Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

"Young Master Song, you said you surrounded us, are you serious?"

"I can surround a group of you by myself, why not?"

Song Xuan's expression was calm as he stepped forward calmly. Looking at the formation gradually forming in the military camp, he nodded with satisfaction.

"It looks like your formation is almost done, and everyone is here. So, let's get started now!"

"Start with what?"

One of the martial artists frowned and said, "Young man, you'd better go. I know you're powerful, but going into the enemy camp alone is beyond your capabilities!"

Xiantian masters are very powerful, but not so powerful that they can lead an army alone.

You can kill a hundred or a thousand people, but your true energy will eventually run out, right?

I can kill you even if I pile up human lives!

These people did not want to fight Song Xuan head-on, because even if this person's true energy was exhausted and he died in the army formation, they would not be able to survive.

"If you become a traitor, you must be prepared to die. Obviously, you haven't!"

Song Xuan sneered, and then with a clang, the Chunyang Wuji Sword was unsheathed. A terrifying red rainbow light appeared between heaven and earth, accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar that resounded through heaven and earth.

scoff!

The five people standing at the front of the military camp didn't even have the slightest reaction. Their bodies were vaporized directly when the red sword energy swept through them.

The sword energy swept across like the end of the world, crushing everything in its path like the power to destroy the world.

The red sword light that was dozens of feet long was as indestructible as a laser. Wherever it passed, no matter if it was a house, a tree, or a soldier's horse in the army formation, anyone who was touched would be cut in half. It was a horrible sight!

Song Xuan held the sword in one hand, quietly sensing the strength of the sword energy.

This was the first time he drew his sword after condensing the innate flower of qi, and he was quite satisfied with the result!

Chapter 190 The murderer, Song Xuan!

Blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and broken corpses could be seen everywhere in the military camp. The bloody smell spread in the air like a blood mist.

After a brief silence, shocking and miserable screams broke out in the Qing army camp.

"Run!"

"Help! Help!"

The originally neatly arranged military formation collapsed after Song Xuan killed hundreds of people with one sword. Qing soldiers could be seen everywhere, dropping their weapons and running around.

Human willpower is limited. Once the threshold of fear is exceeded, the spirit will collapse, and only the instinct to survive will remain.

Before the battle even started, one-tenth of the troops were killed by a single sword attack, and even several generals were killed. What's the point of fighting this battle?

At this moment, the Qing army only regretted that their parents had not given them two more legs. They were afraid that if they ran slower than others, they would die under the second sword energy of that terrible man.

Song Xuan raised the corners of his mouth and laughed.

The fighting spirit of these Qing troops was not as high as he had imagined. He thought that it would take another blow of sword to break the formation.

But now that the armies are dispersed, the time for harvest has arrived.

If thousands of people maintain a complete military formation and use various weapons such as firearms, bows, crossbows, shields, and carts to kill them, it will indeed be difficult and will consume a lot of true energy.

But now, the formation was broken, and to be honest, thousands of Qing soldiers were fleeing everywhere, which was easier to kill than thousands of pigs.

It takes more than a few people to hold down a New Year's pig, but it's almost effortless to kill a fleeing soldier!

The next moment, Song Xuan jumped up, and his Spiral Nine Shadows technique was pushed to the extreme, and he turned into nine figures in mid-air.

One becomes nine, and the nine long swords are as fast as thunder and lightning. Wherever they pass, heads fly up, and the speed is so fast that the human eye cannot catch it.

For Song Xuan, taking thousands of heads would be nothing more than a thousand sword strikes if the Qing army did not resist, and it would not even consume much of his true energy.

An hour later, Song Xuan stood in front of the military camp, looking at the densely packed and incomplete corpses with a cold expression.

When he was about to turn around and leave, Song Xuan stopped, swung his sword, and carved something in the air. The sword seemed to be writing something like a dragon.

Soon, several eye-catching large characters appeared on the stone pillar outside the military camp.

"The murderer is Song Xuan!"

After doing all this, he sheathed his sword, glanced at a small hill in the distance, and then turned away indifferently.

After he walked away for a long time, two men walked out from behind the hill.

One of them was tall with a full beard, and the other was a young man who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was a little thin, with a look of horror on his face, and he looked around from time to time.

The bearded man walked in front, looking at the sea of ​​blood and corpses in the military camp, and gasped, "One man slaughtered an entire military camp, killing people is easier than killing chickens. Even I, the leader of the Tiandihui, am far inferior to him!"

The young man said in panic, "Brother Mao, is that really a human? How could a human be so powerful?"

He felt like his worldview had collapsed. He knew that there were some powerful masters in this world who killed people like butchering dogs, and he had also seen Brother Mao next to him kill dozens of Qing soldiers alone.

In his opinion, Brother Mao was already one of the top masters in the world. He never expected that the scene he saw today was really unbelievable to him.

A military camp of thousands of people was massacred by one person. Except for a few who were lucky enough to escape on horseback in advance, basically all of them died at the hands of one person.

Is that human being?

Even if the King of Hell came to the human world to reap profits, it probably wouldn’t be so smooth, right?

Brother Mao took a deep breath and said, "Xiaobao, you are not from the martial arts world, so you don't know that there are masters in this world called martial arts masters!

A martial arts master, with the power of heaven and earth, can overwhelm others with a single wave of his hands. Legend has it that he can even break into an army alone, destroying an entire army without the restraint of a peer master!

The young man said with envy and admiration, "Brother Mao, could it be that the person we just saw is a legendary martial arts master?"

"Probably not!"

Mao Shiba frowned and pondered, "Since the great changes in the world last year, all the martial arts masters have left. There are no masters left in Qingzhou now."

The young man was puzzled, "If that hero is not a master, why is he so powerful?"

"I don't know!" Mao Shiba shook his head. "After all, in the eyes of true masters, I'm no different from ordinary people. I can't really tell how strong the martial arts of top masters can be."

The young man uttered an "oh" and stared at the stone pillar in front of the military camp in the distance. The words on it carried an inexplicable murderous intent, and his eyes began to ache after looking at it for a few more times.

The young man rubbed his eyes and said, "The murderer is Song Xuan, Brother Mao, do you know Song Xuan?"

Mao Shiba shook his head. "Never heard of it. But after today, this name will probably spread throughout the world!"

As he spoke, he took Xiaobao's hand and said, "Let's go. That person glanced at us before leaving. He must have noticed us."

Xiao Bao smiled nonchalantly and said, "What are you afraid of? That hero Song is probably out to kill Tartars. We didn't provoke him, so what is there to be afraid of?"

Mao Shiba smiled and said, "That's right, you see it clearly. We in the Tiandihui specialize in killing Qing dogs. We are friends with him, not enemies. There is really no need to be afraid."

I was really shocked by his martial arts just now, and my thoughts were confused.

Let's go, there's a killer god in the martial arts world, we must bring the news back as soon as possible!"

......

Boom! !

Bursts of spring thunder rang out. Song Xuan was riding a warhorse captured from the Qing army camp on the official road and looked up at the dark clouds.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or what, but every time he killed people, it usually rained.

It was only early spring now, and when the rain mixed with the cold wind, even Song Xuan felt a little chill.

Now the whole world was covered by a layer of rain. He didn't mind traveling in the rain, but the warhorse under him could not bear it.

After a moment of hesitation, he looked around and then rode his horse towards a small hill not far away.

There is a Taoist temple halfway up the mountain. It is not big and looks like it has been in disrepair for a long time and has no worshippers. Although it is dilapidated, it is at least a place to shelter from the rain.

After tying his warhorse under the eaves to shelter from the rain, Song Xuan pushed the door open and walked in. Looking at the messy ground, he waved his sleeves and a strong wind blew away the dust on the ground.

Standing in front of the Three Pure Ones statues and taking a look, Song Xuan bowed and said, "Junior Song Xuan, I would like to stay here for one night. I hope the three Heavenly Lords will forgive me for disturbing you."

He originally did not believe in God, but since he traveled through time, he has been in awe of immortals and gods. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why he was able to travel through time.

You may not believe in the Three Pure Ones, the supreme Taoist gods, but you cannot blaspheme them!

Song Xuan found a worn-out cushion in the Taoist temple, sat cross-legged on it, and began his daily practice.

Having just killed thousands of people, he was extremely excited, and the murderous intent in his body had not completely dissipated even now. This was a good time to temper his spiritual will.

Chapter 191 Ah! There’s a ghost!

The pure Yang Qi circulated in his body for a full cycle, and Song Xuan opened his eyes. This time, the speed of his spiritual concentration was much faster than before.

It is obvious that killing people to refine the soul is really effective.

In the past, we killed fewer people and the effect was not obvious. Today, we killed thousands of people at one time and the effect is gradually becoming apparent.

If we really kill millions of people in Qingzhou, it might be possible to condense the Flower of God in one fell swoop!

Taking a deep breath, Song Xuan closed his eyes and practiced again.

Although the Great Zhou was in decline, the states were generally quite well behaved, and there was no opportunity to kill people at will.

Now that Qingzhou has rebelled and established itself as a country, it has given him a rare opportunity to kill people. If he cannot condense the Flower of God during this trip to Qingzhou, it would be a waste of opportunity.

When the sky turned dark, the rain outside showed no sign of stopping, but instead got heavier.

Just at this moment, a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps was heard outside the Taoist temple. Soon, more than a dozen people, all wet, pushed the door open and walked in.

"This damn rain has been falling all day, and it looks like it's going to keep falling all night long!"

"Stop complaining! There's still a Taoist temple where we can take shelter from the rain!"

"That's right. It's quite good to find such a Taoist temple in this desolate mountain."

There were both men and women in the group. They kept talking about this after they hurried in. Perhaps because it was getting dark, and Song Xuan's aura was as restrained as a sculpture when he was practicing, no one noticed Song Xuan sitting cross-legged on the cushion for a while.

"Hey, why is there a statue on the ground?"

A girl with a pretty face and fair skin, who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, walked a few steps into the Taoist temple. She saw Song Xuan's outline in the dark shadows and reached out to touch him in a daze.

However, before her palm could get close, Song Xuan, who had originally closed his eyes to practice, suddenly opened his eyes.

Suddenly, in the night, there seemed to be a flash of thunder, and the girl seemed to see a flash of red fire in the darkness.

The firelight flashed away, but even so, the girl finally saw the so-called statue sitting not far in front of her.

"Ah! There's a ghost!"

The girl screamed in shock, her face pale with fear, and quickly hid behind a young man in his twenties.

The young man was quite tall, with a slightly dark complexion. He was slightly startled when he heard his sister's exclamation.

But he was not too nervous. Instead, he waved to the followers beside him. Soon, two followers took out a tinder and lit an oil lamp.

As the flames grew, everyone finally saw Song Xuan sitting cross-legged on Futuan Mountain.

At this moment, the other party was quietly looking at them, a group of uninvited guests.

"It turns out it's not a ghost, it's a person!"

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and curiously stuck her head out to look at Song Xuan. She was especially surprised when she saw his long hair that was casually tied up.

"You didn't shave your head?"

Upon hearing this, the young man quickly covered the girl's mouth and bowed to Song Xuan with a kind face.

"I'm sorry for being rude, brother! We encountered a rainstorm on the way and are temporarily taking shelter here. I'm sorry to bother you!"

There weren't any powerful masters in this group, so Song Xuan nodded indifferently, "Do as you please!"

"Thank you!"

After expressing his gratitude, the young man led everyone to sit down on one side of the Taoist temple, and everyone took out their dry food and started eating.

"Brother, that man actually didn't shave his head!"

The girl sitting next to the young man drank water while looking at her brother and then at Song Xuan not far away.

"What are you looking at?" The young man felt a little uncomfortable with her gaze and asked in a low voice.

"Nothing, I just think that pigtail on your back is really ugly compared to other people's long hair!"

The young man glared at the girl and said, "Do you think I want to? I can't even leave the house without shaving my head. If someone finds me, I'll be hunted down endlessly!"

"Then how can he do it?" The girl pouted at Song Xuan.