Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

"My three Taoist friends, please stay. I want to die, so please give me some convenience!"

Looking at the three people in front of him, one woman and two men, Wang Qiye tightened the Wentian in his hand and couldn't help feeling dry mouth.

This is the desire for battle!!! Judging from the formation, this girl in red clothes and red skirt, with a red veil on her head and even red hair, looks like the master, and the two big men behind her look like bodyguards. If it is true, judging by her graceful figure, she must be a stunning beauty.

The fullness of her breasts almost seemed to burst through her clothes, and just one look at them made one's eyes hot.

"Who are you, little brat, to speak so arrogantly? Let me see how your Grandpa Zhang teaches you a lesson!"

A square-faced monk took off the sword from his back, but was held down by a rough hand.

"Xue Lao San, let me go. If I don't beat him to a pulp today, I will write this letter upside down!"

Zhang Meng angrily scolded the 40-year-old middle-aged man next to him who was carrying a heavy sword. No matter how he struggled, the big hand held him down tightly.

"The lady hasn't spoken yet, so be quiet."

The voice was restrained and steady, coupled with the middle-aged man's resolute and weathered face, and those eyes like sword light, it made people feel at ease.

The square-faced man finally calmed down, but his unfriendly eyes were fixed on Wang Qiye. His right hand was on the hilt of the knife, and his feet were slightly bent, waiting for the young lady to say something to ensure that his head would fall to the ground.

"My friend from Lingxi Valley, the three of us have no intention of becoming your enemy. Please make way and let us go."

The sound was like a trickle of water hitting the stone, and the sound of a song rang out. As soon as the girl opened her mouth, the square-faced man was like a deflated balloon, and the hand on his shoulder was withdrawn. He carried Kuang Tu on his back again, but his unruly eyes still refused to let Wang Qiye go.

These three people from Wanjian Mountain all have storage bags, they must be extraordinary people! At this time, Wang Qiye turned his eyes to the girl, and he was furious.

Every wrong has its perpetrator, and Wang Qiye came up with a plan. He looked at the girl with lustful eyes and kept gazing at her.

The square-faced man's heart was rekindled with hope. He said jokingly, but grabbed the knotted rope with his hands. But this time he was no longer reckless, just like seeing prey: "My lady hates this kind of obscene look the most in her life, you are dead!"

However, the woman in red did not give any instructions, but just walked calmly in front, and the middle-aged man with a heavy sword on his back followed closely behind.

Zhang Meng's grinning face froze, and his eyes showed surprise. Seeing that he was already three steps behind, he only had time to glare at Wang Qiye unwillingly and hurried to catch up.

The red-dressed woman got closer and closer, and Wang Qiye's eyes became more and more arrogant, and he even deliberately made a swallowing motion. "Can you tolerate this?"

The woman in red walked in front of Wang Qiye and brushed the hair beside her ears. The mountain breeze blew, and the long red hair with the fragrance fluttered on Wang Qiye's face, making him stare at the plump eyes and couldn't help but close them.

"Does it look good?"

After saying this, the woman walked past him without waiting for his answer.

Wang Qiye's face flushed red, as if all his plans were seen through by this woman. He had brute force but couldn't use it. This feeling of frustration was like a big rock pressing on his heart. He said something harsh in a deep voice and turned away.

"shameless!"

"Hehehe——"

There came a sound of a stream hitting rocks behind him. The sound was so harsh to Wang Qiye's ears that he just wanted to escape.

Only Zhang Meng turned around and spat fiercely at the embarrassed figure. Feeling unsatisfied, he stared at him fiercely for a few times before turning his head away.

"Miss, why don't you let me chop that guy off?"

"Uncle Zhang, there is no light in the eyes of that Lingxi Valley monk. If we fight with such a person who is determined to die, we will both die in the end. Let him harm others."

At this time, the woman no longer had a playful look on her face, and her usual expression was replaced by that.

Zhang Meng was still unconvinced. "Miss, I am fine. I am just speaking up for you. I wish I could dig out that kid's eyeballs, crush them, and kick them like a ball!"

"Haha, Uncle Zhang, even if I throw myself into his arms now, the way he looks at me is not as good as the way he looks at you."

Zhang Meng felt much more relieved after hearing this.

"How dare he? My lady is born a noble, how can he treat her perfunctorily? That's not right. Anyway, he deserves to die!"

"So, Uncle Zhang, you have to keep an eye on your young lady. We still have a long way to go."

"Of course, young lady, just wait and see. As long as I, Old Zhang, am still alive, this mad butcher will never fall!"

Wang Qiye, who was holding his breath, grabbed Wentian's hand, which was a little pale because of the force, and the whole person was like a volcano about to erupt. As if he had heard a call, he walked up a hill and looked up. At the end of his sight, there seemed to be the sound of fighting, and more than a dozen tadpole-sized monks swam back and forth.

The volcano finally found the eruption crater. Its eyes shone frighteningly brightly, its whole body was steaming, and its chest was filled with a breath that went straight into the sky. It then let out a long roar.

"Ow—"

A figure rushed down the hill, drew out Wentian, and put the tip of the knife into the storage bag.

The rushing wind blew through the flowing long hair, but it couldn't cool the man's hot heart.

He held the knife in both hands and held Wentian behind his waist. The shouting and killing sounds in the distance were already vivid, and monks wearing black, yellow, gray, and blue robes were fighting together. However, these people were so fascinated that they ignored the sudden intruder.

Wentian easily stabbed a man in the back and kicked him to the ground. Only then could he see his opponent clearly. The man in a red robe who was missing an arm just roared and rushed over again.

Wang Qiye didn't want to know why these people were fighting here, and he didn't want to understand why they were so bloodthirsty. Only this feeling of the knife cutting into the flesh became his pursuit in this life.

Yong Wentian blocked the disabled magic weapon aside, held Zhishui in his left hand, and stabbed the red-robed man's heart with a knife in front of his horrified gaze.

Wang Qiye grinned and turned the water stick twice before pulling it out. The gushing blood splashed everywhere, on his face, body, and eyes.

A pair of black eyeballs seemed to be dyed red by blood. Wang Qiye blinked, and it seemed that the sky had changed its color.

“Hehehehe——hahahaha——”

Looking at the fallen red-robed monk, Wang Qiye laughed crazily on the battlefield without restraint. This tight string has been suppressed for too long, and now it is so sick that even this color is particularly friendly.

"Little doll, what are you laughing at?"

A big man in a yellow robe and a black face kicked over the corpse in front of him, and the ghost-head sword pointed directly at Wang Qiye.

"I laugh at the sky being too high, and preferring to show mercy!"

"I am even more amused that the road to immortality is too narrow, and I ask you to come to see me with your head raised!!!"

Wang Qiye tilted his head and looked up and down at the big man in the yellow robe and black face with his red eyes. The bloodstained face looked like a mask. Liquid was flowing from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and mouth.

"Hahahaha - you little kid, your breath is worse than your foot. I wonder if it can be bigger than this axe of mine!"

The dark-faced man held the two-handed axe on his shoulders and stepped on the head of a fallen monk with one foot. He was not scared away by Wang Qiye's outfit.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Wang Qiye gently stroked the blade of the Wentian Knife with his left thumb. He felt that it was not shiny enough, so he blew on it gently. Then he looked at the big man in the yellow robe and black face again.

The two walked towards each other at the same time as if they had made an appointment. Their affectionate eyes looked like a pair of lovers who met again after a long separation.

But there was someone who didn't understand the situation and happened to bump into the two of them. The man in purple had just stood up when he was greeted by an axe and a long sword.

After dealing with the unlucky guy who ruined the atmosphere, the two men's faces became a little more red. The four of them smiled at each other, and their ferocious faces were exactly the same, as if they had been looked in the mirror.

"Baby, have you decided where to bury it?"

"Big black face, if you can do it, let's try not to force it, like a woman!"

"what--"

The dark-faced man grinned, swung the axe with both hands with great force, and pressed down on his head with the threat of danger from heaven and earth.

"The Axe of the Universe"

Wang Qiye seemed to be frightened and forgot to dodge. The axe chopped down from the top of Wang Qiye's head, along his head, all the way down, straight into the ground, chopping Wang Qiye into two.

One of them was holding Zhishui, the other was holding Wentian, and they stood in place and stabbed into the black-faced man's stomach, each stab piercing into the flesh.

"what--"

The big man's face lost its smug look and turned into an extremely painful one, with cold sweat running down his forehead and neck. He took a deep breath and punched the two Wang Qiye five or six meters away. However, because the sharp weapon in his abdomen was pulled out, he groaned again.

"Big Black Face, what a pity, you lost the bet!"

Wang Qiye rubbed his chest, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth again. This time, it was indeed his own. The dying blow of this black-faced man should not be underestimated, but that was all he had. With only two-tenths of his spiritual power left, what else could he do?

"Baby, if you had come half an hour earlier, Grandpa would have definitely reborn you. Come, give me a quick death."

The dark-faced man covered his chest with his hands, but blood flowed out from his back. In just this moment, his lips turned white due to excessive blood loss, cold sweat wet his back, and the gentle wind blew through the ends of his hair, but his entire hair was wet.

The clone walked forward with Shisui in his hand and slashed his neck with the knife. A black head flew backwards with the force.

“This is a worthy opponent and the best destination for every fighter.”

Wang Qiye did not stay on him for too long. After the clone overlapped with Wang Qiye, he looked around, looking for the next opponent. In this melee, the clone was no longer of much use, so there was no need to waste this one-tenth of spiritual power.

A pair of blood-thirsty eyes stared at him, and the undisguised murderous intent forced Wang Qiye to turn his head and meet those eyes.

This is another equally matched opponent! Wang Qiye licked his dry lips and tasted a salty taste, which made his dehydrated body even thirstier. Wentian pointed directly in front of him and changed to holding it with both hands.

"Ow—"

There was another loud cry from his mouth, like a duel horn, and he rushed towards it.

How could the man in gray robe be willing to fall behind? He jumped three feet over a pile of rocks in front of him, tapped his feet lightly, and shot towards Wang Qiye like an arrow.

"Soul of the Ritual"

"One Mind Flows"

Unexpectedly, the two sides fought for the first time and Qiang Bao was pressed. This was also the first time that Wang Qiye used "One Heart Flow". After using this stunt, Wang Qiye felt that his feet were lighter and the tip of the knife was sharper. The only meaning of the whole person was to run forward, in order to quickly run to the opponent and stab Wen Tian into it.

Wang Qiye knew that as long as he got to the opponent, he would be able to stab him. This was the belief that "One Heart Flow" brought him. He gave up all defenses just for that sure-shot blow. Wang Qiye knew that if he had the slightest intention of dodging now, he would miss the blow and waste his spiritual power. But Wang Qiye had no reason to dodge. Instead, he shouted in his heart, "Faster, faster."

The man in gray robe was also a ruthless person, with a ferocious look in his eyes and the tip of his face pointed at Wang Qiye's heart.

"Come, let's die together!"

Finally, the two weapons penetrated the chest and continued to move, relying on the force of inertia, until the two weapons lost their handles and the two bodies collided with each other. Only then did they stop.