"A flying sword …. He actually used a flying sword to kill a Foundation Establishment Cultivator?"
The silver light had sliced through the neck of one of the Western Desert Cultivators, but at the same time, it seemed to have sliced through the necks of the others as well. The noisy crowd instantly quieted down. They stared in disbelief at the scene before them. The Great Snow Mountain disciple hadn't even left the carriage. He had only used a flying sword to kill a Western Desert Foundation Establishment Cultivator?
It must be known that magic tools like flying swords were rarely used by cultivators after they reached the Foundation Establishment stage.
After all, it was a very low-level Magic Tool. Its power was limited, and it could no longer display the power of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
But Fang Xiaojiu hadn't even left the carriage. He had used a flying sword to kill a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. What kind of power was this?
Buzz ….
The flying sword didn't return to the carriage. After slicing through the neck of the first Cultivator, it stopped in mid-air, vibrating. Then, like lightning, it shot toward the second Western Desert Cultivator. The second Western Desert Cultivator had some time to react. With a shout, he raised up a defensive barrier and turned to flee. He didn't dare to stay any longer. This Great Snow Mountain disciple dared to kill someone here!
He was too fierce. The Nine Creases Tribe was nearby, and they thought Fang Xiaojiu had come to beg for forgiveness.
However, the second Cultivator hadn't even taken two steps when the silver flying sword caught up to him. With an indescribably powerful Spiritual Energy, it slammed into the defensive barrier behind him. With a cracking sound, the barrier shattered. Before the second Cultivator could use any other methods of defense, the flying sword had already pierced through his chest.
"Ahhh …."
The third Cultivator had already fled more than thirty meters away. He was scared out of his wits, and all he could do was wail in pain.
Behind him, the flying sword, stained with the blood of his Junior Brother and Senior Brother, continued to pursue him.
"How dare you commit murder here, you traitor?"
Suddenly, a gray robe flickered, and a tall, sturdy man appeared off in the distance. His body moved with incredible speed, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the third Western Desert Cultivator. His light brown eyes scanned the area and locked onto the flying sword. He laughed coldly as his palm-leaf-fan hand reached out to grab the flying sword. Unexpectedly, he was relying on his martial prowess to grab the flying sword with his bare hands.
At this time, the flying sword had killed two people in a row, and the spiritual energy wrapped around the flying sword was almost exhausted. Its speed was not as fast as it was at the beginning, and it was really caught in his hand. The big man's expression changed slightly, and he looked at the black carriage. He was about to shout again, but at this time, the last bit of spiritual energy from the Flying Spirit in his palm was released, and with a few buzzing sounds, it was like a living fish.
The burly man was shocked and hurriedly circulated all his spiritual power to suppress the flying sword. He felt a burst of numbness in his bones.
After a long while, the spiritual energy wrapped around the flying sword finally dissipated.
However, the burly man was still somewhat apprehensive, and he looked at the carriage with bewilderment.
After killing two people in a row, there was only a sliver of spiritual energy left on the flying sword. However, he had to use all his cultivation to suppress it. Just how strong was the spiritual energy of the cultivator controlling the flying sword?
The burly man went from arrogant to panic-stricken in the blink of an eye.
"Your excellency from the Tribe of Nine Creases, save me! This traitor from the Great Snow Mountain dares to slaughter Western Desert Cultivators in front of everyone! His crime is unforgivable …."
No one knew what the gray-robed man was thinking. All they knew was that he had successfully caught the flying sword. The third Western Desert Cultivator had escaped with his life, but his face was ashen. He hid behind the burly man and began to cry out.
The surrounding Cultivators all had looks of joy on their faces.
It was good that this person had come. Finally, there was someone capable of suppressing this indescribably savage disciple from the Great Snow Mountain.
"Fang Xiaojiu, my Lord is looking for you. Have you come to beg for forgiveness?"
The burly man wiped away the bewilderment on his face and shouted in a low voice.
"And who the hell do you think you are?"
Fang Xing still did not get out of the car and asked lazily.
The burly man angrily rebuked, "I am Lei Hong, the subordinate of Tribe Leader Ninth Young Master Lei of the Nine Creases. You're talking to me, and yet you're not getting out of the carriage? Who gave you the gall? Hurry up and get out of the carriage. Tie yourself up and come with me to Ninth Young Master Lei to beg for forgiveness! "
"So you're a slave's slave. How can you be so arrogant?"
Inside the carriage, Fang Xing was a bit angry. He had been wondering who this person was, but it turned out he was just a slave of the Tribe of Nine Creases.
Even more infuriating was that these people kept talking about "begging for forgiveness". Did they really think they represented the Emperor?
Besides, so what if they really were the Emperor?
Cultivators, from the first day they stepped onto the path of Cultivation, only respected their Master. That was because the Master represented the legacy. They only feared the Heavens and the Earth, because the Heavens and the Earth contained Dao. What did Emperors, Generals, and Ministers count for?
"You … you dare to look down on me?"
Lei Hong flew into a rage, his swarthy face turning a purplish red.
"How am I looking down on you? Aren't you a slave of the Tribe of Nine Creases? Aren't the Tribe of Nine Creases a slave of the Huangfu Clan? "
Fang Xing laughed mischievously, making the relationship between the two exceptionally clear.
Lei Hong was even more embarrassed, but he didn't dare to retort. If he said he wasn't a slave of the Tribe of Nine Creases, he would be offending his superior. If he said that the Tribe of Nine Creases wasn't a slave of the Huangfu Clan, Ninth Young Master Lei would probably kill him with his own hands. However, he just had to be ridiculed like this. His heart was upset, and he could only grit his teeth and shout, "Is this the attitude of begging for forgiveness? I think you're rebelling! "
If he hadn't sensed Fang Xing's strength from the flying sword, he would have made a move long ago. He wouldn't have waited until now.
"I've lived for so long, but I've never heard of the Tribe of Nine Creases. How dare you talk about rebelling?"
Fang Xing shouted coldly. He had no respect for the Tribe of Nine Creases and drove off.
He wanted to see who dared to stop him!
Lei Hong's expression immediately became extremely ugly. He didn't dare to fight with Fang Xing, but if he let him in, the Tribe of Nine Creases would lose all face. At this time, Ninth Young Master Lei was personally presiding over the formation in order to capture the little devil "Fang Xing" in the Valley of Rubble. He had ordered Lei Hong not to disturb him, so he didn't dare to report to his master at this time. He was anxious and helpless.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and he shouted, "Zhu Xiu, listen up! Huangfu Daozi once issued an order to capture this kid, but that little devil named Fang Xing caused trouble, so the capture was delayed. My Young Master has already announced that anyone who can capture that little devil, Fang Xing, will be rewarded with Huangfu Daozi's handwritten order to enter the Sword Catacomb to choose a sword embryo. This disciple of the Great Snow Mountain has a big mouth and openly disobeyed the orders of the Lei Clan of Nine Creases Tribe. He has committed a heinous crime. If you capture him and bring him to my Young Master, who knows if you won't get a second handwritten order?"
As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators were shocked, and their eyes were filled with fanaticism.
What was their purpose in coming here? It was naturally to capture that little devil, Fang Xing, and obtain the opportunity to enter the Sword Catacomb.
However, there were at least a few hundred cultivators here, but there was only one little devil, Fang Xing. All the cultivators knew that their chances were not high, but now that they suddenly heard someone say that there was a second chance, they immediately cast their gazes towards the carriage.
There were hundreds of cultivators present, and at least one-third of them were Foundation Establishment cultivators. Although most of them didn't dare to provoke this disciple of the Great Snow Mountain, there were many who were confident in their strength and dared to fight him. Coupled with the large number of people, they didn't believe that this disciple of the Great Snow Mountain had three heads and six arms and could withstand the siege of so many cultivators …
When Lei Hong saw this, he sneered and retreated, hiding behind Zhu Xiu.
There was no doubt that he had achieved his goal, but in reality, he left some words. He only said that if he captured this Fang Xiaojiu, he might get the opportunity to enter the Sword Catacomb, but he didn't say that he would definitely get it. After all, although this Fang Xiaojiu had angered him, his crime couldn't be compared to that of Fang Xing. That little devil had killed a member of the Huangfu family, while this Fang Xiaojiu had only violated the rules. In simple words, that little devil had committed a crime worthy of death, while this Fang Xiaojiu only needed to be punished …
"Everyone, let's attack together and capture this kid …"
"There are so many of us, why would we be afraid of him alone? Let's see who's lucky enough to capture him and obtain Huangfu Daozi's personal edict …"
"Fang Xiaojiu, kneel down and admit your guilt. Surrender and I'll spare your dog life …"
All the cultivators were lured by the attraction of entering the Sword Catacomb, and gradually surrounded them. They all shouted angrily, and the battle was about to start.
"Very good, let's harvest again and save some blood for the upcoming battle!"
Fang Xing sneered. He lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage, then looked back at Chu Ci. "Little girl, don't poke your head out, be careful not to spill blood!"
Chu Ci nodded. Her face was pale, but she didn't want Fang Xing to worry, so she only said, "Brother Jiu … be careful!"
After Fang Xing got out of the carriage, he looked around coldly. Seeing the murderous faces, his murderous aura rose, and he was about to fight.
However, at this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Who's so bold to touch the people of the Great Snowmountain?"
Along with the sound of the voice, eight formation flags flew from afar and landed accurately around the carriage. In an instant, they formed a formation that firmly protected the carriage. Not far away, three figures flew over quickly. One was white, one was purple, and one was black. They flew to the front of the carriage in an instant and looked coldly at the surrounding cultivators.
When Fang Xing saw them, he was slightly startled. They're here too?
When the surrounding cultivators saw the three of them, they were also shocked and whispered, "The Five Warriors of the Great Snowmountain are here?"
"Retreat, I didn't expect the disciples of the Great Snowmountain to be here too!"
For a moment, the courage that the cultivators had just mustered retreated like the tide, and a large space was created.
Among the three people, the one in white was a woman. She was wearing a white robe, white socks, and white boots. Even the ribbon that tied her hair was white. She held a long sword with a milky white hilt, and she stared coldly at the cultivators. The woman in purple was holding a jade zither in her arms. She had a beautiful face, but was unusually cold. The one in black was a man in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was empty-handed.
These three people were Xiao Xue, Ye Guyin, and Hou Guimen.
"Fellow cultivator of the Nine Crooked Tribe, the disciples of the Great Snowmountain are not strict enough and have offended you. Please forgive us …"
Another calm voice rang out. The crowd of cultivators parted like the tide, forming a path. A man in a golden robe slowly walked over. This man looked to be in his thirties, his eyebrows like swords and his eyes like stars. He clasped his hands towards the servant of the Nine Creases Tribe, Lei Hong. Although his words were polite, his expression was cold to the extreme. There was a sense of arrogance in him that said he didn't place anyone in his eyes.
"Brother …"
When Chu Ci saw him, she immediately shouted excitedly.
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