The seven sects attacked at night, and the seven sect masters attacked together. Now, only one was left.
Ge Zhongwu heard the screams coming one after another, and the muscles on his face became tighter and tighter. Cold sweat soaked his hair, and in front of him seemed to be a darkness that he could never break through.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He didn't run anymore.
"Why did you stop?"
Shen Zhenyi's playful voice came from behind.
Ge Zhongwu took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and slowly turned his head.
Shen Zhenyi stood quietly behind him, his white clothes as white as snow, untainted by a speck of dust.
— — One couldn't tell at all that he had just killed six people, and six of them were the top masters of the nineteen outer cities.
"Everything here is under your control. Since I can't run away, why do I have to be so embarrassed?"
With so many people killed one after another, no matter how one looked at it, Ge Zhongwu should have run out of the Abandoned Sword Manor by now, but he was still circling in the courtyard. It was obvious that the other side had already encircled him, playing with him like a cat catching a mouse.
Then why did he run?
Ge Zhongwu's mind was in chaos. At that moment, his state of mind collapsed.
In fact, until now, he still didn't understand what had happened.
And why did it turn out like this?
Shen Zhenyi was obviously just a person who came from the Moon Decapitation and had been in this world for at most a year. How did he cultivate the power to be able to crush a third level True God?
This completely subverted all the rules.
Didn't his power of heaven and earth need to be accumulated?
"Who are you?"
Ge Zhongwu tried to calm himself down. He knew that he couldn't escape death, so he wanted to die with some understanding.
There were too many questions in his heart that he wanted to ask clearly.
"Abandoned Sword Villa, Shen Zhenyi."
Shen Zhenyi still answered indifferently.
"I'm not asking about this."
Ge Zhongwu stared at him. "Where did you come from? Why do you have such a strong cultivation? What do you want to do?"
This was a question that he couldn't understand even if he died.
Shen Zhenyi was so strong, why did he want to play a game with them?
What third grade sect? What Seven Sects Martial Arts Symposium? What did it have to do with someone at his level?
Shen Zhenyi looked at him with interest and shook his head mercilessly.
"Why should I tell you?"
Ge Zhongwu was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He gritted his teeth and said, "Good, good, good! Today, we can be considered to have bumped into an iron plate. Since that is the case, I am also willing to use all my strength to make a move against The Third Prince. Young Master, please evaluate. "
Run? There was no way he could escape.
Since that was the case, he could only fight with all his might.
Ge Zhongwu could be considered an ambitious and ruthless character. Even at this time, he was not willing to resign himself to death. With a shout, he unleashed the Divine Sword Tyrant Technique.
Boom!
Boom!
This time, he had entrusted all of his power, and the power of the Divine Sword Tyrant Technique was many times stronger than before.
Countless golden pillars of light shot out from the ground and into the sky.
Between the pillars of light, there was a faint golden dragon circling around, letting out a buzzing roar.
Shen Zhenyi frowned.
"The True Hero Sect is indeed the sect with the most orthodox inheritance among the nineteen outer cities. Although this Divine Sword Tyrant Technique has many flaws, it is able to gather power and become real. Within the range of this technique, one can summon wind and rain and become a god."
Previously, Ge Xiaopan's technique was not so obvious. Now that Ge Zhongwu was going all out, the level of martial arts he displayed was completely different.
Within the range of this pillar of light, one could become a god and do whatever they wanted.
Under the influence of this realm, Ge Zhongwu regained some of his confidence. He laughed loudly and said, "Third Young Master Shen, no matter who you are, within this barrier of my technique, you may not be able to get away with it!"
He pointed one finger to the sky and the other to the ground and shouted proudly, "Divine Sword Tyrant Technique, World Annihilation!"
This was still the strongest technique of the Divine Sword Tyrant Technique. The power of Ge Zhongwu's technique was incomparable to Ge Xiaopan's.
The ground cracked, the sky turned yellow, the world turned upside down, and the evil dragon stirred.
The omen of the end of the world!
This technique was originally meant to completely destroy the small world created by the technique, turning it into nothingness.
And the opponent trapped in this world would naturally die without a burial place, turning into countless specks of dust.
Shen Zhenyi sighed.
"The sword technique is so-so, but it's troublesome. The ground of the front courtyard needs to be repaired again."
The main point of his attention was never the opponent's sword technique.
The destruction of the front courtyard was much more important than the True Virtue Sect's Divine Sword Tyrant Technique.
Ge Zhongwu had never been humiliated like this before. He roared and his sword exploded.
Then … there was no then.
Shen Zhenyi did not need to show his disciples how to defeat Ge Zhongwu, so he casually waved his hand. The pillar of light, the golden dragon, the dust, and the flying sand all disappeared in an instant.
The wind was clear and the moon was bright in the sky.
The Divine Sword Tyrant Technique, World Annihilation disappeared just like that.
It was inexplicable and inexplicable.
In mid-air, there was only a dumbstruck Ge Zhongwu left.
His only thought before he died was … "Why did I provoke such a monster!"
Bang!
His corpse fell from the sky and hit the ground, forming a neat row with the corpses of the other six sect leaders.
This period of time seemed to be very long, but in fact, it was only a moment. In everyone's eyes, it seemed to be moving in slow motion. They saw the whole process of Shen Zhenyi killing seven people like a falcon swooping down like a hare.
But this short period of time was enough. Except for the first person to die, Ge Zhongwu was already dead by the time Grandmother Jin's corpse fell to the ground.
The six people died in the instant this corpse fell to the ground.
This instant completely changed the situation of the nineteen outer cities. When this news spread throughout the city tomorrow, it would definitely cause a huge uproar.
"Disciples of the seven sects, you can all wash up and go back to sleep. Of course, if you want to avenge your masters, you are always welcome. "
Shen Zhenyi stood under the tree, looking up at the blurred moonlight and sighed.
"I don't mind sending you down to accompany them."
These small fries also had sins on their hands. Who knew how many sects they had followed their masters to kill. Shen Zhenyi was just too lazy to kill them. If they didn't know what was good for them, he didn't feel any pressure to kill them.
Only now did the disciples who were besieged outside the Abandoned Sword Villa come to their senses. Some of them were very loyal to their master, and they couldn't help but cry loudly. However, their master was already dead at this moment. Even if they went up and risked their lives, it would be meaningless.
"Monster! This is a monster! "
"Our masters are dead. How can we be a match for the Third Young Master Shen?"
"Run quickly! Run quickly! "
Cries of grief rose and fell. After a few seconds of hesitation, most of the disciples began to scatter like birds and animals, fleeing in panic.
The seven major sects were originally an organization that relied on strength to forcefully unite.
When their strength was broken, naturally, they would scatter.
Shen Zhenyi's face showed a trace of emotion and ridicule.
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