The ruthless cold wind blew on Yue Kong's face, and his beard fluttered.
He looked at Luo Xingchen's eyes, his heart was oppressed so hard to breathe.
He could feel the intensity of Luo Xingchen's killing intent.
However, at this moment, he seems to have been driven into desperation and cannot look back.
Yue Kong's palm slowly raised subconsciously, and the five-foot long sword flew out in the Shenhai. He held the scabbard and remained silent.
Luo Xingchen pointed to Yue Kong's hand and finally put it down. He was extremely calm and said in a deep voice, "I will call you senior again. I know that it is not easy for a sword repairman to get to this point.
However, let me ask you, as a sword repairer, shouldn't you point your sword at the sky, you should go against the trend, and you should be good at challenging the strong to go further
But what did you do? Hehe... ridiculous..."
Luo Xingchen smiled coldly, and his body was shaking.
His eyes, like a sharp knife, can hurt people.
He spoke slowly, using a cold tone to make the atmosphere even colder.
"Luo Shenfu, a small force, it's not worth mentioning. The total amount of agility is only more than 20 people. We have always been peaceful and not fighting with the world. We have never thought of invading others.
But you, shamelessly, listened to Yang Ye's dog thief, and brought a large number of powerful men, thousands of Spiritual Realm, and more than 20 Spiritual Realms, to besiege my little Luoshen Mansion, that is my home. !
Your strength is a hundred times stronger than ours. The environment you are in is much bigger than Luoshen's Mansion. Why, a group of sword repairmen want to insult a group of humble people like this
Senior Yue Kong, don't you blush? "
This last question fell in Yue Kong's ears, Yue Kong's face turned blue, Luo Xingchen did not scold him, but he felt that these words were like naked humiliation.
He is also a face-saving person. How can he not be ashamed in front of so many people
Think about it, I'm afraid anyone will find it ridiculous.
However, Yue Kong quickly recovered to a state of indifferent and indifferent state, pressing his fingers on the hilt of the sword, and gently, began to pull out.
Luo Xingchen didn't change his face, and continued to question: "Yue Kong, now, I can scold a few words, I heard, I have a treasure in Luoshenfu
Haha... I don't even know it myself. If Luoshen Palace really has something that makes people improve so quickly, how would we be so weak? There are more than 20 people in the spiritual realm, and the rest are in their 20s and 30s, and some are still wandering in the spiritual realm. Is it not funny to compare with you
You old thief, my father, have you provoke you? Luoshenfu, did you mess with you
You are so embarrassed that you have to hit three and one, and you still have to sneak attack when my father is in the hardest time!
That sword of your stabbed well, my father, I’m currently in the Luoshen Mansion, recuperating..."
Speaking of this, Luoshen's teeth were clenched, and the killing intent became even more intense!
"Heh... If there is no Lan Yuan, I will go back. I should not see my home or my relatives. If there is no Lan Yuan, then now, you should be happily dividing up, right?"
Luo Xingchen sarcastically said every word.
He said what Yue Kong said in his heart, and hit Yue Kong's sore spot!
That's right, Yue Kong's face turned blue and white once again, which was extremely ugly.
He wanted to stand up and roar, but he was not in the mood.
In the end, Yue Kong's sword-drawing movement stopped abruptly. He retracted the sword again, took a deep breath, and looked at Luo Xingchen: "Boy, what do you want?"
Luo Xingchen gritted his teeth and his eyes were blood red: "What do I want? If I trample on your relatives, what do you want?"
Yue Kong thought without hesitation: "I will destroy his nine clans."
"Haha... OK!" Luo Xingchen laughed twice and clapped his hands.
Immediately, he raised his sword, carelessly, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "In this way, I don't have to say anything. You just tell me, who was the mastermind who besieged Luoshen's Mansion that day? Who was the instigator? I thought. For a clear answer."
Yue Kong was silent for a moment, whispered, and firmly said: "It's me!"
Next to Luo Xingchen, Ling Feng could no longer be idle, holding the dagger tightly in his hand, making a "creaking" noise.
"Lord, do you need to be bloodbathed?"
Luo Xingchen gently pressed Ling Feng's arm and said calmly: "Sometimes, it is not necessary to use the same method to solve the same problem."
His implication is that this time, there is no need to go on killings.
If Luo Xingchen really wanted to continue the massacre, then relying on a Lan Yuan would be enough to settle everything.
However, relying on external forces all the time is boring.
Luo Xingchen said to himself: "I can't even tell who the thieves who smashed into my house are those people. Are these people all?"
He closed his eyes indifferently, and said coldly: "All those who participated in the encirclement and suppression of Luoshen's Mansion, can they stand up by themselves like a man?"
This sound, like a muffled thunder, exploded in the air.
For a moment, there was still silence, and no one answered.
Luo Xingchen sneered: "Or, you don't even have this courage. As a sword repairer, you can only bully the weak? Why do you do sword repair? You are not afraid of insulting the sword in your hand!"
"Huh..."
There were finally many people facing the black and oppressive crowd, and they couldn't stand it anymore.
"Hmph, I'm Jian Xiu, and I just do it. Is there anything that is not easy to admit? Isn't it just death?"
A big man with thick eyebrows stood up and shouted.
Soon, one after another, they all mustered up the courage and stood up one after another.
These people, together, there are one or two hundred.
The remaining thousands of people remained the same, but their hearts were very worried.
Luo Xingchen scanned the two hundred people, and he nodded seriously: "Okay! This is still like a man! It's not an insult to Jian Xiu's reputation."
"Luo Xingchen, we were involved in the siege, but you are rebellious, and your family must be against the Party. If you destroy you and kill the people, shouldn't it?"
A young man gritted his teeth, but was very angry, and shouted confidently.
Luo Xingchen glanced at him, saying word by word, "I, only said the last time, I am not rebellious! I did not collude with evil races!"
"Hmph, the mouth is yours, how do you want to say it is not all based on a mouth?"
The young man tilted his head, still dismissive of it.
"Shit..."
"Uh!"
The next moment, without warning, his whole body trembled suddenly.
"Cough..." He widened his eyes and couldn't believe it. At this moment, Luo Xingchen, who was originally several tens of meters away, was already in front of him. His chest was penetrated by a sword. At this moment, blood was dripping.
And Luo Xingchen, with the corners of his mouth raised, with a wicked and arrogant smile, whispered in his ear: "You have to understand, I want to kill you, one sword is enough, do I still need to quibble with you... Humph... "
Luo Xingchen's sword was pulled out of this young man's chest in an instant, and blood spurted, splashing his face.
With a look of despair and unwillingness, the young man landed suddenly.
Luo Xingchen still had a cold face, blood was beating on his eyelashes, his eyes did not blink.
"Hi..." The two hundred Wu Xiu who stood up, like a natural reaction, took a few steps back, short of breath and heavy heart.
Luo Xingchen scanned them indifferently: "Is there anyone else who wants to ask me what I want to do?"
There is no one, everyone is silent, and they can anticipate all the consequences without thinking about it.
Therefore, some of these two hundred people are desperate, some are stubborn, some are angry, and some are afraid.
If you have done some things, you should take responsibility. They, able to stand up and admit to themselves, are already very brave.
Just now, there were actually some people involved, but they didn't have the courage to stand up.
Now, these people are huddling in the dense crowd, their legs are weak, cold sweat is flowing, their hearts are up and down, but they are holding their chests, secretly rejoicing.
It seemed that Luo Xingchen didn't plan to kill him in one go, this was just taking a seat.
As a result, no one spoke, Luo Xingchen shook hands with the sword, cold eyes pierced at the two hundred people, and the corners of his mouth curled: "I will challenge all of you by myself, without sword intent, okay?"
"Huh?" The group of people was taken aback and became surprised.
"Hmph, you have a psychic weapon, we don't!" a man said angrily, feeling very unfair.
"Shit!" Luo Xingchen almost just dropped the words, without thinking, he thrust his sword into the ground with one hand.
He raised his head, his hands empty.
His palm stretched out towards the thousands of people behind!
"Wow!" A certain disciple's sword flew out of its scabbard suddenly and uncontrollably.
"Swish swish..." There were more than a dozen people, they were panicked and watched their good swords fly out.
In the next moment, these ordinary swords, swords that are not considered as profound spirit treasures, were all inserted into the ground, surrounded by Luo Xingchen, like a sword mound.
Luo Xingchen lifted his foot and slammed the ground!
"Bang!" The broken stone burst, and a sword was shaken off. He grabbed it and held the hilt. This sword, in his hand, had dim light and was very inconspicuous.
Immediately, I saw Luo Xingchen's side, a gust of wind blew in an instant, blowing his clothes and stroking his black hair.
His voice sounded loudly: "You are all here to kill me, if you can kill me, then forget the blame, I promise my men will not be held accountable!
However, if you don't kill me, I will still kill you, because Luoshen Palace has been trampled on by you! "
"bring it on!"
As the last two words of Luo Xingchen sounded like a note, the two hundred agile realms, holding swords together, with red eyes, slammed and killed them!
"Kill!" a group of people roared sharply, in order to survive, they all tried their best!
Soon, Luo Xingchen's body was surrounded.
"Chichichichi!" Countless chaotic swords stab at him, slashing at him, and his steps begin to move!
With one breath, he took five steps, one step and one sword, and he slashed on the bodies of five Jian Xiu, five Jian Xiu, and died!
Next, this battle officially began.
Luo Xingchen had one sword and one sword. He didn't use the sword intent. He just relied on the surprisingly fast pace, powerful strength, and majestic spiritual energy to kill the blood and the fog of the sky, and the red clouds in the sky to condense. The cry is terrible!
Ten breaths, one hundred breaths!
Luo Xingchen shuttled in the crowd like light and shadow.
The body of each seat fell down, originally two hundred people, very dense, then became one hundred and fifty people, became one hundred people, became fifty people!
The space he is in is getting wider and wider, and his enemies are getting fewer and fewer!
The sword shadow is like a chaotic cloak, the sword light is like nine days of rain, and the sword aura is like a turbulent wave, the sword is broken! Draw the sword, and then break the sword!
The dozen swords on the ground, because they couldn't withstand the power of Luo Xingchen, because they couldn't withstand the enemy's mad slash, they shattered one by one.
He snatched so many sharp swords, it was not superfluous.
After a fight, there are only a few of these swords left.
In the end, these fifty people were killed by Luo Xingchen until only the last two were left, and they were forced to retreat again and again by him.
The earth was red with blood, and the two sword repairmen were covered with blood from their partners.
Luo Xingchen's movements finally stopped. He glanced at the last two people, very leisurely, and calmly wiped the blood on the sword.
Among the two, one of them said indifferently: "Enough, I don't need you to come, I will come by myself!"
laugh!
He held the sword with both hands and thrust a sword into his throat.
With blood gurgling, he glared and fell to the ground.
The last one looked at Luo Xingchen coldly, and finally laughed three times: "Hahaha..."
"Boom..."
A body exploded, the sword was broken, and people died!