Chapter 359

Old Mo and Old Xu couldn't answer, because managing the branches of the "Pill Refining Alliance" and "Artifact Refining Alliance" in Donglan City was not something they were interested in, and they didn't know much about Heng Xian's fighting methods and abilities.

Ying Zhiqi didn't really need them to answer either. After asking, he watched silently.

Han Fuyao said with interest: "Such a person is probably not an ordinary person in the Tianyuan Sect. The Tianyuan Sect has picked up a treasure!"

At this time, inside and outside the city, there was an uproar!

Compared to when the two Primordial Dan Middle Realm experts arrived, the reaction was even greater!

Heng Xian's way of fighting high with low and instantly killing them completely violated the norm, almost stimulating everyone's heart!

Those who originally held him in respect or didn't know his depth were shocked dumbfounded.

The Heng family, who originally made up their minds to die, jumped from the abyss to the clouds, so excited they almost jumped up!

"How about it? How about it? I said so!"

"As the youngest Sword Venerable in the Eastern Region, how can he be an ordinary person? Was I afraid of him before? Not at all! It's just that this person is too monstrous!"

Outside the city, Liu Wudu and Xu Ze exclaimed, confirming their foresight as if they had discovered a new continent!

Even the dignified and calm Yuan Ziyu had a shocked face: "Instantly killing two Primordial Dan Middle Realm experts in one face-to-face, even if Gong Tan and the others are not talented Primordial Dan cultivators, are they easy to kill? Tianyuan Sect's Heng Xian is stronger than imagined!"

And at this time, the Zhong family of Huai Shui City who invited Xing Tu and the Jiang family of Jiangxin City who invited Gong Tan were in big trouble. The family heads took their black mass of clansmen in a panic and turned to run!

Seeing them running away, whether it was Liu Wudu's Liu family cultivators or Xu Ze's Xu family cultivators, they no longer retreated, but fell into suspicion.

Thus, on the endless plain outside the city, 100,000 people began to flee in a rout.

Like black ants, coming in a flood, leaving in a mess, "flowing" towards the distance like a flood.

However, Heng Xian was not prepared to let them go!

Those who offend others will be offended!

Life and death are destined!

Nothing to do with good or evil!

His figure leaped into the high sky, and a huge treasure sword phantom that covered the sky and the sun appeared behind him, the hilt entering the clouds and the scabbard inserting into the earth, magnificent.

Then, with his long hair dancing, he waved his hand gently.

Sword Saint Storm!

"Buzz..."

"Buzz..."

The huge treasure sword phantom suddenly dissipated, turning into 4,000 sword shadows, each sword shadow wrapped in ten-zhang-long sword light, densely packed and filling the sky, incomparably spectacular and terrifying!

"Whoosh..."

2,000 sword shadows pierced through the snow curtain and slashed towards the west city!

"Whoosh..."

2,000 sword shadows shattered the snow and slashed towards the north city!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

The dazzling and sharp sword shadows descended from the sky, assassinating the 100,000 cultivators of the eight cities from all angles!

"No! Spare me..."

"Spare my life..."

"I won't dare again..."

The noisy begging for mercy was extremely shrill.

However, it was too late!

"Puff puff puff..."

The sword shadows were unstoppable, flashing past. Wherever they passed, whether it was cultivators, spirit beasts, or mounts, they were shattered like tofu.

Broken limbs and arms scattered in the sky, and blood stained the snow red!

Even if someone dodged one or two swords, more sword shadows followed, and as long as they were swept by the sword light, none could escape death!

However, these sword shadows did not disappear after one pass, but turned around and assassinated again with heavier murderous aura!

"Ah..."

"Heng Xian! I curse you..."

"Ah..."

Begging for mercy failed, so it became a curse, and the curse was shattered by the ruthless sword shadows as soon as it was uttered.

In the world, in the heavy snow, it seemed to have become a slaughterhouse!

One person, slaughtering 100,000 people!

Countless sword shadows were killing crazily!

This scene, this scene! Not to mention ordinary people, even cultivators, how many times can they see it in their lives?

The dense ordinary people, small families, and small forces in the city were trembling, their faces pale.

The Sun family was already trembling like chaff. They finally understood the meaning of Sun Bufan's words "Can't provoke, surrender to him"!

This kind of terrifying figure that only exists in legends must be recorded in history, and he was actually born in Donglan City!

"Dongling Pavilion" top.

Ying Zhiqi widened his eyes, his fan stiff in his hand, and the imperial nobility just now was gone: "The Ten Thousand Swords Small Sect-Returning that has been lost for more than 100,000 years??? This guy..."

Han Fuyao's face also became solemn: "This person's sword path has reached such a level, presumably he has entered the ranks of Sword Venerables. It is unimaginable that there is such a young Sword Venerable in the Eastern Region cultivation world!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

At this time, the 4,000 sword qi were still shuttling through the snow curtain, killing wantonly.

Corpses piled up layer by layer, and blood had stained the ground red.

The Zhong family head, Jiang family head, including Liu family head Liu Zhentian and Xu family head Xu Tongda, were all killed in the first round.

Only Liu Wudu, Yuan Ziyu, and others escaped a disaster by relying on the sect's magic treasures.

Too many people died, 100,000 people had become sparse!

In the sky, Heng Xian finally stopped.

First, killing too many people is too harmful to harmony. Second, even if all the cultivators of the eight cities in the west and north were killed, the Heng family would not have the ability to occupy them, which would be cheap for other forces. It is better to let them exist in a neither high nor low state, waiting for the descendants of the Heng family to harvest!

"Buzz..."

The 4,000 sword shadows finally disappeared.

The survivors of the eight cities were scared out of their wits, flying on swords, riding beasts, running on the ground, fleeing crazily towards the distance.

Heng Xian put away his sword and shouted: "The Heng family has no intention of invading others, nor will they be bullied by others. As long as I, Heng Xian, am here, the Heng family will exist for one day! If you offend again in the future, your clan will be destroyed!"

The voice shook the wilderness, sonorous and powerful.

"Dongling Pavilion" top.

Ying Zhiqi took a deep breath: "I like this young man. Bring him back, I will marry my sister and grant him the title of Prince of Weiguo!"

"Hah!" Han Fuyao suddenly chuckled.

Ying Zhiqi was surprised: "Fuyao, what are you laughing at? Can't you see his potential?"

Han Fuyao looked at Heng Xian's back: "Of course! This girl also knows that such a seedling must be treated as a treasure by the Tianyuan Sect. Right now, there are probably several Nascent Soul old monsters, or even Transformation Deity ancestors staring in the dark. Don't believe it? Try moving him!"

Ying Zhiqi was stunned, then exhaled: "Can't take him away, must remember this person. It's best to know yourself and the enemy for such a person!"

Han Fuyao turned and left: "Anyway, he is already an artifact refiner of my Pill Refining Alliance. If the Pill Refining Alliance needs him in the future, he has the responsibility to help!"

"You..." Ying Zhiqi was dumbfounded.

Then he shook his head and left.

Old Mo and Old Xu looked at each other and smiled, then left.

The cultivators of the eight cities had fled cleanly, leaving tens of thousands of corpses on the spot, which were slowly covered by the heavy snow, rising like a hill.

Heng Xian had turned back.

HengWuQue and Heng Xun'er were still waiting by the carriage, with fanatical admiration in their eyes, bowing to the end.

Heng Xian climbed into the carriage, lowered the curtain, stretched, as if he hadn't just killed someone: "Snowy day, a good time to sleep, go back!"

"Yes!"

The carriage "da da da" went back along the road.

Wherever it passed, people knelt on both sides of the street, including cultivators and ordinary people.

Qin Qin, the top courtesan of "Juxian Elegant Pavilion," and another group of courtesans knelt on the ground with umbrellas, their eyes full of starlight.

One of the petite and beautiful girls even had bright eyes, muttering: "Swords for a hundred miles, slaughtering 100,000, moving like a demon king, quiet like a scholar, Young Master Xian is truly unparalleled in the world!"

And Qin Qin stared at the carriage, suddenly thinking of the flute playing that night, and became obsessed.

(End of chapter)