Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

"Brother Song, have you gathered all the troops?"

Song Xuan smiled, took a step forward, and his figure flashed a few afterimages in the void, and then he came to a rock outside the villa.

"Not yet, I was just worried about Brother Ye's safety, so I came to check on him."

Ye Gucheng raised his head slightly to look at the sky, "Brother Song, you worry too much. They are just a bunch of chickens and dogs. What is there to worry about?

Today, I killed a bit too many, so you might have less fun riding around the world."

"It's okay, as long as Brother Ye is happy!"

Song Xuan didn't care about these things. He hoped that Ye Gucheng, his thug, would put in more effort. If he could deal with the masters of the Five Absolutes level like East Evil and West Poison, then he would be more relaxed.

"Are you Song Xuan?"

Inside the villa, Feng Lun looked at Song Xuan's young and handsome face with a gloomy expression.

"What hatred or grudge do we have that you must destroy Xingyun Villa?"

"How come there's no hatred?" Song Xuan laughed, "You forgot, I killed your beloved son! With your style at Xingyun Villa, it's impossible that you don't want revenge, right?"

Feng Lun was stunned, his face filled with astonishment. "So, you killed my son, and to prevent us from taking revenge, you're going to take the initiative and destroy our Xingyun Villa?"

“That’s one reason!”

Song Xuan looked at him calmly, then said coldly in the face of the other party's angry but afraid to speak, "Feng Lun, you have been a local emperor in this Southern Song territory for decades. You must have forgotten who owns this world, right?"

Song Xuan's voice turned colder, "This world belongs to the Great Zhou!

The order of the martial arts world can only be established by us, the Xuanyi Guards. You, Xingyun Villa, have crossed the line!"

Feng Lun's lips trembled as he said, "If you cross the line, you deserve death?"

Song Xuan nodded, "If you cross the line, you will die!"

"Strength is respected, and it is natural for the strong to kill the weak. Isn't this the rule that your Xingyun Villa established in the Southern Song Dynasty?"

Song Xuan chuckled, "Today, I died under the rules you made. This can be considered a complete ending!"

Chapter 241: Kill the Grandmaster with one finger!

Ye Gucheng alone was enough to make the entire Xingyun Villa unable to raise its head.

And now, another killing god has come, and Feng Lun's heart has completely fallen into the canyon.

It is hard to say how strong Song Xuan is, but judging from Ye Gucheng's attitude, he should be a top master at the same level as the Sword Saint.

Even if it's not, it probably won't be much different.

Facing these two top masters, is there any hope for Xingyun Villa to survive?

Some people in Zhuangnei have already collapsed.

Some Xiantian warriors knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging, "Sir, I am willing to surrender, please spare my life..."

call out!

A sword energy surrounded by red flames pierced through the bodies of those innate warriors, and their bodies shattered instantly, and even the attic behind them collapsed!

Deep in the villa, two white-haired old men walked out.

A man in a black robe, with an upright figure and a cold body,

The other person was wearing a fiery red robe, emitting a scorching heat all over his body, and his face was also red.

These two people had been in seclusion before, and they did not come out even when everyone besieged Ye Gucheng.

And now, when the villa is about to be wiped out, he finally comes out.

boom!

The old man in red robe held a spear emitting a flaming luster. As he walked out, he thrust the spear out casually. The terrifying energy caused a series of sonic booms, instantly killing dozens of fleeing warriors in the village.

The old man in black robes held the sword in his hands, his face stern and cold, and said indifferently: "Anyone who dares to talk about surrender again will be killed without mercy."

The old man in red robe laughed loudly, full of fighting spirit. The spear in his hand was hot and violent, and the tip of the spear was pointing at Song Xuan in the distance.

"Boy, are you the one who wants to destroy my Xingyun Villa?"

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows and did not respond to him. Instead, he looked at Ye Gucheng, "Do you know this guy?"

Ye Gucheng stroked his chin and looked up and down at the red-robed old man, thinking: "Back then, when Master Sanfeng was exterminating the demons in the Jiazi year, some masters of the Demon Sect managed to escape.

Judging from the appearance of this old fellow, he seems to be an elder of the Demonic Cult."

"A member of the Demonic Cult?"

Song Xuan nodded thoughtfully, turned sideways, stretched out his hand and waved it at Song Qian.

Victoria Song didn't understand what he meant, so she reached out and clapped her hands against her brother's, smiling and saying, "Brother, come on!"

Song Xuan rolled his eyes and pointed to a metal plaque hanging around her waist, "Give me that thing!"

"what?"

Song Qian subconsciously touched her skirt and blinked, then reacted and handed over the sign that recorded one of the supreme magic techniques of the demon cult, the Iron Chewing Technique.

This thing was found by my brother from the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva after he killed her. He then tied it around his waist, intending to use it to fish.

Unfortunately, I don’t know whether it was because Master Sanfeng killed too cruelly back then and wiped out all the masters of the Demon Sect, or because the people of the Demon Sect were too cowardly, but in recent days, no one from the Demon Sect has come to snatch the plaque.

This made Song Qian feel sorry for a while. After all, the Demon Cult was extremely prosperous back then and had a lot of good things.

Taking the iron plate, Song Xuan waved it towards the red-robed old man and asked, "Old man, do you recognize this thing?"

The red-robed old man didn't take it seriously at first, but after a closer look, his expression gradually grew ferocious. "Boy, where did you get this thing?"

"It seems you recognize him. He is indeed a member of the Demon Cult."

Song Xuan raised the corners of his mouth, feeling a little happy.

The Demon Cult, at its peak, had influence spanning several states. Although it was later wiped out by both the Xuanyi Guards and the True Man Sanfeng, it no longer has the same reputation it once had.

But even so, since this old man was once qualified to serve as the elder of the Demon Cult, he can be considered a small boss.

A small boss like this must have some good stuff on him, right?

Putting the iron plate away, Song Xuan smiled and said, "As a rule in Jianghu, only the winner has the right to propose conditions!"

The red-robed old man grinned and said, "I've roamed the martial arts world all my life, killed countless people, and my hands are stained with countless blood!"

He pointed the spear in his hand at Song Xuan from a distance, "I know you are very powerful, but as an elder of the Demon Sect, I have been secluded for more than ten years to study martial arts, and I am not comparable to an ordinary master!

Today, I will let you know what it means to respect the elderly! "

Song Xuan didn't talk to him, but just glanced at this person and Feng Lun and others.

Anyone whose eyes swept across them would subconsciously step back, their whole body filled with horror, as if they were being stared at by a god awakening from his slumber.

This feeling was very strange. There was clearly no aura emanating from Song Xuan, but when his gaze swept over, everyone felt fear instinctively.

It was as if a huge gap had appeared in the essence of life between the two sides.

This feeling of fear that comes from the soul has never appeared before in a strong man like Ye Gucheng.

"Playing tricks! Die!"

The red-robed old man's expression became more and more ferocious. He stomped his feet on the ground, and his body shot up into the sky like a flaming meteor, rushing straight towards Song Xuan.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, fearing that if he delayed any further, the fighting spirit that had finally risen in his heart would be completely suppressed by the terrible fear.

call out!

The spear in his hand, made of black iron that had been tempered a thousand times and reflected a dark red light, emitted a scorching flame, but also exuded a cold and icy murderous intent. When he thrust the spear out, ripples appeared in the void!

"Die!"

The red-robed old man let out a long roar, and in extreme excitement, the flames at the tip of the gun surged again, and the raging fire waves completely covered the space where Song Xuan was.

At this moment, a finger stretched out from the sky full of flames, and the raging flames that the old man had induced with the power of heaven and earth retreated as if they had encountered a natural enemy, and could not harm him at all.

As the old man looked incredulous, his slender white fingers shattered the spear tip and pointed at the tip of the gun.

The red-robed old man's body shook violently, and his palm loosened suddenly and uncontrollably, causing the spear to fly out of his hand, leaving a trail of red flame in the air and sinking into the cliff deep in the villa!

The old man was struck by lightning, but Song Xuan's attack was too fast. Before he could react, the finger that seemed slow but was actually extremely fast had landed on his forehead at some point.

call out!

The sound of his eyebrows being pierced was heard, and the old man felt his consciousness becoming hazy.

Song Xuan passed by him, and a long voice came into his ears.

"You are quite powerful, but unfortunately, your strength is completely restrained by me. Otherwise, it would take a lot more effort to kill you!"

You're playing with fire in front of my heavenly-level Pure Yang Wuji Tongzi Gong. I can only say that you deserve it!

The fight between the two lasted only a moment, and then there was a loud bang, and the body of the red-robed old man smashed to the ground like a cannonball, creating a huge crater in the ground.

Song Xuan raised his hand and blew gently on his fingers, then nodded with satisfaction.

The force was just right. The person died but the body was intact, which would not prevent Song Erni from touching the body later.

Chapter 242 There are so many sixth-class people in this world!

This old man in red robe is actually very powerful.

Although he is not as good as the top master like Lao Ye, the magic technique he practices is extremely violent and is much stronger than the average double-flower master.

Song Xuan's soul is still in the gestation stage. Without using the power of his soul, it would take some effort to kill such a strong man.

But unfortunately, this person's luck was really bad. The fundamental internal skills he practiced should also be a Pure Yang method, and then, it was completely suppressed by his own Pure Yang Wuji Boy's Skill.

Song Xuan was completely immune to the opponent's violent fire power. He died under one finger before he could even exert half of his strength.

Such a quick and efficient kill not only stunned Feng Lun and others, but even Ye Gucheng was slightly stunned.

The next moment, the old man in black who had come out of seclusion with the red-robed old man, with an extremely gloomy expression, shouted angrily: "I will fight you to the death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around him began to surge.

Feng Lun and Senior Sun exchanged a glance, and also frantically urged their own martial arts. The three powerful auras relied on each other, and the power of heaven and earth rolled out like waves.

"Surrender means death, and fighting also means death. Since this is the case, I, Feng, would rather die here in battle!"

"That's right!"

Senior Sun had a determined look on his face, and suddenly opened his mouth and sucked in the air.

The next moment, Senior Sun's chest and abdomen swelled up visibly, like a dragon sucking in water, and even the roar of waves crashing against the shore echoed in the void.

Ye Gucheng held the sword in one hand and looked at this person with great interest, but saw that Senior Sun spread his arms and slapped the void, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a huge roc.

"Look at my unique skills, the great roc will soar into the sky one day!"

Senior Sun soared up like a roc, his aura growing stronger as his figure continued to rise, and his elegant and otherworldly breath swept across the world.

"it is good!"

The black-robed old man showed a look of surprise, "I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Sun's martial arts skills are so amazing. If the three of us join forces, we might be able to fight him!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his face froze. Senior Sun, who was flying high in the sky, was like a roc spreading its wings and soaring in the sky. In a few breaths, he turned into a black shadow and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Fuck!"

Song Xuan cursed subconsciously.

There are so many geniuses in this world, and there are even more of them like Lao Liu. It is true that we cannot underestimate the people in the world.

Feng Lun and the old man in black robe looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion.

A traitor among us?

We agreed to die together standing, but you lived flying?

"Still fighting?"

After what Senior Song did, the black-robed old man, who had originally wanted to avenge his companion, suddenly calmed down.

Why can you run away, but I have to stand here and die?

Damn, I’m running too!

Almost at the moment he finished speaking, Feng Lun and the old man in black robe rose from the ground almost at the same time and fled in two directions respectively.