless suddenly became hoarse again.

See this scene.

Su Yun, who had been standing behind and watching coldly, couldn't help but feel a headache.

What a fucking thing!

I just want to hang out quietly among the crowd, and wait until the time is almost delayed. When everyone returns to the base, they arrange the old man Fushan to send him on the way, and then return to Youyun City safely.

Why does this situation beyond deduction happen?

Which link is wrong, so there is such a big deviation from the simulation experience?

Thoughts are spinning rapidly in my mind.

After a moment, Su Yun suddenly realized that this series of changes seemed to be caused by him.

In previous simulations, the reason why this incident did not happen is probably because the number of demon clans far exceeded the scale they appeared, and the number of disciples of the Immortal Sect is far less than that of today.

While at a disadvantage, even if there are three foundation-building monks in the team, they dare not act like they are today.

Otherwise, if people's hearts are dispersed, what can they do to resist the attack of the demon clan?

But after experiencing the fright of the void beasts, an unprecedented number of human and demon races gathered in this area.

In order to delay the gathering of demon cultivators, Su Yun first killed more than a hundred demon clans with his own hands. Yesterday, seventy or eighty demon clans were "dead" in the hands of the disciples of the immortal sect one after another.

Then count the ones I killed all the way.

Unconsciously.

Half of the demon cultivators in this radius of hundreds of miles were actually in his hands!

"I'd have known it would have taken action later. Is this considered shooting myself in the foot?" Su Yun sighed, feeling extremely speechless at the scene in front of him.

Judging from the skillful movements of these Demon Sect cultivators, it is probably not the first time they have done such a job, but they have been waiting for the right opportunity before.

Looking at the many righteous disciples who had calmed down again, Liu Yuande and others made new moves.

The three foundation-building monks took a step forward together, and more than forty monks of the Sacred Heart Sect tacitly narrowed the encirclement.

A murderous intent was shrouded in the air, and a faint smell of blood was filled with the air.

The cultivators had another commotion, and they didn't know what they wanted to do next.

However, in the face of the threat of death, no one dared to take the lead in jumping out to resist.

A few people whispered in a low voice, and their words were full of pleading and reasoning.

"If you don't know the things you are polite, don't talk nonsense to me anymore!" Liu Yuande spoke coldly again.

"If you are reluctant to let go of this little property, you can leave by cutting off your arm. If you encounter the demon clan, you may be able to ask them to be kind and leave your life?"

As soon as these words were said, everyone's faces turned pale.

Fighting alone is not a match for the demon clan. If you still cut off your own arm, will you still have a way out when you meet the demon clan’s monk?!

There are hundreds of demon clans nearby today, and there will only be more in a few days. Where can I hide?

What's more, even if you really want to give up one hand, these cruel and ruthless demon cultivators can really let people go?!

What a joke!

Do you really think that the demonic sect like the Sacred Heart Sect has opened a good hall?

After struggling for a while, everyone had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​resisting, and their faces were full of depressed expressions.

"Since you understand the truth, let's cooperate well next and don't have any thoughts you shouldn't have!"

"Junior Brother Jin, I'll leave the next thing to you."

Jin Mingyu, who had a rough face, nodded, then stepped into the crowd, with a playful smile on his lips, and pointed directly at Fushan and others.

"Wang Tiezhu" glared at his eyes and subconsciously blocked the Fushan Mountain.

"Brother Li?" The demon soldier Hutu threw a questioning look at Fushan. Fushan frowned and shook his head gently.

"Oh, I can't tell that this fellow Xuanyun Sect is quite popular!"

"What? Are your junior brother afraid that I will kill you?"

Seeing this scene, Jin Mingyu, who was standing several feet away, smiled even more, and his eyes were full of playfulness.

"Hahaha, you don't have to worry about this!"

"Grandpa is in a good mood today. Because you were still obedient yesterday, Grandpa didn't make things difficult for you. Take out all the storage bags and Grandpa will let you go."

After saying this, a cold light flashed in Jin Mingyu's eyes, and his eyes thrust on Fu Shan with a burning look, waiting for his next response.

An angry look flashed across the four demon soldiers and all looked at Fushan for inquisitive eyes.
Chapter completed!