"What the … …"
Qin Tian's eyes widened and his mouth revealed a hint of excitement.
He was surrounded.
He was surrounded by nearly a thousand disciples on the training grounds.
He, who should be afraid and nervous, was instead excited. Standing on the spot, he looked around and thought, "Seems like the bloodlust system will be able to level up today. I just don't know if Mu Yuandong has the guts."
He was really not afraid.
Excited.
One head was one point of bloodlust, a string of experience, a string of star value.
If his luck was good.
Not bad equipment, Dans and the like could also be dropped.
To Qin Tian, this was like clearing a small monster in a dungeon.
The best place to level up.
Of course.
Everything depended on Mu Yuandong. He was now the master of the Mu Mansion. If he gave the order to kill without stopping, Qin Tian's level up would not be a problem. But if no one listened to him … …
He would have to give Mu Qing or Mu Yan some face.
After all, there were over a thousand people.
If he killed them all, it would not be good to meet them in the future.
Qin Tian did not want to become a homicidal maniac, but there were people who did not care about their lives. It was like 'if Laozi does not enter hell, who will enter hell'. Qin Tian smirked and said, "The earlier you die, the earlier you can reincarnate. If you don't want to die, it is better to stay away."
"Who is that … …"
"Yes, I'm talking about you, the one in black."
… …
Qin Tian pointed at a black clothed disciple and smiled, "Die!!!"
"Explode!"
A thick blood mist erupted from his body. He used the moonlit step and shot out with a punch.
"Peng!"
The black clothed disciple's chest ruptured and his heart was shattered. He staggered and spat out a few mouthfuls of black blood before falling to the ground.
Dead!
"Ding!"
"Another point of bloodlust."
Qin Tian smiled sinisterly and searched for the black clothed disciples. These black clothed people were Mu Yuandong's men, so killing them was a must. As for the other disciples, if they did not move, Qin Tian would not take the initiative to kill them.
If they were to act recklessly … …
Alright!
Actually, Qin Tian hoped that they would act recklessly.
… …
Mu Yuandong's expression changed as he stared at Qin Tian, who was in the middle of the crowd. Gritting his teeth, the sound of grinding could be heard. What worried him the most was not Qin Tian, but Mu Qing.
From the beginning of the chaos, he had been searching for Mu Qing's aura, but he could not find her.
Obviously …
The black-robed man who had just arrived on the flying sword was a Profound Celestial Fifth-Order Powerhouse, which concealed Muqing's aura.
Mu Qing was his most important bargaining chip, a bargaining chip that he could use to exchange for Astral Cores.
Losing Mu Qing was equivalent to losing the Star Nucleus.
At this moment.
Fang Changxing hurriedly walked up the altar and said, "Master … it's him … it's him. He's the one who killed Junior Brother Mu Xiang. He's in cahoots with Hong Chong. You must kill him to avenge Junior Brother."
Hearing this.
Mu Yuandong's gaze suddenly tightened. His eyes widened as he shouted heavily, "Did you see it clearly?"
As he spoke, his aura skyrocketed.
The killing intent that was suppressed for three days completely broke out at this moment. His expression became incomparably ferocious. Looking at Qin Tian, he clenched his fists and his pupils shrank.
His aura was extremely threatening.
Fang Changxing retreated a few steps before stabilizing himself. He said, "It's him. I didn't see wrongly. It's him."
How could he see wrongly?
Being punched onto the street, he would remember Qin Tian's appearance for the rest of his life. Seeing Qin Tian being surrounded, he said fiercely in his heart, "Enough, let's see what tricks you can play today."
At the same time, Fang Changxing jumped down from the altar. With a blur in the air, he landed in the middle of the encirclement.
Qin Tian was startled, and mocked, "Yo, aren't you that … What was it again?"
Fang Changxing said angrily, "You dog …"
Qin Tian clapped his hands and said, "That's right, you're that dog. The injuries from last time have already healed, so I won't give you another chance today. Since you're here, you won't have a chance anymore. It's my fault for letting you live for three more days. "
Immediately.
Fang Changxing's expression turned cold. He clenched his teeth in hatred and shouted, "What are you all waiting for? Take him down! He's the murderer who killed Junior Brother Mu Xiang. He's the greatest enemy of our Mu Clan.
The crowd was in an uproar.
A few disciples waved their swords and shouted, "Surrender, don't make any more useless resistance."
Fang Changxing's face turned stern, and said, "Kill!"
In the crowd.
A few black-clothed disciples rushed out. Fang Changxing also released all of his star force and rushed forward with strange steps.
In an instant.
The five of them rushed forward.
Qin Tian laughed sinisterly. The killing intent on his body was released continuously, using the pressure of the killing intent to force the disciples to retreat. The circle also doubled in size. He smiled faintly, "This place is too small, I can't move my hands and feet, but I can now."
At the same time.
The system jolted with activity.
Qin Tian shouted in his heart, "Bloodthirsty, explode!"
"Explode!"
"Explode!"
"Target locked, target locked …"
"Superposition of strength!"
"Boom!"
The blood mist on his body was incomparably dense. In the time it takes for a spark to fly off a flint, the attacks of the five were right in front of him. A strong wind blew against his face, sealing off every part of his body. There was no way out, and even if he wanted to dodge, it would be impossible.
Fang Changxing laughed complacently, and said, "Die!"
As soon as the word "die" fell.
The attacks of the five also landed.
However.
In the nick of time, Qin Tian suddenly made his move.
With the momentum of a thunderbolt, he suddenly attacked.
"Bam!"
"Bam, bam, bam …"
… ….
Five consecutive punches. Every sound was like a great bell ringing. The dull sound struck the hearts of all the disciples in the martial-arts arena. It was extremely oppressive, just like the majesty of the voice. Some of the disciples' faces turned pale white.
"Die!"
"Rumble!"
Fang Changxing and the four black-clothed disciples were all sent flying. Some were hanging on trees, some were falling on the wall, some were falling on the ground dozens of meters away, and one of them flew onto the altar. They all had one thing in common.
That was, they were all dead people!
"Awesome!"
Qin Tian shouted excitedly. He stared at the golden light on Mu Yuandong's body and said excitedly: "Boss, I like big bosses. I've seen the golden light on your body for a long time, to think that I could endure for so long. If it was in the past, I would have killed you long ago."
The altar was in chaos.
The three elders stood up and walked to Mu Yuandong's side.
"Who is this kid?"
"To actually instantly kill five fourth rank Profound Star Realm disciples, could he be a fifth rank Profound Star Realm expert? But the aura on his body is clearly that of a fourth rank Profound Star Realm, what great divine ability did he cultivate? "
"House Master, this child cannot be left alive."
… ….
At this moment.
Mu Yan also took a big step forward and shouted, "Sword Pavilion disciples, listen up."
In the Mu Mansion.
The disciples of the Sword Pavilion were the sharpest, and they were also the elites of the elites.
When Mu Yan's words came out, the sword cultivators on the martial-arts arena immediately shivered and looked at the altar.
Mu Yan shouted, "All disciples of the Sword Pavilion are to withdraw from the martial-arts arena. Those who disobey will be expelled from the Sword Pavilion!"
"What?"
"Mu Yan, are you crazy?"
"The enemy is invading, and you want to withdraw the disciples from the martial-arts arena? What exactly are you trying to do? "
… ….
The three elders beside Mu Yuandong immediately scolded.
Mu Yan did not even look at them and stared at Mu Yuandong, "You do not have the qualifications to sit on the position of House Master …"
Before he finished.
Mu Yuandong suddenly attacked.
The strength of a fifth rank Profound Star Realm cultivator burst forth, like a cobra, a long hook appeared in his hand, his eyes were dark, and without any hesitation, he snorted and said, "Die for me …"
It came too fast.
It was the strength of a fifth rank Profound Star Realm cultivator again.
Mu Yan did not expect Mu Yuandong to make a move on the altar.
"Ci … …"
A hook grabbed Mu Yan's right shoulder, and in an instant, a piece of flesh was torn off, blood spurting out. Mu Yan endured the pain and leaped up, landing below the altar. He took out the huge sword from the space bag and shouted angrily, "Hmph, it seems like everything is true."
"Mu Yuandong, today's disaster in the Mu Mansion was caused by you."
Mu Yuandong's face turned cold, and he said coldly, "Why the need to say so much nonsense, die for me!"
At this moment.
Mu Yuandong had lost his mind.
The hatred from the pain of losing his son surfaced in his heart. Mu Qing's disappearance, the situation going out of control, all of these had an endless impact on him. The anger and killing intent that had been suppressed for three days burst out, in addition to Mu Yan's words just now.
His mind was occupied by killing intent.
… ….
At this moment.
On Qin Tian's side.
Everything that happened on the altar was seen by everyone. The sword pavilion disciples did not stay any longer and quickly retreated.
As a sword pavilion disciple, Mu Yan's words were orders.
They had to listen at all times.
Furthermore.
They had also noticed that the Mu Mansion was in chaos. Mu Yuandong actually made a move against an elder.
This was no longer something they could control.
The sword pavilion disciples left.
The disciples on the martial-arts practice field were even more confused. What should they do? Should they leave or not? What was the situation?
Mu Yuandong had just taken office, but he had yet to gain control of the Mu Mansion. Many disciples still treated Mu Yuanshan as the Mu Mansion Master, and hesitated towards Mu Yuandong's words.
"Disciples of the Mu Mansion stay, all of you leave the martial-arts practice field."
Suddenly.
A deep and resounding voice was heard.
A black shadow flashed, and Mu Yuanshan landed on the altar. His face was pale.
Many disciples looked.
After being stunned for a moment, they quickly retreated as well.
This was the control of power.
Mu Yuanshan's position was deeply rooted in their hearts, especially the elite inner court disciples. They listened to his words and did not dare to disobey.
The Mu Mansion disciples retreated like a tide.
Qin Tian was depressed, and thought, "My experience, my bloodlust value, my star value … … Don't go, let's play a bit more … …"
At the same time.
Qin Tian was not idle either. He did not let any of the black-clothed disciples go.
After coming here, he couldn't possibly lose money right?
Qin Tian would never do a losing business.
In less than a few minutes, there were only less than a hundred people left on the martial-arts practice field. Thirty to forty black-clothed disciples were hesitating, wondering if they should leave or not. Now that the situation was over, staying would only mean death.
Moreover, Qin Tian was like a god of death.
Because of this, they looked at Mu Yuandong who was fighting with Mu Yan and quickly retreated.
Qin Tian did not want to chase, but shouted at Mu Yan, "Let that BOSS go, let me do it!"
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