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"Let's do it!" I just want to try out the methods of cultivators! " Chen Ying no longer cared about the little girl leaving. His figure that stood with his hands behind his back appeared calm. Although there was killing intent in his eyes, he spoke indifferently.

Although his actions seemed arrogant and conceited, he was actually extremely meticulous. He was aware of his strengths and weaknesses. His strengths lay in his terrifying strength and abnormal recovery abilities, while his weaknesses lay in his lack of understanding of exquisite moves and lack of weapons. If he wanted to defeat his opponent, he would have to deal with a myriad of changes.

Although the teenager's words sounded tough, he didn't dare to act rashly. Most of his attention was focused on the little wolf floating in the air. He had personally witnessed the terrifying ability of the wolf cub to kill Zhao De without making a sound, and also the ability to dodge as though he was teleporting.

"Pretending to be ghosts!" One of the Qi Condensation, a middle-aged cultivator from the Zhao Zhuang faction sneered and took the initiative to attack.

Two rays of blue light that were more than ten feet long formed a cross.

"Good job!" Chen Ying thought. The golden light beneath his feet flashed continuously, causing a sonic boom. His body moved several meters to the side, and then like a ghost, he appeared beside his opponent. Unknowingly, his copper heavy sword had already been in his hand.

When had his opponent ever seen such a strange movement technique and a speed faster than sound before? He had no time to dodge and could only barely block with his saber! However, he did not expect that Chen Ying's sword strike would contain such terrifying power. One must know that a Qi Refining stage cultivator's full strength would not exceed 10,000 Jin, let alone hastily blocking it.

Over 50,000 jins of strength directly struck the opponent's body. With a 'kacha' sound, the bright saber broke into pieces, followed by a muffled sound. The peerless heavy sword, with unparalleled momentum, smashed into the opponent. The terrifying force had shattered the man's bones and left him without a single trace of life. He collapsed limply onto the ground like a pile of rotten meat. It was impossible to see his human form!

In an exchange between experts, victory and defeat would only be a split-second. The kind of intense speech, the type of battle in which a large amount of time was spent preparing for a major move, would only happen in movies and novels. In a battle in the Ninth Heaven, the enemy would not waste time talking to you, nor would they give you time to prepare a killing move!

Chen Ying's attack was simple, direct, and effective. It was a one hit kill move without any false moves. As long as one hit the target, the opponent would be slightly injured while the opponent would be badly hurt. However, in order to reach this step, one had to have a prerequisite — speed. Otherwise, it was like a giant cannon hitting mosquitoes; it was useless! This also proved a saying from Earth, "All martial arts in the world are invincible, only speed is invincible!"

"I killed someone!" Chen Ying thought in a daze, his eyes glazed over. When he brandished his heavy sword to chop down, he did not feel any psychological burden; however, when the dust settled and he looked at the bloodied corpse under his sword, his heart could no longer remain calm. This was not a cat or dog, nor was it a demon beast. It was a living person of its own kind! His body couldn't stop trembling!

However, no one noticed Chen Ying's expression. Everyone's eyes were focused on the figure that had fallen under his sword. Although the might of the sword did not reach the degree where everyone in the world would be shocked, it was still enough to intimidate the people of Zhao Zhuang and the rest. One of the old men trembled as he bowed to Chen Ying and said, "We have eyes that can't recognize Mt. Tai.

"Sure, leave your storage ring behind!" Chen Ying forced himself to remain calm, and before the old man could finish, he said lightly, and then he pointed his red copper greatsword at the cold-looking young man and said slowly: "And you, leave your treasure behind!"

"Don't even think about it! I'd rather fight to the death than throw away my armor! "

"Oh? Then let's continue fighting! " Chen Ying's voice was calm and emotionless.

"Xin'er, don't be rude!" Take off the Greencloud battle robe! " The old man scolded and spoke in an almost inaudible voice to the cold-looking youth, "If you leave the mountain unscathed, then your potential will be great. You can't just throw away your life for nothing!"

"Elder Zhao, I'm not willing to give up. If I retreat without a fight, there will definitely be demons in my heart. Even if I beg for my life today, it will be difficult to advance my cultivation in the future!" Then why don't I have a hearty battle? So what if I die? " The cold-looking teenager shook his head and laughed bitterly.

"Foolish!"

"Elder Zhao, I've made up my mind. Elder, please take your clansmen down the mountain!"

"I'm old now, so dying isn't much of a pity, but you're different. You're still young, and have a long road ahead of you. "Zhao Zhuang's men, get ready to fight!" There was fear in everyone's eyes, but none of them backed off.

At this moment, for the sake of the tribe, there was no retreat. So what if they died? From their point of view, it was hard to say who was right and who was wrong. This was the way of the world. The strong preyed on the weak! Survival of the fittest! However, in order to give their clansmen a better future, they did not retreat even though they knew they were no match …

The scene of him revealing his true feelings moved Chen Ying. He could not bear it any longer, but at some point, he felt pity for him. But very quickly, his heart became cold and merciless, "If I didn't coincidentally meet them, then what if there are so many innocent lives in the Mu Family Castle? Who would let them go? "And little girl …"

When he thought of the various humiliations that the little girl might suffer, Chenying's killing intent grew and surged uncontrollably.

"Besides, today, I pity them. In the future, who will pity me?" Chen Ying tried to find all sorts of excuses for his cold-blooded attitude.

The cold-looking teenager became silent as he looked at his tribesmen who didn't care about their lives. His firm heart began to waver, "I'm not afraid of death, but do I need so many tribesmen to die for me?" At this moment, he realized for the first time since he was young, what a clan was. He put down his pride and examined himself for the first time. He also understood why he cultivated.

"I have given you the treasure. I hope you will keep your word!"

"You have no bargaining power!"

The cold-looking teenager threw down his storage ring; he decisively took off his cyan battle robe and reluctantly caressed the cyan spear in his hand. As if he had made a great decision, he fiercely thrust the spear into the ground and said, "Elder Zhao, let's go!" He then left without looking back.

"Sir …" The old man wanted to say more.

"Let's go!" "How far away are you before I change my mind?"

No one was not afraid of death. If they had a choice, no one would choose a battle that had a slim chance of survival. Hearing Chen Ying's words, Zhao Zhuang and the others left as if they were fleeing …

"I don't know if it's right or wrong to spare them. They might be a threat to us, and they might even come for revenge. But I can't recklessly slaughter humans!" Looking at the fleeing figures, Chen Ying was filled with emotion. The person from Zhao Zhuang retreated as he weakly sat on the ground. His mind was filled with thoughts that could not be calmed for a long time. He laughed at himself and said, "It seems like killing people is not as simple as it is in the novels on TV!"

He thought of the feudal dynasty that had led many things for hundreds of years and thought of the perilous apocalyptic crisis that would quietly come to an end in these prosperous times. Gradually, he understood something, and his heart seemed to have been elevated, so he no longer hesitated on whether he was right or wrong. He chose to persevere and thought to himself, "The best way to protect himself is not to kill all dangers in the cradle, but to strengthen yourself in the middle of a storm! The strong should have the courage to be fearless. They should also have the magnanimity to use all the difficulties and dangers of the world as sharpening stones. They should grow up amidst the bloody rain and the bloody winds! When I am standing on the summit of the firmament, invincible and invincible, why should I be afraid of everything? "

After thinking everything through, he suddenly stood up and swept the battlefield in a rather joyful mood. He kept all the spoils into his storage ring, and then happily played with the green spear left behind by the cold-looking youth. He didn't discover that in the dark forest, a pair of pitch-black eyes were coldly staring at him …