The Great Tao Chronicle

Ke Mengfan took a deep breath.

Martial arts have reached his level, and he has already felt something. The moment Feng Qingxuan set foot in this city, he already felt something.

But when he really saw him, he realized that the Holy Son of Demon Sect was much stronger than he imagined.

The long street was crowded with people, and he stood with his hands behind his back, robbing him of all eyes.

No matter from any direction, it is impossible to ignore his existence.

Domineering and domineering.

At a glance, Ke Mengfan knew the will of the Holy Son of Demon Sect.

"A mere sight of a weapon spectrum actually inspired the Holy Son to drive."

Ke Mengfan raised his head and drank the wine from the pot, chuckled lightly:

"But I heard that the Demon Sect has always been low-key, and that the emperor's appearance is not afraid of the people in the court?"

"Low-key?"

Feng Qingxuan's eyes were calm: "That was the past, and the holy sect in the future will not hide behind the scenes!"

Ke Mengfan was stunned.

The Six Prison Demon Sect has a very long heritage, but the reason why they have survived to this day is not because they are unmatched, but because they have never appeared in the rivers and lakes.

Even if Pang Wanyang unified the Demon Sect decades ago, he was not really born.

Now, the Six Prison Demon Sect is about to be born?

What kind of confidence do they have to dare to risk the world?

You must know that although the Six Prison Demon Sect is powerful, it is still inferior to the world's righteous martial arts, and the imperial court will not tolerate them.

Pang Wanyang alone?

Huhu~

Feng Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back. Although he looked up from the following, he gave the illusion of looking down:

"Submit to me and spare you not to die."

"Submit? Hahaha."

Ke Mengfan's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled coldly:

"You're joking, it's not funny."

"This holy son, never joke."

Feng Qingxuan sighed softly:

"Looks like you made a choice"

When the voice was still flowing, Feng Qingxuan's clothes suddenly moved without wind, hunting wildly.

The black bottom and gold robes are raised, as vast as the stars.

In an instant, the surging True Qi roared out, slapping the four directions like a sudden wave!

Click!

With Feng Qingxuan as the center, the surrounding slates cracked and shattered, ripples visible to the naked eye swept past, and a cruel and cold murderous intention broke out.

boom!

The long street was suddenly chaotic, and the tourists walking around were blown away like straw by the turbulent airflow under the impact of the infuriating energy!

There are many people who have been shaken into flesh at the moment when their true qi swayed!

The screams were already skyrocketing!

"brute!!"

With Emperor Yao on top, Ke Mengfan was furious.

He never imagined that Feng Qingxuan would dare to kill on the street!

Boom!

In the next instant, the entire Emperor Yaoju was shocked, as if the earth dragon turned over, and suddenly tilted!

Above the seventh floor, a majestic sword qi rose into the sky, like a downside-down Tianheyi.

A sword thrust out, and all the depression in Ke Mengfan's body was swept away.

Only the bright and rising sun, the sword intent as bright as the red sun swayed vertically and horizontally, and the sword light whistled and fell vertically like the boundless brilliance of the great sun.

In the dazzling sword light, Ke Mengfan's figure stretched out naturally, like an eagle hitting the sky, like a fish flying to the shallow bottom, naturally, but also contains endless murderous intentions.

In the mighty sword light, a faint golden light bloomed on the crystal-like transparent long sword in his palm, and he chanted softly.

"Damn you!"

With a sword flowing, Ke Mengfan's heart was filled with killing intent, and the sword light went from illuminating the world to destroying the world!

In an instant, the water poured down, covering up the chaotic screams on the long street.

"One sword is arrogant, with this one sword, this trip is already worthwhile"

In the turbulent wind, a faint smile appeared on Feng Qingxuan's face:

"I just don't know, you can pick me up a few knives"

Looking down, he saw that under his flying black-bottomed golden robe, his slender and crystal-clear palms had been pressed against his waist at some point.

On the hilt of the long knife that was as black as ink.

The blade is three feet two inches long, and even the sheath is pitch black, it is a deep black, as if all the light will be absorbed by it.

Before the knife was unsheathed, an invisible chill filled the entire street.

All the cries, scoldings, wailing in pain, and cries of the sky and the earth seemed to be stagnant at this moment.

Clang~

Then, a slight sound of a knife chirping sounded.

Above the long street, in the boundless sword light swaying, it seemed that a 'big sun' suddenly lit up.

A round of white 'big sun'!

Beneath the scabbard as black as ink, there is the cold sword light that is as bright as a morning star and as bright as the sun!

This knife does not seem to have any fancy, and it seems to contain all the subtle changes. Although it is a knife, it can also be like a thousand knives!

The sword light appeared for the first time, and it had already swept away the countless sword lights that flowed down.

Then, the light of the blade was like a giant dragon in Tengyuan, rising into the sky in the layers of ripples in the air!

The boundless edge is instantly condensed into one, and under the incomparable blade, whether it is airflow, dust, or other things, all are divided into two without any accident!

On the surrounding streets and buildings, witnessing this man of knife light, whether it was an ordinary person or a master of martial arts, all felt a chill in his heart, as if he had been beheaded, and he was dripping with cold sweat.

And Ke Mengfan, who was the first to bear the brunt, smelled the long-lost breath of death in this cold sword light.

This knife.

Enough to kill him!

Even if I already knew that Feng Qingxuan's martial arts might be superior to me, how could I not be able to take it down?

The thought flashed by, and the boundless sword light that was soaring instantly subsided, and under the backflow of many sword qi, Ke Mengfan seemed to be wearing a sword qi to see.

Its steam boomed down, and the sword light swooped down like a long dragon.

Meet the surging Morihan sword light!

clang clang ~

In the next moment, the sound of countless golden and iron symphonies clumped together, spreading over the entire long street in an instant!

The screams of countless fleeing passers-by were immediately covered by the sound of gold and iron.

The sword light and sword shadow in the sky dissipated at once, as if the dark cloud had completely dissipated.

Someone looked up, and above the sky, dripping blood poured down like rain.

Then, there are pieces of crystal clear flesh skin, and the skeleton is scattered like powder.

hum~

The long knife is sheathed.

On the long street, the boiling turbulent atmosphere subsided, and the black robe drooped down, touching the ground that had long been ruined underfoot.

"Take me three knives, not bad, not bad."

Feng Qingxuan loosened the handle of the knife, wiped off a splash of blood on his face, and spoke long:

"Prove my sword, you deserve to die."

He looked around, and the ruins of the long street were filled with blood, surrounded by buildings, and pedestrians on the roofs were trembling.

The people who were originally crying seemed to be dumbfounded at this moment, and they were all silent.

When his eyes touched, they all bowed their heads, their faces were pale, there was no shortage of shivering, and there was no shortage of excrement and urine.

"A bunch of dung bugs"

With a sneer, Feng Qingxuan paced out of the city.

Hearing this, some people are filled with anger, some people hide their murderous intentions, and some people smile bitterly.

However, wherever he passed, everyone retreated, daring not to stop him in the slightest.

"It has ended?"

At this time, Bai Xian'er had just arrived, and she was stunned when she saw the mess and the **** aura that had not yet dissipated.

A great master in the weapon spectrum, in such a short period of time, has been beheaded by Feng Qingxuan?

"Son"

Bai Xian'er moved her lips twice and saw Feng Qingxuan walking slowly not far away.

"what!"

At this moment, a sharp cry sounded.

Bai Xian'er looked sideways, only to see Chi Changkong grinning and holding a delicate-looking woman in his hand, striding forward.

He was tall and tall, and even if the woman struggled frantically, she couldn't get rid of his palm at all, and her face, which was already wet with tears, was full of pale despair.

A look of disgust flashed across his eyes, and Bai Xian'er retracted his gaze.

Even if she saw this kind of thing many times, she was still very disgusted in her heart.

"Son."

Chi Changkong bowed and saluted:

"this woman"

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

Chi Changkong screamed, was pulled off the ground, flew several meters away like a scarecrow, and crashed into a wall.

"Your name is Xiu'er?"

Feng Qingxuan raised the stunned woman's chin with her fingers, with a faint smile on her handsome face:

"Ke Mengfan is dead, are you happy?"

"dead, dead"

A trace of pain flashed in the eyes of the delicate woman's absent-mindedness.

"It seems that you are not happy."

Feng Qingxuan lowered his eyes:

"If such a master dies, how can no one be buried?"

Bai Xian'er felt a chill in her heart when she heard a crisp sound of 'kaba'.

The woman had fallen to the ground as soft as her bones.

died.

All love, hate and hatred are just a 'click' sound.

Feng Qingxuan's expression was indifferent, as if he had killed an ant, and the smile on Bai Xian'er's face was almost frozen.

"Holy, Holy Son"

In the dust of the ruins of the wall, the ashen-faced Chi Changkong didn't dare to get up at all.

"You are also worthy of picking up food behind this holy son?"

Feng Qingxuan flick sleeves:

"If you don't have the face of Uncle Chi Lian, I will kill you this time."

Chi Changkong's face was ashen, he didn't dare to speak.

At this time, he suddenly understood why Duan Yunlong knew that Feng Qingxuan had come to excuse himself and left.

This guy is truly moody.

"Let's go, those eagle dogs, it's time to come out and wash the floor."

Without even looking at Chi Changkong, Feng Qingxuan led his body and walked out of the city:

"who is the next?"

Bai Xian'er took a deep breath, suppressed many distracting thoughts, and responded with a smile:

"Elder of the Beggar Gang, Shi Wanlong ranks twenty-seventh in the weapon spectrum."

"Beggars gang, it's good."

Between the lingering voices, Feng Qingxuan's figure has disappeared from everyone's sight.

Until then, Chi Changkong, whose face was extremely ugly, did not dare to get up from the ruins.

Bai Xian'er didn't even look at him, and hurriedly chased after him.

"hateful, hateful"

Chi Changkong's chest rose and fell, and his anger was about to explode:

"Damn Bai Xian'er, how dare you look down on Lao Tzu! Sooner or later, Lao Tzu will kill you, kill you!!"