C44

All the disciples of the Wushan Sect were focused on their training under the blazing sun of the training field. Everyone's body was drenched in sweat. Shen Yi was circling around the disciples looking at every single movement of theirs.

All of a sudden, Shen Yi stopped his steps and started scrutinizing the surroundings. Listening to his surroundings, he raised his hand, realizing that everyone had stopped. The disciples did not know why their teacher had stopped, and seeing the serious look on their master's face, none of them dared to make a sound. There wasn't even the slightest breeze, yet there was a rustling sound in the surroundings. Hu Shao Jun also became alert. While everyone was feeling anxious, dozens of black shadows suddenly fell into the surroundings of the training field. Around thirty masked men in black clothes held all sorts of weapons as they surrounded the entire Wushan Sect from top to bottom. The disciples of Wu Shan all became alarmed. Such unknown visitors caught them unawares. They slowly raised their swords and looked around them, gathering into a ball. Shen Yi, who was standing at the side, was also deeply surprised by this uninvited guest, but his expression was extremely calm.

Shen Yi stared at the men in black and calmly said, "I wonder why all of you have disguised yourself to appear in my Wushan Sect. If you were to meet our sect with your faces, you would definitely be honest with us." Actually, what Shen Yi said was just empty words and he did not come with good intentions.

The men in black all remained silent. They raised their weapons, ready to attack, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

"I, Shen, have no grudges or grudges with others. Why are you guys fighting with weapons?" Shen Yi Quan was still standing there very calmly, only to see him take out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, covering his mouth and coughing a few times. The white silk handkerchief was dyed red with blood, while Shen Yi unknowingly twisted the silk handkerchief and put it back into his sleeve. The black clothed man still did not reply. He casually picked up his sword on the railing beside him.

When the disciples saw their master pick up his sword, they became even more vigilant. Their eyes did not relax the slightest bit as they moved around the man in black clothing, like a hunting beast being besieged by a hunter.

The two sides faced off against each other, seeing Shen Yi raising his sword, all the black-clothed men stepped on their feet, one of them slightly turned the sword in his hand, in an instant, all of the black-clothed men brandished their weapons and rushed towards the Wu Shan Sect disciples who were surrounded in the middle. Seeing this, Shen Yi drew his sword. He coughed out a few times and quickly used his palm to cover his mouth. By the looks of it, his palm was already full of blood. Immediately, two men in black leaped forward to kill him.

The martial arts of the black clothed men were all strange and varied, different and in a different body. They were not even from a proper sect. From the strange weapons in their hands, it was clear that they were not from the same sect. All of them were experts in martial arts and were unorthodox techniques. Where did all of these evil experts come from? Who had such a deep grudge against Wu Shan? All the disciples of the Wushan Sect, including Shen Yi, could not come up with a solution. Shen Yi himself also did not know who he had provoked. Could it be Liu Feng? Only Liu Feng seemed to harbor hatred in her heart. Although Liu Feng was ruthless, he still openly did those cruel things. Why did he pretend to be a masked man? Today's battle formation had the potential to silence everyone. This was an attempt to destroy the Wu Mountain Sect and Shen Yi. Shen Yi knew that he could no longer afford to think about it. He and all his disciples' lives were at the edge of these berserk attacks.

One by one, they lost their lives under their fierce weapons. Even if they saw their own martial brothers falling one by one at their feet, none of them in the Wushan Faction ran away in fear, they swore to fight it with all their might, and Shen Yi saw their beloved disciple die one by one, feeling extremely saddened, the sword in his hand became more and more courageous, the sharp blade was like the mouth of an enraged beast as it rushed towards the enemy, injuring his arm, injuring their thighs, because the martial art of the black clothed men was extremely powerful, and it was very difficult for Shen Yi to kill them with this sword.

Death covered the entirety of Wushan. Blood was reflecting the light of the blazing sun. Spread out on the ground. The sound of a weapon hitting a stone board as it fell onto the ground, and the sound of a throat breaking tore apart the Witch Mountain Sect's uncontested world. Was such a calm silence the sign of his own death? The blood in the air was spreading to the evil, and the mouths filled with evil were gnawing at the innocent bodies.

Su Guangren, who was practicing martial arts in his room, heard the sound of weapons clashing outside, and he felt that there was something strange about the shouting. Usually, his junior brothers did not make such a noise, but after hearing it, Su Guangren, who felt that something was wrong, took out his swords and rushed out. When he saw the corpses of his junior brothers lying on the floor, and saw his master, who had blood flowing from his waist, fighting with a group of people, he exploded with anger. This scene made him explode with anger.

He stepped on the corpse of the black clothed man who was lying on the ground. Streaks of dazzling sunlight and bloody light shot out from the sword in his hand. The few remaining disciples of the Witch Mountain Sect and Hu Shaoyang once again formed a circle. Fresh blood flowed from their bodies, staining their noses, their trembling lips, and their every finger.

A meteor hammer came flying over and struck the back of the soldier closest to him, causing his body to be badly mangled. Blood spurted out and he fell to the ground. This sudden death caused everyone to panic even more. Hu Shaotian's eyes saw death approaching them. He raised his bloodied sword and stabbed towards the black-clothed man with the meteor hammer. Everyone followed suit and tried to kill him.

The sound of death.

"Shen Yi Quan's sword passed through the body of a black-clothed man, his hand was trembling. Young soldier Guangren, quickly leave. "

"If you want to leave, then let's go together." A heavy hammer smashed into the back of Hu Shaotian's head, and the sound of bone cracking could be heard. Blood sprayed from his mouth onto the black clothed man's eyes. The black clothed man wiped his eyes with all his might.

"Third junior brother." "Young soldier." The sound pierced through the sky as hatred and despair filled Su Guangren's entire body.

"Guang Ren, let's go." "Hurry up and leave." Perhaps it was because Shen Yi no longer wanted to see death. His eyes were filled with tears of despair, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the ground.

"Master." We'll go together. "Master." Su Guangren held his chest tightly and resisted the attacks coming from all directions. A long staff struck his chest, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Hurry up and leave." Quickly go find junior sister. "

"Master." Su Guangren stomped on the ground and flew out. He stomped on the head of a man in black and flew out of the wall. Someone immediately chased after him, but no one knew where Su Guangren went.

Shen Yi slapped the ground with one hand, his body spinning as the sword in his hand swept past the two men's legs, just in time to land on both sides of their chests. The man in black around Shen Yi had already taken two steps back, and Shen Yi had flipped his body over, crouching down on the ground with his hands still holding his sword, staring at the person in front of him with a murderous look in his eyes, when suddenly, the meteor hammer behind him flew towards him, blocking the sword in his hand, and struck the iron hammer on his back. Shen Yi used all his strength to pull out his sword from the metal chain. With a flip, the blade of the sword cut into the hammer wielding man's shoulder. Blood slowly flowed along the blade and dripped onto the ground. A sword pierced through Shen Yi Quan's body. He lowered his head to look at the sword that had pierced him, and a drop of blood slowly formed, dripping onto the ground. There was no sound around him as the sword was pulled out from his body. Shen Yi's entire body knelt onto the ground, producing a dull thud. He turned his head to look at the man in black who had pierced him with a sword. The man slowly pulled down the black cloth covering his face. That familiar face. That familiar smile. That once clear smile. That evil smile …