Chapter 3938
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"Useless people. Kill them."
The voice that came from the carriage was low and vicious. The moment the voice echoed, the face of the cultivator on the ground turned pale. Before he could beg for mercy, the cultivator in front of him moved. A ray of cold light flashed by and cut off the cultivator's head with one slash.
This scene was witnessed by Du Fan, Hui Lang, and the others who were standing at the entrance of the temple.
They saw that person's head and body scattered on the ground in the wind and rain. His blood flowed into the soil along with the rain. When they saw that those people were all expressionless, they instinctively became vigilant and carefully sized up those people outside.
They saw that there were about thirty people in the group outside. There were about ten people in front of each group. These people were all riding horses and wearing special armor. They were protecting the luxurious carriage in the middle.
They couldn't see who was inside the carriage, but they could tell that the cultivators riding the horses were all rare experts. The most important thing was the baleful aura on their bodies.
That's right, it was baleful aura. It was the kind of baleful aura that only people whose hands were stained with blood would have. These people had it. If there was a difference between these people and their baleful aura, it could only be said that their baleful aura was restrained, while these people's baleful aura was released.
The rain fell from their bodies. They didn't use spiritual energy to protect their bodies. Instead, they allowed the rain to fall on their bodies and drench them. At first glance, the horses they rode looked like ordinary horses. However, upon closer inspection, it wasn't difficult to see that they were single-horned spirit beasts.
Who were these people who suddenly appeared in the rainy night? What kind of person would he be if he would open his mouth and kill the people under him?
Before seeing the other party, just by looking at these cultivators riding on spirit beasts and horses, they could conclude that no matter who the other party was, they were not good people. Furthermore, they could be classified as a dangerous person!
"Give up the temple and I can consider leaving your corpses intact." An arrogant and sinister voice came from the luxurious carriage.
When Leng Hua and the others heard this, they sneered, "Leave our corpses intact? How arrogant! "
"I'd like to see if I really have that ability!" Hui Lang said. In the next moment, his figure swept out and attacked the cultivator in front of him. His attack was extremely fast, and it was a killing move. However, what he did not expect was that the move that he thought would be able to kill his opponent with one strike only scratched his shoulder.
Seeing the cultivator quickly retreat, Hui Lang stared at him, then looked at the sword in his hand, and said, "The armor you're wearing is quite thick. That sword didn't make you bleed?"
He held the longsword in his hand, and the spiritual energy in his body surged. A sharp sword aura accompanied his figure as it swept out. This attack avoided the place where the opponent was wearing armor, and instead focused on other weak spots.
As the two of them fought, neither Du Fan's group nor the cultivators riding in the rain made a move to help. It was as if the fight had nothing to do with them.
Swish!
"Ah!"
A swift and fierce stream of air gushed out and an arm was chopped off and sent flying. Blood spurted out and the sword slashed out once more. A miserable shriek rang out as the battle between the two of them came to an end.
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