Chapter 30: Total Annihilation!

The pride of heaven! ?
When everyone heard these four words, their eyes trembled.
Just because the last person Chen Xinglie called the proud son of heaven was Guang Zhengping, lying in the rain at the moment, it was already cold.
A sad mood of rabbit and fox spread rapidly in the mansion.
Thousands of people were silent.
Even Lian Guang Zhengping,? also been……
Kill with one sword!
How strong Guang Zhengping was, these Qingyang sect inner disciples knew very well.
In the world of martial arts, the strong is respected.
In the Demon Dao Sect, a big fist is the last word.
Most of the inner disciples of the Qingyang Sect can only manage a small section of the street, but this Guangzhengping, as the inner disciple, manages the entire prosperous Xiangdong Street. If it weren't for Guang Zhengping's outstanding strength, how could he suppress the dozens of rebellious inner disciples in Xiangdong Street?
In terms of cultivation, Guang Zhengping cultivated to the twelfth level of the Open Vessel Realm, which was not as good as Cang Xuan, who was able to break through to the Burning Body Realm in only half a step.
However, Guang Zhengping is stronger than Cang Xuan, otherwise, how can Guang Zhengping command Cang Xuan to run errands for him?
When life and death are killing each other, the cultivation base is only part of the strength, but it is not equal to the full strength.
But even if Guang Zhengping was stronger than Cang Xuan, there was no difference in the ending of the two, and they were all killed by Chen Xinglie.
The same is no fight back!
Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and found that everyone's eyes were trembling, and their faces were pale.
How to fight this?
Rush to die?
At this moment, most of the morale and support that had gathered before drank the blood and the blood as an alliance dissipated.
Everyone is in danger!
Chen Xinglie only took one step, one sword, and made thousands of people in the mansion.
It was raining heavily.
Chen Xinglie stood among a thousand people, standing with a sword, his eyes piercing, sweeping past the surrounding crowd, and finally fixed on Lan Zetian.
Among thousands of people, Lan Zetian has the highest strength.
Chen Xinglie raised the great sword...
The sword's edge was brilliant, pointing straight to Lan Zetian.
At this scene, the eyes of the inner disciples around Lan Zetian trembled, and they pushed back to the left and right, not daring to face the sword in Chen Xinglie's hand.
Within ten steps of Lan Zetian's side, there was no one.
Damn it!
At a critical time, none of them were reliable.
Lan Zetian had already discussed with Guang Zhengping and wanted these Qingyang Sect disciples in the mansion to be cannon fodder. It is a pity that although this plan is good, Chen Xinglie took the lead, slaying Guang Zhengping, killing others and establishing prestige, destroying Lan Zetian's original plan completely.
A disciple of the Demon Dao, I never knew how to write the word loyalty and justice.
Lan Zetian instantly became a lonely person. He was cold with anger. He felt that the sword in Chen Xinglie's hand was dazzling and dazzling, which made people shudder. Even the crackling rain on his body was as cold as ice. Tingling.
"kill!"
Lan Zetian yelled loudly, his voice motivated by the qi and blood of the Burning Body Realm, and he whizzed out, shaking people's ears numb.
With this violent shout, Lan Zetian not only emboldened himself, but also awakened everyone in the mansion, he immediately roared.
"Chen Xinglie's strength is profound, far exceeding our expectations! If he is defeated by him, everyone present will have to die!"
"If even my true disciple died in the hands of Chen Xinglie, with your strength, who can stop Chen Xinglie?"
"You can only survive by rushing to kill with me, working together, pooling the power of everyone, and slaying Chen Xinglie together!"
"My lips are dead and my teeth are cold!"
Lan Zetian yelled loudly, very bewitching.
Long before Lan Zetian roared out the four characters "Lip Death Tooth Cold", most of the inner disciples had already walked over and gathered around Lan Zetian.
Only the two brothers Zhen Hero and Zhen Haojie quietly retreated to a distance.
"Senior brothers!"
Lan Zetian looked at the inner disciples around him, only feeling that he had a lot of confidence, holding a cold iron folding fan, pointing to Chen Xinglie ahead, and shouting: "Kill him with me, smash him into pieces, crush his bones and ash!"
With a word, Lan Zetian strode forward.
Hundreds of inner disciples followed Lan Zetian and swarmed up.
Boom!
There was a thunder in the sky, and the rain suddenly increased.
Chen Xinglie looked at the Qingyangzong disciple who rushed over, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Good job!
The reason why Chen Xinglie has not done anything to Lan Zetian is because he is waiting for these people to gather together.
If they rushed up one by one and fought with wheels, Chen Xinglie slashed out and could only kill one person.
To punish a thousand people, you must wield a thousand swords.
Void Condensation Sword Art extremely consumes blood!
Chen Xinglie used the Void Condensation Sword Art to attack and kill Guang Zhengping, only to take a step, his martial arts energy and blood was consumed by a whole 10%.
Even after a sword broke, Chen Xinglie swallowed a Qi Pill, the martial art blood was rapidly recovering, but he couldn't cut a thousand swords.
At the beginning, when Chen Xinglie used all his strength to kill Yue Changfeng in the Feihong Sect, not only was the martial arts vitality and blood was consumed cleanly, but even a fraction of the blood in his body was evaporated, resulting in excessive blood loss. Fatigue...
Chen Xinglie's memory of this matter is still fresh.
Lessons from the past!
Chen Xinglie wanted this group of people to swarm up. In this way, killing the enemy was like cutting wheat.
Zheng!
Jianming whizzed up.
The great sword shines with a hundred feet of light and is dazzling, illuminating the surroundings white, even the thunder and lightning shining in the rain is dimmed by this sword.
Chen Xinglie stepped out and disappeared where he was. Taking advantage of the crowd's inability to see his figure, he drew out a handful of healing pills. Before he could count how many pills there were, he ate them all.
Chen Xinglie flashed and came three steps away from Lan Zetian's body, swung his sword and cut...
Over the East Port, the sword was brilliant.
Before Lan Zetian made a move, he was killed in seconds. The cold iron folding fan in his hand was neatly broken into two sections and fell to the ground with a snap.
After the great sword slayed Lan Zetian, the sword's power kept sweeping past.
The group of inner disciples following Lan Zetian fell twenty or thirty in an instant.
Boom!
There was a sound of collapse.
The trees, pavilions, and railings swept by the sword light all broke and collapsed to the ground.
This sword is so terrifying!
Not only had Lan Zetian beheaded, but also 20 or 30 disciples of the inner sect had been cut horizontally, and even the buildings in the palace had been cut with a single sword.
The number of disciples in the inner sect of the palace was less than one hundred, all of them trembling with horror in their eyes.
How to resist this sword force sweeping through the army?
Even the army of thousands and thousands of horses, the army of the dynasty, can't stop it!
Everyone was afraid to look at Chen Xinglie.
"Run!"
Suddenly, a panic roar sounded.
Everyone fled in haste, like a dog in a family.
unfortunately……
Can you escape?
Chen Xinglie held his sword and pointed at the crowd, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his tone was cold as frost, and said: "Everyone, when you deceived me and insulted me, did you think about today?"
The hilt of the great sword became warmer and warmer.
Chen Xinglie vaguely felt that perhaps the opportunity for the great sword to grow is right in front of him.
Kill the enemy, just today!