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When everyone had gone into hiding, Liu Yuan and Liu Jing glanced at each other, their eyes showing that they had succeeded in their treachery.
He Yuan, Wang Tian will eventually die, so after they die, who will be the bait?
These disciples would be their pawns, and once they died, no matter how many Corpse Monster's cores they had, they would always be their pawns.
The two of them hid.
Not long after, two Corpse Monsters caught a whiff of the smell of fresh blood and rushed over.
The two Corpse Monsters were at the lowest level, which was equivalent to the strength of a human at the Qi warrior stage.
The Corpse Monster's image was hard to please.
His appearance was similar to a normal person's, but his intestines were all over the floor and his facial features were all twisted.
The two Corpse Monsters slowly approached Wang Tian and He Yuan.
"Awoo, awoo."
The low level Corpse Monsters could not speak and did not have any consciousness. However, when they encountered something that made them excited, they would still scream.
Seeing the two Corpse Monsters closing in, He Yuan and Wang Tian were filled with fear, but their legs were both cut off, and they sat on the ground in pain, unable to move at all.
"Aooo."
The sharp claws of a Corpse Monster struck down at He Yuan's skull. He Yuan subconsciously reached out to block, but the next moment, he let out a heart-wrenching scream.
This was because her hand was torn apart by the Corpse Monster. Then, the Corpse Monster carried that bloody arm and started to eat. It was truly a terrifying and vile creature.
Swoosh.
Right at this moment, a ray of sword light flashed across the field, and the Corpse Monster's head, which was immersed in the taste of meat, immediately exploded. A blood-red bead floated in the air, and was held in the hands of the sword faction's inner disciple.
After this disciple made his move, everyone else also followed suit. Another Corpse Monster that hadn't even reacted yet was instantly pierced by the Sword Qi, there were at least a hundred sword holes on its body.
The inner core was taken away by Liu Yuan.
"Liu Yuan, you bastard. Senior brother Chen Yao will never let you off."
Seeing He Yuan on the verge of death, Wang Tian shouted angrily at Liu Yuan.
Chen Yao was originally a top disciple among the inner disciples and was their idol. Although Chen Yao's Dantian had been crippled by Liu Wuya, resulting in him becoming a sword faction's service disciple, his current strength was even more formidable than before. Not to mention that Chen Yao was now the Peak Master of the Sword Sect's service peak.
However, Liu Yuan laughed in disdain, "Do you think dead people can talk? I won't let you live to see Chen Yao, news of your deaths will be recorded as being killed by the Corpse Monsters when it is delivered to the higher-ups, and we are the ones who killed the Corpse Monsters, the ones who avenged you, are the great benefactors of your two service disciples, understand? "
He laughed wildly.
"And Chen Yao is going to the north of the city, where is the Corpse King? He is just going to die, will he be able to come back alive?" Even if we are to return alive, do you think it would be difficult for us, the disciples of the Spiritual Martial Force, to kill Chen Yao together? "
Hearing Liu Yuan's vicious plan to collude with him, the disciples were all somewhat shocked.
"Senior brother Liu Yuan, Chen Yao is now a great celebrity in the eyes of the Sect Leader. Could it be that we are really going to kill him?" After all, we're all from the same sect, so it's not good to do this. "
Everyone felt a little guilty?
Liu Jing's face was gloomy as she said, "Do you want to retreat now?" It's already too late. Everyone should have a share in using these two service disciples as bait. Who do you think Chen Yao will give up on? Or could it be that if this matter was exposed through the inheritance, the sword faction would let us go? "Don't be naive, the strong preys on the weak. This has been the unchanging truth of the cultivation world for tens of thousands of years. Otherwise, if Chen Yao died, we would all die."
"If you want to live or die, then choose."
After Liu Jing finished speaking, her figure flashed as she hid herself, waiting for her prey to come knocking.
The rest of the disciples looked at each other in dismay. They knew that Liu Yuan and Liu Jing had taken advantage of them, but they could only blame their greed.
Everyone began to hide.
"Liu Yuan, senior brother Chen Yao will never let you off."
Wang Tian looked at Liu Yuan with a ferocious expression.
Swoosh.
Liu Yuan drew his sword and cut off Wang Tian's left hand.
At this moment, the wounds on his body had already scabbed over, and there was no longer any fresh blood to attract the Corpse Monsters' attention. After cutting off his left hand, large amounts of blood immediately spurted out.
But this time, Wang Tian did not scream. Instead, he tightly clenched his teeth and did not make a sound.
"Tsk, kid, you're quite stubborn."
Liu Yuan stepped on Wang Tian's head.
"Beg me, beg me, beg me."
Liu Yuan was a little psychopathic.
But Wang Tian clenched his teeth, not saying a word.
Swoosh.
Liu Yuan waved his sword again and cut off Wang Tian's right hand.
Wang Tian grimaced but did not say a word.
"I told you to beg me to let you go."
Liu Kuang went insane as he cut off Wang Tian's ear.
The Sword Faction inner disciples hiding everywhere were already somewhat sympathetic and admiring towards Wang Tian.
"..."
Corpse Monsters liked to eat human flesh and drink human blood.
Therefore, Jiang Sheng brought Chen Yao along the main road, passing through the Rich District.
When a disaster was about to befall, the nobles and officials would be the first to be evacuated by the Broken Sword City's garrison. Therefore, the Rich District was basically a no-man's land, and the number of Blood Corpses here was definitely the fewest.
The name of the Broken Sword City originated from a broken sword on the sacrificial altar in the center of the city.
It was rumored that the owner of this broken sword was an expert beyond the Saint Realm. He was known as the Nameless Sword Master, and had a close friendship with the sword faction's founder.
After the Demon Sealer's battle, many geniuses of the Divine State lost their lives. Outside of the Divine Continent's Central Plains, there were countless barbarian barbarians. The small island in the East Sea had the name of a thief called Fu Sang.
Fu Sang took the opportunity to infiltrate the Divine Lands. A nameless sword master had killed a Saint realm expert from the Fu Sang Nation and had also placed the broken sword here, guarding against cultivators from the Divine State and the barbarians.
"Don't move."
Suddenly, the Chaos sword seed in Chen Yao's Dantian throbbed as he made a high level warning.
Chen Yao hastily pulled Jiang Sheng, who was rushing forward, and cautiously stuck his head out.
In the direction of the broken sword altar, four black-robed men were chanting an unknown incantation, holding skeletons in their hands.
"..."
Chen Yao looked at the four strange people in black cloaks on the stage and narrowed his eyes. Although their bodies were covered by black cloaks, Chen Yao was still able to tell that what they were wearing was not cloth shoes or boots worn by the people of the Central Earth Divine Region.
They were wearing clogs.
Chen Yao had grown up in the Imperial Palace of the Imperial City and had received upbringing from the Imperial Family. When he saw the clogs these people passed down to him, he immediately recalled the identities of these people.
"Fusang alien race?"
Moreover, the four of them were all at the peak of the Emperor Stage. Their bodies were filled with an aura of death, and beneath them, there was a huge pit. As they chanted their incantations, endless blood flowed into the large pit in all directions.
As for the broken sword on the altar, it was continuously being nibbled away at. The seal on the altar was also constantly loosening. The ground was slightly trembling, as if something was about to burst out.
