Chapter 130

Ning Chen just looked around at this time and found that there was a group of people fighting here.

Or it should not be said to be a battle, but a unilateral massacre.

I saw a group of noble and powerful spiritual practitioners slaughtering a group of monks.

"A bunch of cheap garbage, all cleaned up."

"What qualifications do they have to contend with us in the chaos of the moon?"

Said the rich man with scorn.

Hearing the four words of Haoyue disorderly, Ning Chen suddenly thought of the introduction of this place in the book: the empty remnant realm, the first training place of Haoyue state.

It is said that the vast moon chaos is a broken small world of emptiness, which forms its own boundary and opens up once a decade.

Every time it opens, countless spiritual practitioners come to experience.

In the chaos of the moon, there are many amazing opportunities.

Even if you don't come here by chance, you can get twice the result with half the effort if you can practice here for a period of time.

It's really full of aura, far more pure than the outside world.

However, Haoyue chaotic land is also known as the place of killing. In order to fight for opportunities, the weak have to be slaughtered and cleaned up first.

After all, with fewer people, more resources will be allocated.

Some strong teams will hunt and kill weak opponents first, especially the loose cultivators.

They began to look for opportunities when they were about to clean up.

Ningchen didn't expect that he would be transported to the moon chaos, but also just met the once-in-a-decade Haoyue chaotic opening.

And at the moment, I just saw a group of disciples of the aristocratic family being slaughtered and cleaned up.

In front of me, I saw corpses everywhere, blood flowing into a river, broken limbs and corpses... A very tragic picture.

The sound of the screams reverberated, and the cruel, happy laughter of the massacrers.

Whew, whew!

Suddenly, there are several sword light to ningchen.

The disciples of these aristocratic families regard Ning Chen as a free practice and should be disposed of at will.

These sword Qi, without any mercy, really want to take Ning Chen's life.

Ningchen's eyes flashed cold color.

The disciples of these aristocratic families regard the cultivation of scattered cultivation as mole ants, and they have to crush them to death.

Ning Chen leaned aside at will, and all the sword lights were lost.

"Why, this garbage boy can avoid our sword light."

Several disciples of the aristocratic family said in surprise.

They were really surprised that they had slaughtered all the way before, but none of them could avoid the sword light they had cut.

Ning Chen just avoided the attack that they thought must be killed, which really surprised them.

"It should be his luck. If you don't believe it, try more swords."

Another disciple of the aristocratic family laughs.

For them, the life of the monks can be erased in their laughter.

"I also think it's true that free practice is so rubbish. It's not only low level of cultivation, but also extremely inferior skills. It's totally vulnerable."

"Let's see who can cut the sword together."

"Ha ha, I prefer to cut his fifth limb and castrate him directly."

A group of disciples of the aristocratic family laughed and continued to kill with swords.

They completely ignore Ning Chen, only regard him as a pig and sheep to be slaughtered.

Poof, poof!

However, at the next moment, a big knife whirled to the extreme.

This group of disciples of the aristocratic family who are going to give their swords to ningchen were cut off their heads by the rotating machete before they could react.

Finally, the machete fell to the ground in front of Ning Chen.

This is a dark black machete. It is very huge and different from the machete seen in ningchen before.

At first glance, it is full of weight, and it needs extremely terrible power to lift it.

The amount of power needed to get rid of the effect of spinning in the air will only be more amazing.

Ning Chen thought that the person who used this dark machete must be a strong and tall man.

But the next moment, he saw a thin figure, floating on the handle of the machete.

Is it just a little girl?

The little girl stood on the handle of the machete, and the two were out of proportion.

"Boy, run away, I'll help you stop them."

The little girl stood on the handle of the machete with a clear and beautiful voice.

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