Destiny is ashes

Chapter 301 The Corpse is Talking (33)

"What a bloody killjoy."

At this moment, this group of warriors showed no fear at all. They just sat carelessly on the seats in Youdeyuan, as if they were waiting for someone.

"How can this group of warriors be so arrogant?"

Boss Cheng only had a rough idea of ​​what was going on. He was completely unable to understand the actions of this group of people: "This is Kanming City! Aren't they afraid?!"

In this regard, Boss Cheng's nephew was helpless: "Grandpa, this is not Shenjing... Warriors outside of our Dachen are basically like this!"

"If Shu Shoubei was still here, they would definitely keep a low profile, but now..."

whoosh-

A stone flew over and hit the young man on the forehead, causing him to scream "Ah" and then fall on his back, fainting.

"A Zhong!" Boss Cheng was horrified upon seeing this. He saw that there was a stone embedded in his nephew's forehead, which had cracked it and blood was gushing out. Although the man was not dead yet, he had gone into shock and coma.

"Tsk, he's not dead."

In Youde Garden, the scarred-eyed warrior who led the gray-clothed warriors withdrew his finger. He was quite dissatisfied: "What kind of little jerk dares to talk about your Master Wu? This is what Di Chen doesn't know. One by one, mortals are not even afraid of warriors!"

"Haha, you rubbish from the Zuohuan Sect are so weak and weak, you only know how to play tricks. How can you be considered a warrior?"

On the other side, the warriors in blue laughed wildly: "You can't even kill a mortal with one strike, you're so fucking weak!"

The bald man led by the blue-clad warriors laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes: "Thousand Illusion Fingers? I think it should be called Thousand Insect Fingers. My thing can get erect faster than your fingers can, hahahahaha!"

Being ridiculed, ordinary people would get angry, let alone this group of Zuhuan Sect warriors who were obviously extremely vicious?
The scarred-eyed warrior glared and tilted his head, the blood vessels on his neck bulging: "Sons of bitches, you from the Huangyang Sect, you don't feel anything when people call you dogs behind your back, right? You really are a bunch of good dogs!"

"Ha, listen." The bald warrior didn't take this to heart at all. Instead, he turned his head and smiled at his companion: "The dog is talking."

The five sects of Chenli. The one in grey is from the Zuohuan Sect of Meiyu Mountain. The one in blue is from the Huangyang Sect of Hongfu Mountain.

Dachen takes the national system as the ancestor and uses the country to control the clan, so naturally the national prestige and national laws are supreme.

Outside of Dachen, there are sects that rule over all the countries and tribes under their command, with martial arts being the most respected.

The warriors of these two sects all have inner energy as strong as the tide or even at the level of inner strength, and they all have destiny. Each of them can fight ten people alone on the battlefield, and they can break the formation by gathering together, and they can easily tear apart lions and tigers when they encounter them. No matter what, their martial arts skills have reached a level that is far beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.

Under the rule of various sects, with their strength, they were not respected, but at least passers-by were respectful to them. They were used to being arrogant, so if they met someone gossiping behind their back, they would definitely punish them or even beat them to death.

This is the 'law' outside of Dachen!
"It seems that before I find that kid from the Mingjing Sect today, I have to kill you bastards from Hongfu Mountain first."

Being ridiculed to this point, the Scar-Eyed Warrior's face turned from full of anger to calm. With a wave of his hand, the Sitting Illusion Warriors all stood up, drew their swords and sabers from their waists, and stared at the Huangyang Sect's group who also changed their frivolous expressions and revealed fierce eyes: "The higher-ups said they want to join forces with you to find someone, but as expected, they just can't stand you upstarts like the Mingjing Sect!"

"How dare you say that! Since when did the Zuhuan Sect become comparable to our Huangyang Sect?"

Under the leadership of the bald warrior, the warriors in blue also drew their weapons.

The two sides confronted each other, and for a moment, the entire Youde Garden was filled with an extremely dangerous atmosphere.

The aura of swords and weapons was everywhere, and even the insects and ants in the corners fell over, stunned and killed by the surging internal energy of many warriors!
This was true for insects and ants, and humans were no exception. More than a dozen warriors formed a formation and wrestled with each other. People hiding in their homes on the surrounding streets ran out screaming. They felt their heartbeats quickening, and their bodies were urging them frantically to leave the dangerous area.

If they disagree with something, they will kill; if they disagree with something, they will resort to violence... They take pleasure in revenge and have clear thoughts.

This is the action mode of almost all warriors on the land of Huaixu!

The Zuohuan Sect and the Huangyang Sect have had a long-standing grudge against each other. Now that they meet in a narrow road, both sides have become ferocious. They are determined to fight to the death to decide who will live or die!
But just when the two sides were confronting each other and were about to fight.

boom!
A thunderous explosion sounded, and the tightly closed door of Youde Garden was kicked open by a huge force, the door flew out, and the gloomy and dangerous atmosphere was interrupted. A hot wind carrying sharp golden energy rushed into the hall. All the warriors of both the Zuohuan Sect and the Huangyang Sect raised their heads and looked towards the door.

A young, handsome boy with untied hair stood at the door with an expressionless face.

His long hair was tied behind his head, and at this moment, it moved without wind, along with his sleeves of clothes, fluttering under the surging internal energy. He held a pair of purple-gold long maces in his hands.

An Jing glanced around the courtyard and the hall. Corpses, death. The maid who had served him food and the warrior who had chatted with him were now dead and lying on the ground.

They were at a loss, and they had no idea why they died.

This is the power of a warrior, the power that Captain Wang once feared: "As long as the murderous intention is aroused, the whole street will be cleared out."

He was right. The boy narrowed his eyes, his murderous intent growing stronger.

Taking human life lightly and killing at will... So this is what it's like when warriors fight in a place without Dachen's laws.

Everything before his eyes was the common evil in the world of Huaixu martial arts.

But soon, something extraordinary is about to happen.

"What a little brat!"

Seeing someone interrupting the confrontation, a warrior from the Huangyang Sect casually pulled out a flying knife from his arms and threw it at An Jing without thinking.

The speed of the flying knife broke through the air, and the sound of thunder was heard. This method of throwing objects was the external martial arts of Huangyang Sect, "Crossing Thousand Waves", and it had been cultivated to a considerable degree. The person who threw the knife was obviously going to kill someone.

However, when the flying knife full of murderous intent came to the side of the young man, it was bounced off by the clothes soaked with Taibai's evil spirit, and the blade shattered. At this moment, even the leading warriors of the two sects turned their eyes away from each other and turned their heads to look at An Jing with astonishment in their eyes: "Neizhuang? At this age?"

Could it be that……

"Hey, who are you kid?"

With the answer in mind, the gray-clothed warrior from the Zuhuan Sect could not help but look happy: "Could it be that you are Jing Xuan..."

"That's him!" The blue-clad warrior from the Huangyang Sect pulled out a portrait from his arms and said happily, "He is Jing Xuan!"

For a moment, all the warriors jumped in formation and became excited: "Ha, it's easy to get it, the target has come to us!"

But An Jing didn't listen to what the other party was saying, nor did he care that both parties seemed to be coming for the identity of "Jing Xuan".

"Ha." He looked around at everyone and whispered, "The corpse is talking."

Before he finished speaking, a blinding golden light suddenly flashed.

An Jing stepped forward, and cracks appeared on the ground. He flew up and smashed the scarred-eyed warrior closest to him with his mace!
"What, this power?!" The scar-eyed warrior was no weakling either. Facing this sudden attack that was as powerful as raging fire, his right hand, which had already been holding the hilt of the knife, pulled it up like lightning without any thought, and turned around to block the knife!

But when the knife was halfway out, he knew he was wrong.

Because An Jing's speed was faster than he had imagined!

An Jing came flying at him like lightning. The speed of ordinary strong warriors was not even half of his! He was simply flying at several times the speed!
——It’s bitter!
The blood-patterned long sword had just been raised when the purple-gold long mace came crashing down. This blunt weapon with golden light unexpectedly had a layer of sharp murderous aura, which broke and smashed his finely forged blood-patterned steel sword like cutting paper.

With a clang, the long mace smashed the shoulder bone, broke the ribs and spine, and finally cut the scarred warrior from right to left...

Smash it into two pieces!

(End of this chapter)