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"F * ck off."

A thunderous roar exploded in the sky above the Cloud Prefecture City, and when the experts raised their heads, a bright sword light descended from the skies. Its speed was so fast that it shocked the world.

In the blink of an eye, the sword ray landed in the Cloud Prefecture City from thousands of kilometers high in the sky.

That was the direction of the Pleasure Tower's magic.

'Kacha! 'a loud sound was heard. It was the sound of swords colliding.

Not only was Bloodsword Kuang's sword unable to pierce through Gu Xiaolan's throat, but a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He was pushed back several hundred meters and stood at the end of the street.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the silhouette standing in front of him, Wang Eleven who was grabbing onto Gu Xiaolan's hands, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Yes, the cultivation of the person in front of him was very obvious. He was at the 7th level of the King Martial Realm, but the speed he displayed just now could be said to be godly. It was even faster than an expert at the peak of the Emperor Martial Realm.

They were the top ten experts of the Blood Ranking, those who were at the 4th level of the Spirit realm!

Faintly, a hint of fear appeared in his heart.

The white robed, white haired man in the field turned his head and coldly looked at Wang Eleven.

Or perhaps, he could be said to have glanced at the two hands tightly holding Gu Xiaolan's jade-like hand.

"You think you're qualified to touch her?"

The white-robed, white-haired man stared at Wang Eleven with a murderous look in his eyes.

Wang Eleven seemed to have realized something and wanted to leave, but he was already out of reach.

"Ah!"

A blood-curdling screech resounded through the streets in front of Pleasant Tavern as both of his arms were thrown into the air with blood oozing out of them. Then, he landed on the ground.

Wang Eleven's arms were cut off at the elbow.

Just as Wang Eleven screamed, the white-clothed, white-haired man kicked him hard in the stomach. Wang Eleven flew out and smashed into the surrounding restaurant's wall, causing the entire wall to collapse.

Before Wang Eleven could regain his breath, a foot stepped on his chest once again, ruthlessly trampling him under.

A cold sword pierced into his throat. As long as the white-robed, white-haired man waved his sword, he would immediately become a dead man.

A man at the seventh level of the King's realm completely crushed a cultivator who was at the second level of the Emperor Martial Realm. Moreover, he was the number eleven evildoer on the Everlasting Demon Sect's Blood Ranking.

Who exactly was this man?

Everyone present was shocked beyond words. Transboundary battle?

At this moment, there was no trace of anger in Wang Eleven's eyes as he was being stepped on by the white-clothed, white-haired man. His heart was completely occupied by fear.

The people who were already numb to killing were now intimidated by the aura of slaughter.

He looked at the white-robed, white-haired man, his eyes full of pleading.

"Sir, I've never offended you before. Please spare me."

As long as they survived, what was dignity?

"Let you go?"

The white-clothed, white-haired man's eyes flashed with a trace of coldness. The sword in his hand exerted a bit of strength, cutting Wang Eleven's neck, causing blood to gush out.

"Sir, can you give me, the Blood Sword Lord, or perhaps give my Limitless Demon Sect some face?"

The Blood Ranking expert, Bloodsword Savage Lord, looked at Chen Yao from a thousand feet away. His tone was ice-cold and filled with a strong sense of threat. He said his name and that he was quite famous in the cultivation world.

Who dared to not give face to the Everlasting Demon Sect?

Even a Sacred Martial Realm expert had to give the Everlasting Demon Sect some face.

"Limitless Demon Sect? Is it that great? "

The white-robed, white-haired man looked at Wang XI, who was beneath his feet.

"Anyone who wants to bully Gu Xiaolan is a dead man in my eyes."

A sword light flashed, and Wang Eleven's head was separated from his body, separated from his body, this was the most favorite way for disciples of the Everlasting Demon Sect to kill someone, and now Wang Eleven was killed in this way.

The cycle of the Dao of the Heavens was a form of retribution.

"Sir, do you really wish to become enemies with my Limitless Demon Sect?"

However, he endured it and did not move. Although his opponent was only at the 7th level of the King's realm, to be able to easily kill Wang Eleven was still a bit tricky for him.

The white-robed, white-haired man chuckled as he looked at the Bloodridge Ruler.

"Anyway, it's not the first time you've killed a member of the Everlasting Demon Sect. What can you do to me?"

Chen Yao stared coldly at the Bloodsword Savage Lord.

"I just like to see you looking down on me and not being able to do anything to me. If you have the guts, then kill me."

The white-robed, white-haired man's tone became more and more sharp, and the provocation in his tone was extremely strong.

Even though Wild Lord Bloodsword's expression had turned ferocious, he was still hesitating whether he should make a move or not.

He had always been very arrogant, but today, he actually met someone even more arrogant than himself.

Normally, if someone dared to provoke him, he would have killed them long ago. However, the white-robed, white-haired man in front of him gave him an extremely threatening feeling.

He was a little afraid and did not dare to make a move.

Chen Yao shook his head as he looked at the defeated appearance of the Bloodsword Wild Lord.

"You think you're qualified to use a sword in this state?"

"Thank you, Young Master Chen."

Suddenly, a graceful female voice came from behind the white-clothed, white-haired man. It was Gu Xiaolan's voice.

The white-clothed, white-haired man was slightly dazed at Gu Loulan's address. Then, he sneered and muttered to himself.

"Was it recognized?"

Then he turned his head to look at Gu Xiaolan.

"Young Tower Lord, how did you recognize him?"

Chen Yao did not dare to look directly into Gu Xiaolan's eyes. Thus, he lowered his head slightly. However, this was a bit of a joke. His gaze happened to be fixed on the Jade Rabbit in front of Gu Xiaolan's chest.

Although Chen Yao did not do it on purpose, it was different in Gu Xiaolan's eyes.

Although her face was covered by a layer of veil, her originally pale face had reddened quite a bit.

"Cough, cough."

Gu Xiaolan coughed dryly twice. Chen Yao came back to his senses and felt embarrassed. The scene of a hero saving the beauty had become somewhat ambiguous.

Gu Xiaolan looked at Chen Yao and said.

"In the entire cultivation world, who other than the Sword Demon, Chen Yao, is white-haired youth? Who has such attainments in the way of the sword, who can be so wild, who can kill people as easily as a butcher dog? "

Chen Yao shook his head with a wry smile.

He had always wanted to keep a low profile, but he had always wanted to remain calm. He had become famous. The white-haired Sword Demon, Chen Yao, had already become a legend in the world of cultivation.

"You're Chen Yao?"

From the end of the street, they could hear the flabbergasted voice of the Bloodsword Savage Lord.

The news of Chen Yao betraying the sword faction and bringing a hundred thousand Sword Faction disciples to the South Sea had already spread throughout the entire cultivation world. The Blood Sword Ferocious Lord was somewhat startled. Why did Chen Yao, who should have been heading for the South Sea, appear here?

Furthermore, what kind of relationship did Chen Yao have with Gu Xiaolan?

However, at this moment, Bloodsword Kuang had confirmed that the white-clothed, white-haired man was Chen Yao. As Gu Xiaolan had said, the youth had white hair, a valiant sword path, and he had crossed borders to fight.

The legend of Chen Yao being stained with the blood of three Sacred Martial Realm experts spread throughout the entire cultivation world. In the eyes of many who did not understand the situation, Chen Yao was a homicidal maniac.

The disciples of the Everlasting Demon Sect, especially the powerhouses on the Blood Proclamation, were all ruthless in their methods. However, apart from the tower at the head of the Blood Proclamation, there was no one else who could defeat Chen Yao.

Bloodsword Wild Lord never thought that he would meet Chen Yao here.

He was complaining incessantly in his heart.

Deal with Chen Yao? He didn't have much confidence.

"Chen Yao, you are ruthless. We, the Limitless Demon Sect, will remember this matter. Let's go."

"Let's go!" Emperor Bloodsword led his subordinates and prepared to leave.

Yes, he was afraid of Chen Yao.

"Want to leave?" Have you asked me about the sword in my hand? "

Before he could even move, a cold voice filled with killing intent sounded out from behind him.

Yes, the one who spoke was Chen Yao. At this moment, he was staring coldly at the Wild Lord Bloodsword. His gaze was akin to looking at a dead man.

"Chen Yao, you are no longer a disciple of the sword faction. The hatred between my Limitless Demon Sect and the sword faction has nothing to do with you. Why do you have to be so overbearing?"

The usually arrogant and domineering Blood Sword Monarch had already given way to Chen Yao today.

That was because he was afraid of Chen Yao.

The white-haired Sword Demon.

Merely by saying those words and by addressing them, it was enough to make many experts in the Royal Martial Realm escape in fame.

Chen Yao sneered coldly.

"I didn't say it before. Today, I'm going to kill the people from your Limitless Demon Sect for the sword faction. Anyone here, other than you, can leave."

Chen Yao shot a glance at Gu Xiaolan. There were several sword wounds on her body.

"Because you hurt her."

Chen Yao narrowed his eyes as he looked at Bloodsword Savage Lord.

Bloodsword Tyrant began to laugh loudly.

"I get it, you are the lover of that little bitch Gu Xiaolan? "Hmph, so Gu Xiaolan has always been a noble and noble person. She has always had men."

"Whap."

Suddenly, a clear slap resounded in the field.

That's right. Chen Yao ruthlessly slapped the Bloodsword Savage Lord's face. Immediately, half of his face swelled up.

However, Chen Yao's figure was not in front of Venerable Lord Bloodsword. Instead, it was in front of Gu Xiaolan.

Instantly, the place became so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard. Everyone held their breath.

What a fast speed.

That's right. In a split-second, Chen Yao had slapped the Bloodsword Tyrant. After that, he returned to his original spot. One must know that the distance between the two of them was more than a hundred zhang.

How could Chen Yao's speed be so fast?

Was he even human?

Only Chen Yao was aware that he was already dissatisfied with his own speed. Now that he had obtained even more Swordwings, a low-grade Saint-rank speed-type magical equipment was no joke.

Right now, in his battle with the Sacred Martial Realm, he couldn't win with just his own strength. However, if he wanted to win, there weren't many people who could stop him.

Chen Yao also did not expect the wingspan to be this terrifying, or the demon sword's armed forces to be this terrifying.

With only the sword wings, sword armor, and the Nurturing sword sheath gathered together, how terrifying would a complete demon sword be?

Chen Yao couldn't wait any longer.

"..."

"Chen Yao, I'll kill you!"

The Bloodridge Ruler was finally unable to endure it any longer.

He was slapped in the face by Chen Yao. Plus, he was so unprepared that he lost all face. Today, even if he managed to return to the Everlasting Demon Sect alive, he would still be punished worse than death.

He had to go all out. If he could kill Chen Yao, his status in the sect would rise without end. Moreover, if he could kill Chen Yao, his reputation would become very well-known in the cultivation world.

"Bloodsword Kill."

Bloodsword Berserk Lord brandished the blood sword in his hand as he charged at Chen Yao. At this moment, the entire street in front of the Joy Building was filled with the scent of blood, and a dark red color enveloped the entire Joy Building.

A powerful blood-colored sword qi was sent flying towards Chen Yao.

"I already said that you are not worthy of using a sword."

Looking at the crimson colored sword beam, Chen Yao did not show the slightest trace of fear. Instead, his fighting spirit was overflowing.

After obtaining the Swordwings, the level of the Nurturing sword sheath had also increased, reaching the low-grade saint rank.

Chen Yao really wanted to give it a try. If he were to unleash the Sword Drawing Arts with this kind of Nurturing sword sheath, how powerful would he be?

"Pull it out."

"..."

Five hundred lines.

At the moment when the sword was drawn, Chen Yao was somewhat dumbfounded. Five hundred sets of Sword Drawing Arts had been superimposed on each other. Furthermore, when Chen Yao was drawing the sword, the sword sheath had repeated the Sword Drawing Arts five hundred times.

Chen Yao also felt somewhat terrified.

This sword nearly drained all the spiritual energy in Chen Yao's body.

With Chen Yao's current cultivation of the seventh level of the King's realm, he could only perform the five hundred Sword Drawing Arts once a day at most.

BOOM!

When Chen Yao drew his sword, the entire Cloud Continent could hear the sound of collision.

Countless streams of sword Qis surged out from the Nurturing sword sheath, enveloping half of the entire Cloud Prefecture City.

"Dong, dong, dong."

The frenzied sword Qis splashed everywhere. For a moment, the entire street in front of the Pleasant Tower had been destroyed by the sword Qis that were crazily dancing about.

The true form of the Heaven's Slaying Sword was even more powerful.

"Die for me."

The entire Heaven Severing Sword shone with a silvery glow. Chen Yao wielded his sword, and with a flutter of his sword wings, he thrusted it towards the berserk Monarch.

"Swish." With a sound, the blood-red sword Qi was destroyed by the Heaven Severing Sword.

"No."

In the eyes of the Blood Sword's Wild Lord, the Heaven Severing Sword had grown larger and larger. He let out a miserable shriek. These were the last words he said in his life.

In the next moment, his entire body exploded.

Not a trace of his body was left.

He was directly chopped into pieces.

If the five hundred Sword Drawing Arts were combined together, even a peak level martial artist might not be able to withstand it.

After a few breaths of time, this part of the world finally quieted down and became clear.

The scene in front of them caused everyone to sigh.

All the buildings within a thousand feet of Pleasant House were reduced to ruins, with the exception of Pleasant House.

There was no more bones left of the Bloodsword Tyrant.

Chen Yao's Heaven Severing Sword was still dripping with blood.

"4th level of the Royal Martial Realm?" Just one sword attack? "

Then he raised his head and looked coldly at those who were still alive. Nearly a hundred disciples of the Everlasting Demon Sect were trembling in fear as they looked at him.