Chapter 810

Holy sword warning!

Deng Yifei immediately clenched the Red Blood Sword and vigilantly paid attention to the wind and grass around.

Soon, on his right hand, there appeared seven martial artists who broke the sky. The martial artist headed by him was very powerful and almost did not hide, which was almost the same as Shen Mingkun, the ancestor of the Shen family.

"Did you ruin the Shen family like this?"

The martial artist's tone is quite like asking questions.

"Yes, it's me. Who are you?"

"Zhang Jia, I'm Zhang Wanshan, the ancestor of Zhang Jia!" The old man asked angrily, "I just want to ask you, where did the Shen family offend you and let you do so hard?"

Hearing this tone, Deng Yifei knew that the relationship between the Zhang family and the Shen family was not general.

Good relationship, so what?

Deng Yifei is a reasonable person, advocating convincing people with reason and virtue, so he simply told the story again.

"So, just because of a civilian, you killed all the masters of the Shen family?"

"If you want to think so, you can understand so!"

"You are really a spirit disease. How can a warrior be so confused about the value of human life as you are? Just a civilian, how can his life compare with that of a congenital warrior?" Zhang Wanshan angrily said, "according to your standard, there are no families, sects and countries that should not be destroyed at all. Few martial artists in this world are innocent!"

"I will never force you to believe in my ideas... As for those villains, I will try my best to kill the most damned and the most deserving!"

Deng Yifei really won't force others to believe in his understanding, but when others violate his ideas, he will not hesitate to kill all those people!

"If you can destroy the Shen family, at least you have the peak strength of breaking heaven? Who are you?"

"Others call me Aurora swordsman!"

Aurora swordsman, Deng Yifei doesn't know whether he is a swordsman, but he is very satisfied with this nickname.

It's more stylish than "ghost meets sorrow".

Zhang Wanshan suddenly said, "so you're the crazy man Deng Yifei? But how old are you? Do you have the peak strength of breaking the sky?"

Deng Yifei did not answer.

He felt Zhang Wanshan's hostility.

Zhang Wanshan seems to be procrastinating, waiting for something.

Deng Yifei had not yet guessed it out. Behind him, another team appeared.

"Who are you?"

"Ge Jia, Ge Yun!" A middle-aged martial artist of the Ge family hugged his fist and said to Deng Yifei, "I've heard about your destroying the Shen family. I once heard your rumors. At that time, I thought the rumors were exaggerated, but now I see that your excellency is really a madman!"

"Geyun, how about our two families working together to deal with him?" Before Deng Yifei refuted Ge Yun's words, Zhang Wanshang took the initiative to say hello to ge Yun, "Ge Yun, you must have heard the reason why Deng Yifei destroyed the Shen family. It's only because of a civilian. According to this standard, all of our Zhangjia and Ge families should be destroyed, so I think we must work together to get rid of this serious problem. What do you think?"

"Yes!" Ge Yun nodded. "I've heard that Deng Yifei is a murderous madman. The so-called justice in his mouth is just to find an excuse for killing. Now many forces in the state of CAI are searching for Deng Yifei's direction. We will kill him here. Presumably the whole state of CAI will applaud!"

"Yes, we have been in marriage with the Shen family for generations. Over the years, our three aristocratic families have become one. The hatred of the Su family is our hatred!"

Deng Yifei understood the reason why some of the Zhang family and Ge family wanted to avenge the Shen family.

It turned out that the three aristocratic families in this small city did not fight, but United.

"Go!"

"Kill!"

More than 20 martial artists from the Zhangjia and Shen families rushed directly at Deng Yifei.

"Thunder step!"

In the thunder, Deng Yifei tried his best to escape from the city, and behind him, those who broke the sky were still chasing him.

Seeing that the distance was almost the same, Deng Yifei stopped, and then he was surrounded by more than 20 martial artists.

Zhang Wanshan said with a grim smile, "Deng Yifei, why don't you run?"

"I'm not going to run away. I just don't want to fight in the city. As if we were fighting in the city, the whole city could be destroyed."

"Anyway, you're dead today!"

"Dead?" Deng Yifei grinned, "there are many people who can kill me in this world, but it obviously doesn't include you who break the sky."

Ge Yun said coldly, "talk big. I'll kill you later, and then cut off your tongue and drink!"

"It's useless to say more, let's move!"

The martial artists of both sides broke the sky almost at the same time.

At this time, Deng Yifei also shot.

"Holy sword field opens four levels!"

The dazzling white light brightened the whole night this time!

The light of the right path is still on the bodies of all masters of the Zhangjia and Ge families.

The white light dissipated, and Deng Yifei fell directly from mid air to the ground. He lay on the ground until dawn. When other masters of Zhang Jia and Ge family came, he slowly got up from the ground and drew out the red blood sword again.

After killing all the masters of the Zhang and Ge families, Deng Yifei rested for a long time, found the Zhang and Ge families, and killed them like the Shen family.

After leaving this small town, the news of Deng Yifei's comeback spread like wildfire.

And things in the small town soon spread all over the state of CAI.

Over the years, there have been many massacres.

But there are few such distinctive ones.

The first is the cause of the incident, which made countless forces feel numb... Just because of the death of a civilian.

Then there is Deng Yifei's handling method of not killing all, which makes many martial artists disagree.

After all, everyone knows that if you cut the grass and don't uproot it, the spring breeze will blow again.

But Deng Yifei dared to let those enemies' wives and children leave!

After another three months, unconsciously, winter has arrived, and Deng Yifei's strength has also increased to the peak of the breaking heaven realm. As long as he goes further, his strength can be increased to the magical realm.

In the southern regions, or in the whole continent, the Shentong Jingwu is the master of the real suppression.

During the period when the strong in this field rarely appear in public, the master of Shentong realm is the backbone of every top force and first-class force.

In the inn in Xiaoli town outside the city of caiguotianchong, Deng Yifei saw a warrior wearing a blood red robe.

The middle-aged martial artist looks like a man who drinks and eats with his head down.

However, Deng Yifei knew that the other party was not 40 or 50 years old, but more than 200 years old.

"Are you tanzhicheng, the traitor of the bloody sect? Seven days ago, you killed that Xiaoli Town, right?"