"Nie Feng is at the fourth level. After devouring him, I've only reached the pinnacle of the second level."This level of advancement is already terrifying. Unlike the demons' aggression, it doesn't pr...Gazing silently at the severed heads and corpses on the ground, the bandits felt a sense of dreamy bewilderment.

One sword.

With just one sword strike, the formidable and battle-hardened Fourth House Master was instantly obliterated without even a chance to react.

"That sword strike, so strong, so fast!"

The bandits gasped in shock. The sword strike just now was so swift, they barely even saw it. Their vision seemed to be flooded by a river as the Fourth Master fell.

The cultivation of the second level of the Secret Realm was actually killed by a single sword from a Xuan Yuan realm!

Kong Luo frowned, this Wang Xuan's swordsmanship is not low, but he has not yet fully displayed all his martial power.

"Let's go, take him down!" Kouro waved his hand.

As a killer, it is important to understand the complete martial arts foundation of your target.

"Die!"

"Strike the first blow!"

"Wang Ba Spear!"

One by one, the bandit cultivators, ravenous wolves, pounced on Wang Xuan, launching all sorts of soul skills and martial arts attacks.

Wow!

Wang Xuan raised his sword, and behind him rose a scene of the great river. Countless blades of light surged from within the river and slashed outwards in all directions.

The Ninth Style of the Great River Sword Technique, River of Swords Rain!

'Pffffft... pffffft...'

One by one, the bandits were slain by the dense sword beams, blossoms of blood blooming as they fell on the path of the charge.

Sword cultivators, among thousands of paths, are definitely ranked high in terms of killing!

A powerful swordsman can cleave the stars with a single strike.

In an instant, as Wang Xuan unleashed the mass-killing technique of the Great River Sword Art, the martial arts arena was filled with fallen bandits. Broken limbs and severed arms littered the ground, blood flowing like a river.

Five hundred bandits, suddenly attacked!

Wang Xuan's face was cold, his sword strike belonged to a ranged attack. While powerful, it primarily killed those at the Soul Condensation Realm. Only a dozen or so from the Profound Element Realm had died, and the hidden vault remained untouched.

A swordsmanship technique of rank eight spirit level, it's normal for it to possess such power. If a true Dharma Realm expert were to wield it, they could slay an entire clan with a single strike!

"Let's take care of these little minions first," Wang Xuan chuckled softly, putting down his sword.

The over two hundred remaining Soul Condensation Stage bandits were already terrified, luckily they had charged slowly and weren't in the sword aura range.

He is only at the Xuan Yuan realm, with limited Yuan force. It's impossible for him to cast this second sword again!

"That's right, even with the cultivation of the third level of the Hidden Realm, wielding that just-now sword strike would still result in depleted Yuan force."

"Strike him, and seize his swordsmanship!"

Several hidden realm cultivators roared, leading a large number of Xuan Yuan realm cultivators, their eyes greedy as they charged.

"Want to see my swordsmanship" Wang Xuan put the sword away in his storage pouch.

Just now, the Rain of Swords from the Luo River only consumed nearly half of his yuanli.

A burst of flame illuminated the scene. A bandit cultivator at the peak of the first level of the Secret Hiding Realm, with blazing flames in his hands, formed a fireball the size of a basin in his grip.

"My name is Yan Yao, and fire-based martial arts are the strongest in heaven and earth!"

A burly man flushed with health grinned and pushed a fireball.

Wang Xuan's black hair fluttered slightly as he watched the fireball flying towards him. A hint of cold amusement appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You're trying to rush your death!"

His right fist clenched tightly, and a surge of qi and blood coursed through his body. With a slight shift of his feet, he vanished from his spot in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside the burly man radiating red light, unleashing a punch aimed at the man's waist.

This sudden change left the Han forces flustered and scrambling. They tried to resist or dodge, but there was simply no time.

'Bang!'

The surging fist force shattered flesh, bones, and hair. The Han warrior exploded into a bloody mist, swirling in the void.

"The power behind that punch" Kong Luo frowned.

'Bang!'

"Bang!"

'Bang!'

......

Wang Xuan was in the field, with every step he took, appearing beside a bandit cultivator. His surging physical strength punched each bandit cultivator to pieces.

The entire arena was struck by a bloody rain, with blood-colored mist blooming like flowers, making the whole night appear enchanting and sinister.

"Killing God!"

“What kind of martial arts is this!”

"His flesh was also quite tough!"

The bandits panicked. The boy's movements were simply uncanny, like teleportation, with no trace to be found.

Seeing Wang Xuan wreaking havoc in the arena, a tall, burly man in black walked up to Kong Luo's side and growled, "Big Chieftain, this boy has already killed so many of our men. Don't you intervene"

Kong Luo looked at the scene, his eyes flickering with greed.

Compared to that mysterious sword technique, the boy's agility made his heart race. If he could obtain that martial arts...

Kong Luo slowly turned his head to look at the burly man, and sneered, "What Do you have something against me, Second Village Master"

Li Ba's heart tightened, realizing his faux pas. He hurriedly explained: "I dare not. I only wish for the Great Village Chief to display his divine power and slay this wretch, so as to prevent further loss of our brothers."

Kōro's eyes held a look of disdain.

He had only recently become the leader of the Black Mang Tribe, subduing these rogue cultivators just a month ago. The previous leader of the Black Mang Tribe was this Li Ba.

He's not even worthy of my action. If we have enemies, they should come to our village and fight on their own. What use are you Just leave Wang Xuan to the second head and your brothers to deal with.

Kong Luo slowly said, he had not yet fully probed Wang Xuan's martial arts depth, wanting to see if the young man could still give him new surprises.

Li Ba cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to anger Kong Luo. He immediately turned to a thin bandit cultivator and said: "Go to the dungeon first and kill that little girl. Let her be buried with our dead brothers."

The skinny bandit, Fei Xiu, licked his lips and grinned lasciviously before running away. "

“Don’t worry, Second Master, I'll make sure that little girl dies a painful death!”

"

Kong Luo's face remained calm, his expression betraying nothing. For several days prior, he hadn't allowed these bandits to touch Mu Qingyue; he had only used her as bait to lure his prey. Now that the hunt was complete, the bait held no further value.

Li Ba strode into the martial arts arena, letting out a sneer: “Haha~ Wang Xuan, my men have already gone to kill your woman, and before killing her, you know!”

Li Ba said, “Words can distract the young.”

"Wow!"

A crimson flame engulfed his entire body, a sword qi surged from the top of his head, and a flaming greatsword materialized in mid-air above him, manifesting as his martial spirit.

"You're done for, brat!"

Li Ba clenched his flaming sword martial spirit in both hands. Heavenly and earthly Qi surged towards his flaming sword martial spirit, the flames on the sword grew increasingly intense, transforming into a fire dragon that was ten meters long.

"Blazing Sun Sword! That's the Second Chieftain's martial soul!"

"That's great, the second leader has finally made a move! This time we are saved!"

Feeling Li Baoqiang's powerful martial arts aura, the bandits were astonished and shouted in surprise. At this time, there were less than two hundred bandit cultivators left in the field, all terrified by the young man's unpredictable movements and killing prowess.

Wang Xuan stopped, looking at the two domineering village chiefs: "Your martial soul, I am satisfied with."

Although Li Ba is only triple-ranked, he is far stronger than Wang Hai. Even three Wang Hais combined cannot match Li Ba's powerful and profound martial energy.

And Li Ba's Flame Sword Martial Spirit was undoubtedly above the Soul level, his soul power not low, belonging to the ranks of Flame Sword soldiers.

Li Ba, hearing this, didn't understand what the youth meant. What does your spirit have to do with me Are you satisfied now

His whole body was brimming with martial arts energy, flames sword qi billowing out. Li Ba had been observing the youth's movements from afar, confirming the distance to be around three zhang.

"My sword can cover a range of five zhang. Your agility won't save you!" Li Ba descended like a fire god, his eyes cold and domineering as he looked down at the young man.

Wow!

Li Ba brandished his sword with a sudden, powerful stroke, unleashing a fiery dragon that roared and writhed in the air, its jaws gaping as it lunged towards the young man, its serpentine tail lashing back and forth.rising sun.This young man's body is youthful and sunny, but his eyes hold a tranquil confidence.The woman in the white dress, a powerful figure, observed the boy. She scrutinized his face, this being...