The seven major sects came out in full force.
True Hero Sect, Chain Swallow Sect, Wonderful Lotus Sect, Golden Envy Sect, Modao Mountain, Hall of Confusion, and Small Ru Yi Sect.
Those who could fight were now outside the Abandoned Sword Villa.
Ge Zhongwu was the leader. He had changed into a black outfit. His hair was gray, and his face was full of wrinkles. He looked like he had aged ten years in half a day.
But his eyes were still burning with essence, energy, and spirit, like blood and fire.
"Kill!"
He spat out a word coldly.
Boom!
The gate of the Abandoned Sword Villa was smashed into pieces.
Their movements were already very familiar. Everyone had done this several times.
Generally speaking, after breaking the gate, they would rush in and kill all the living things they saw. They would then surround the surroundings. If there were fish that escaped the net, they would surround and kill them.
This was a familiar routine.
But today was a little different.
Ge Zhongwu was the first to rush through the gate. The first thing he saw was a slightly lonely figure in the courtyard.
His white clothes were whiter than snow.
The Third Young Master Shen.
He looked up as if he was enjoying the moonlight. He also looked like he was meditating alone.
There was a wooden table in front of him. There was a burner of incense on the table, and light smoke was curling up.
He was quiet and gentle.
It did not match the murderous atmosphere in the courtyard at all. Or rather, his elegant aura had covered up those murderous thoughts.
"You're finally here."
Shen Zhenyi turned his head and only said one sentence indifferently.
His face was like jade. He was confident and at ease. Under the clear moonlight, the Third Young Master Shen looked like a celestial being.
He did not carry a sword. He was wearing a loose robe, but he still looked like a handsome tree in the wind.
No matter how one looked at it, he did not look like he was here to fight.
Did he know that he was going to die, so he came to meet his death?
It was said that in the early years when the human race was still prosperous and full of spirit, there were people who did not want to live anymore. They tidied up their clothes and calmly met death. They had once summoned the courage and pride of the human race.
But this kind of thing had not been heard for a long time.
Human beings had been dragging out an ignoble existence, muddling along behind the huge city wall. Where would they find the courage to face death with equanimity like the ancient people?
Perhaps only this country bumpkin who ascended from the Moon Decapitation of the Lower Realm would have such an ancient style.
Thinking to this point, Ge Zhongwu's heart was set; he let out a long laugh and said, "Third Young Master Shen, you are in a good mood. The moonlight today is quite good, are you waiting for us here?"
His eyes narrowed, his pupils constricted, and his expression was particularly ferocious. "Are you prepared to die?"
Since he came here tonight, he had never planned to let anyone from the Abandoned Sword Villa leave alive.
Xiao Bishui, Pu Hui Shi, Zhuo Liufeng, Huo Rushan, Grandmother Jin, and the people of Shang Yin walked out from behind him and stood in a row.
The seven sect masters were all gathered in one place, and not a single one was missing.
This kind of lineup made people despair. In the nineteen outer cities, there was no one, no power, that could stop the seven of them.
But Shen Zhenyi still didn't care.
"I haven't prepared for that."
Between life and death, there was great fear.
He had never thought of dying in this place.
He would never die at the hands of these villains.
"This kind of moonlight makes one feel relaxed and happy. It's really not a good time to kill. Can we wait for dark clouds to cover the moon before making a move? "
Tonight was quiet and serene, and the moon was bright and shining in all directions. The smell of blood would inevitably affect the scenery, and this made people uncomfortable.
"Unfortunately, it's not up to you to choose!"
Ge Zhongwu sneered. "If the King of Hell wants people to die at midnight, who dares to keep them alive until midnight?"
It had never been heard of that the person being killed could complain about the timing of the killing.
"Since you are so anxious, then there's no other way."
Shen Zhenyi shrugged, and his gaze slowly swept across the crowd.
"Who will go first?"
The air stagnated. Everyone felt that they should have the confidence to win against Shen Zhenyi, but when they really faced the Third Young Master Shen, a chill surged from the bottom of their hearts.
They originally thought that the massacre at the Abandoned Sword Villa would be a chaotic battle. But now Shen Zhenyi was standing here alone, unarmed and unarmed. If they still insisted on fighting together, wouldn't it be too embarrassing?
But if it was a one-on-one battle, they didn't know why they didn't have the confidence.
"Hmph, then let me send the Third Young Master Shen to his death!"
Shang Yinren was the first to stand up.
The martial arts of the Hall of Confusion were the best at bullying weak people. They could deal with people with lower cultivation levels than them cleanly and efficiently.
It would be the easiest for him to make a move.
Shen Zhenyi glanced at him and nodded slightly. "The secret martial arts of the Hall of Confusion should be the Manual of Confusion, right? Your disciple didn't use it well, you can give it a try. "
He casually called out without the slightest fear.
Shang Yinren's face tightened. He put on a fake smile and said, "The Third Young Master Shen is really fearless in the face of danger. Alright, since you asked for it, I will use the Manual of Confusion to send you on your way. So what?"
He was here to kill, so there was no need to be polite. He hurriedly took two steps forward, and his eyes flashed with a strange light. His pupils actually started to spin rapidly.
Miasma and fog surged, shrouding him and Shen Zhenyi in an instant. Countless worlds, billions of illusions, all kinds of horror and darkness flashed in front of Shen Zhenyi like a revolving lantern.
Shen Zhenyi yawned.
These things were a little boring.
In his endless journey, he had seen the deepest darkness and the most terrifying abyss. However, these were nothing compared to what he had seen.
"Is that all?"
It seemed that the master was not much better than the disciple. The upper limit of the Manual of Confusion was just that.
"Anything else?"
"Please do your best, or I'm afraid you won't have another chance."
Shen Zhenyi kindly reminded Shang Yinren.
Shang Yinren's expression changed. He remembered what Shen Zhenyi said to Ge Xiaopan on the Bright Moon Tower. He also asked him to do his best, and then when Ge Xiaopan used the [Divine Sword Tyrant Technique] to destroy the world, he would die.
He … had clearly done his best and activated the Manual of Confusion to the highest level. How could it not affect the Third Young Master Shen at all?
Suddenly, a huge fear surged in his heart.
"It seems that there is nothing else."
Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly.
"Princess, watch carefully. The sword of array should be used like this."
He calmly turned his head and called out to the dark room. Then, he drew a line with his fingers. The willows swayed in the wind, and with a whoosh, countless brilliant walls of light fell from the sky. It was as if a skyscraper had been built out of the ground, piling up above Shang Yinren's head.
Shang Yinren did not even have time to groan before he was crushed to the ground by the countless walls of light. At first, he still wanted to struggle, but then the huge pressure crushed his meridians and broke his meridians, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices.
In just a moment, he was heavily injured and died.
"The sword of array … should be used like this?"
Princess Long felt that something was not right no matter how she thought about it.
Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly. With a flick of his finger, the wall of light suddenly disappeared.
"The array is a little complicated. This person could not withstand the pressure inside the array, so he died a little too miserably."
He waved his hand and politely apologized, "I'm sorry, Hall Master Shang."
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