In the outskirts of the city, in an isolated courtyard, there weren't many residents around. This lonely courtyard looked no different from a normal courtyard. Free Novel Portal
However, Tang Zheng knew that this was where the people from the Martial Organization were hiding.
This was the address that Lin Hu had given him, the few of them ate breakfast and headed straight for this place.
"How are we going to get in?" Ye Dingdang looked from afar and asked curiously.
Tian Chanzi walked forward with large strides while saying: "Of course we're going to walk in." As his voice fell, he was already at the door. The remaining three people could only brace themselves and follow.
Peng!
Heaven Monk pushed with both hands, and the door flew into the courtyard with a loud bang. It crashed into the ground and shattered into pieces, creating a huge commotion.
"Who is it?" Several people rushed out of the house in a single file, eyeing the four people like tigers eyeing their prey.
"Ye Dingdang!" One of them recognized her and cried out loudly.
Whoosh!
Ding Yi floated out, his face full of smiles as he said: "Yo, are you here voluntarily to die?"
Ye Dingdang angrily glared at him: "Hurry up and let my family go."
Ding Yi smiled and asked: "These are the helpers that you brought with you?" His gaze swept over Tang Zheng and Tian Chanzi, his eyebrows raised and his smile became wider, "You really are cultivators, haha, this trip was not in vain."
"Since you know that we are cultivators, aren't you afraid?" Tian Chanzi asked.
Ding Yi looked at Tian Chanzi and disdainfully said: "What is there to be afraid of? The Martial Organization's mission is to hunt and kill cultivators, you are the prey. When did the hunter become afraid of the prey? "
"Prey? I think that today you are the real prey. Who do you think your Martial Organization is, daring to say that you want to hunt and kill all the cultivators in the world. You don't know the difference between life and death. "Tian Chanzi's killing intent soared.
Eh?
Ding Yi thoughtfully looked at Tian Chanzi: "You are different from the cultivators I have met before. The cultivators I have met before were all extremely afraid of us, yet you are not afraid. That's right, last night you heavily injured Martial and made her unconscious. You indeed have the qualifications to be arrogant, but that is because you have not met me. Today I will let you know what is the true strength of a Martial Great Lord."
"Really? Then I'll give it a try. Attack, kill all of these Martial Arts Sect people. "Tian Chanzi shouted coldly and rushed forward.
"Dingdang, you're injured. Don't do anything. Stay on the side and support us," Tang Zheng instructed. Then, he and Huang Ziyang charged forward like tigers and wolves.
In the courtyard, other than Ding Yi, there were six other martial artists. However, they were only Houtian realm martial artists. Tang Zheng was not afraid. Battle Spirit let out a sword cry and directly pierced towards the person in front.
This martial artist jumped and dodged the attack. Then, he began to fight with Tang Zheng.
Huang Ziyang's attack was even more violent. His two palms crisscrossed and slammed down towards the head of one of the martial artists. That person's blade slashed at Huang Ziyang's chest causing blood to flow. However, Huang Ziyang did not dodge and expressionlessly slammed down with his palm.
Kacha!
The opponent's neck was immediately broken. His eyes closed and he fell to the ground dead.
This attack was especially fierce and decisive, causing the others to be shocked. They had only met face to face and they had already lost one of their own.
Tang Zheng and Huang Ziyang became more and more courageous as they fought. Both sides had a tacit understanding. Tang Zheng's Battle Spirit pierced through the chest of one of the martial artists, taking away his life.
Although the two of them were surrounded by the remaining martial artists, they seemed to be taking a stroll in the park. They were not afraid in the slightest as they coordinated their attacks.
Seeing this scene, Ding Yi was slightly surprised. This group of martial artists was too strange. With such strong martial arts, it was no wonder that Martial Arts was heavily injured last night.
But the situation in front of him did not allow him to think carefully. With a flash of cold light, the Ghost Head Blade appeared in Tian Chanzi's hands. He boldly and decisively attacked.
Ding Yi's expression turned cold. His smile immediately disappeared. When an expert made a move, one would know the depth of their abilities.
The Ghost Head Blade chopped down. Ding Yi's soft palm met it. Using softness to overcome strength, however, the Ghost Head Blade's attack was too strong. Just as it came into contact with Ding Yi's palm, a piercing pain was transmitted to his brain.
"Not good!"
Ding Yi shouted in his heart and immediately dodged to the side.
Boom!
Although the Ghost Head Blade chopped down in the air, the indomitable aura of the Ghost Head Blade instantly struck the wall. A large hole appeared in the wall, causing sand and stones to fly.
Ding Yi glanced at this scene from the corner of his eye. His heart was overwhelmed with shock. Just now, if he had not dodged, after being hit, his body would have been split in two like the wall.
"Just who are you?" Ding Yi had never met an expert with such cultivation. He could not help but be overwhelmed with shock.
Tian Chanzi said with a cold face: "Didn't you want to kill all the cultivators in the world? Today, I'll let you experience the power of cultivators. Let's see if you have the ability to kill me. "
Tian Chanzi's hand loosened and the Ghost Head Blade left his hand and chopped down at Ding Yi.
Ding Yi's pupils constricted as he cried out: "Imperial Blade Technique!"
The Imperial Blade Technique was the same as the Imperial Sword Technique. They both controlled treasures to attack from a distance. The only difference was that the treasures controlled were different.
When Daoist Tianji used the Imperial Sword Technique, he had to be extremely careful. However, Tian Chanzi was much more confident and unrestrained. His killing intent soared as the Ghost Head Blade charged forward with unparalleled momentum.
Ye Dingdang stared dumbstruck at this scene. In her heart, the power of cultivators rose by several levels.
Ding Yi had nowhere to hide so he could only use all his strength to counterattack. However, his Soft Palms did not pose any threat to Tian Chanzi.
"A little Fifth Grade Xiantian dares to spout such arrogant words. Go die!" Tian Chanzi shouted as the Ghost Head Blade shone with a black light.
Sou!
The Ghost Head Blade once again chopped down and Ding Yi's hands blocked.
Pu!
Ding Yi's hands were chopped off, but the Ghost Head Blade didn't stop there. It chopped towards his forehead. Seeing that it was about to hit him, Ding Yi actually endured the pain of his hands being chopped off and fell backwards, hoping to avoid this attack.
However, he had clearly underestimated Tian Chanzi's determination to kill him. The Ghost Head Blade's attack did not decrease as the blade pressed down a few centimeters.
Puchi!
In the end, Ding Yi was unable to avoid this blade and was split in half from head to toe. Fresh blood splattered all over the courtyard.
The insufferably arrogant Ding Yi had died under the Ghost Head Blade just like that. He did not even have the chance to cry out. This was the complete opposite of his high-spirited self from yesterday at the Yeh family.
"Ah!"
Ye Dingdang couldn't help but scream out loud. This bloody scene was too stimulating.
Tang Zheng also saw this scene and was deeply shocked. This was a battle between Golden Core Stage cultivators. This was a true expert. There was no need for so many moves. In just a few moves, the enemy would be killed.
Pu pu …
Another few sounds of swords piercing through bodies could be heard. Under the cooperation of Tang Zheng and Huang Ziyang, the other four were also killed.
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