Feng Guyu turned around and roared, "Ying Mochou! What are you doing!"
"Quack! What am I doing? There is no need to explain to a person who is about to die!" Ying Mochou's fighting spirit was fully activated. No one could do anything about the fighting spirit of the ninth-level peak sword master.
"boom!"
The ninth-level peak sword master was able to break through the air. In an instant, a space crack appeared in Feng Guyu's chest. Ying Mochou's palm shot out, knocking Feng Guyu away and only hitting the ground on one side of the round platform.
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"Ancestor!"
Three Fengtian Sect sword kings rushed over, drew out their giant swords, and slashed at Ying Mochou with all their fighting spirit.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Ying Mochou swung his palm upwards. As if they were hit hard, blood spurted out from their mouths. The giant sword fell from their hands and fell to the ground.
"Kill them!" Ying Mochou gave an order, and five or six green figures flew down. "Whoosh..." He slashed the three people to death with swords, and blood stained the ground.
At the same moment, Ying Changkong on the VIP stage led several masters to hunt down the people of Fengtian Sect and the elders of the small sects who were attached to Fengtian Sect.
"ah!"
"ah!"
People in the stands screamed, and those who had no power to resist could only scream and run away desperately.
Ying Mochou covered the entire audience with a gloomy voice and said, "Please be quiet! Otherwise I won't be polite!"
Some capable spectators became quiet, but most of the spectators were ordinary people, some rich princes from the empire, and ordinary people who had seen such a bloody scene and were still shouting and running away crazily.
What they think is that no matter how strong Ying Mochou is, if there are so many people running together, you can only kill them one by one, and at least half of them will be able to escape.
Ying Mochou crushed a dead man's head with his foot and said angrily: "Kill the restless people!"
"Yes..." There was a echoing voice. Around the stands, people wearing bamboo hats in the crowd stood up and started killing. Compared with people who have no strength to tie a chicken, these swordsmen, swordsmen's strength, killing
They do it with ease.
"Swish, swish..." There was the sound of swords dancing everywhere, blood splattered everywhere in the stands, stained in all directions, and in an instant, more than 5,000 people died while fleeing.
Those who act quickly see hope. The exit of the campus is right in front. As long as they escape, they can ask for help from the guards outside.
Sure enough, a group of guards outside heard the murderous shouts inside and rushed over angrily.
The nearly 5,000 people who rushed to the fast entrance saw the hope of survival and began to laugh in their hearts, laughing that they could escape.
But when the first guard pulled out his giant sword and slashed at him, despair was like the giant sword swinging at him, it came too fast!
"Whoa!" From the moment the head of the first person flew high into the sky, there was a twenty-second massacre, with not even a few screams being uttered. Two thousand guards slaughtered more than four thousand mortals, and of course there were one thousand guards guarding them.
Outside the university grounds, I promise not to escape anyone.
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, please leave me alone!"
If Ying Mochou wants to occupy Jincheng, he cannot kill all the people, otherwise he will not be able to develop Jincheng into an empire.
The massacre just now made everyone quiet down immediately. As long as they screamed, the bloody giant sword would take away their lives.
He looked around in horror at the men in black holding giant swords, there were nearly a thousand of them.
"Buzz!"
Nearly two thousand guards surrounded the outermost stands, and it was Ying Mochou's people who came.
"Sir! We have taken care of all the people who just ran away!"
After these words, the whole place became gloomy, and most of the people squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, like bank personnel encountering robbers.
On the VIP stage not far behind Ying Mochou, Ying Changkong led a sword sect and more than a dozen sword kings, and also faced off against the elders of some small sects, but victory was only a matter of time.
"Useless idiot! Let me do it!"
Ying Mochou flew straight over, smashed a sword king's body into pieces with both palms, and turned it into a bloody mist. He grabbed a flagpole beside him and threw it into the sky. A floating magician spit out blood and looked at his chest.
In front of him, a flagpole pierced his body.
Along with it, they fell down.
Ying Mochou's bloody methods immediately took control of the entire scene, and all resistance was eliminated in an instant.
Five of the top eight contestants were standing on the edge of the stage. They were surrounded by a group of guards. Although it was easy for the five of them to kill these guards, they already felt that there was a magician watching them. If they resisted, they would be killed.
There is a catastrophe.
It was too fast. This moment only took ten minutes. All of this, Ying Mochou always felt as if it was too relaxed, and it always felt like something was wrong.
"quack!"
Ying Changkong walked towards the last few people on the VIP stage. Although he did not find Feng Xinyao, several female disciples of Haizong were also good and very graceful-looking. They were looking at the approaching Ying Changkong in horror.
"What are you going to do!" Before the Haizong female disciple could resist, Ying Changkong grabbed her with both hands, and the chest of a Haizong female disciple's clothes was torn, exposing her snow-white breasts. She immediately blocked it.
"Quack! I haven't played with a woman for a long time! Why do I have to squeeze a few today!"
The Eagle Chief stretched out his empty hands evilly towards the Haizong woman. When the woman saw the Sword King glaring at her all around, she couldn't resist at all.
"roll!"
With a dead sound, the space in front of Ying Changkong's eyes opened, and a staff stretched out from inside and touched his stomach.
"ah!"
Ying Changkong was blasted five meters away by the third-level water bullet magic. He fell to the ground and clutched his stomach in severe pain.
"Who is it?" Seven or eight sword kings rushed forward.
"Go away!"
An old man in blue robes walked out of the crack in space. With a wave of his magic wand, all the sword kings flew down like kites.
"Ancestor Hai," the Haizong woman burst into tears. She hugged the old man and cried bitterly. The young Haizong disciple on the side also cried and hugged him.
Ying Mochou frowned and said, "Hai Hanzi, so you're not dead yet?"
The old man hugged the Haizong woman and said, "How could I die if you are not dead? Ying Mochou, you are still so bloody."
"Hmph! You don't have to worry about my affairs! I remember that Haizong withdrew this time! Why did he send you here? Do you Haizong still want to rebel?" Ying Mochou asked coldly.
"I'm an old man and I don't want to fight with your group of people. It's fine. Let you live as you please. I'm just here to take away a few of my disciples. You won't deny it to Ying Mochou, right?"
Ying Mochou smiled solemnly, "Since you, Hai Hanzi, have spoken, I, Ying, will give you some face and take those people with me!"
Hearing what Ying Mochou said, several Haizong disciples stopped crying.
"rise!"
A water cloud suddenly appeared under Hai Hanzi's feet, holding several disciples on it, slowly floating up, and leaving from the sky.
After flying for a while, Hai Hanzi turned his head and said to Ying Mochou: "I, Hai Hanzi, don't like to owe anyone anything. Since Ying Mochou gave me some thin noodles, I also remind you, Feng Yuanshan!"
"Feng Yuanshan!" Ying Mochou was shocked. Indeed, he had forgotten that the great mage Feng Yuanshan could definitely be a threat to him...