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After killing one person, Feng Wuchen did not stop. With a thought in his mind, he controlled the six swords and charged directly into the crowd.

"Only you ants dare to threaten to destroy my Fuyao Palace! Who gave you the courage!"

When he spoke, Feng Wuchen had already activated the Nine Tribulations Sword Intent and fired out several swords in succession.

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

Several more muffled sounds came.

In just the blink of an eye, several more heads fell to the ground.

"..."

At this moment, Feng Wuchen seemed like a god of death.

Regardless of the person's origin or cultivation level, the sword is drawn out simply and neatly. One sword blow is a head!

"stop!"

Seeing that all the low-level Heavenly Kings and Heavenly Lords were treated like cabbage by this guy, several Heavenly Kings later roared angrily, grabbed them with their big hands, and attacked him.

Feng Wuchen, however, had a fierce look in his eyes and was too lazy to fight with them. He rose up with his sword and charged directly into the large army.

Seeing the corpses on the ground in front of the mountain gate of Fuyao Palace, he was completely angry!

How innocent are these Fuyao Palace disciples?

Now, because of the greed of these people, they have ended up dead!

Since the other party killed his disciples in Fuyao Palace, why shouldn't he, as the senior of these disciples, slaughter the weak in the enemy's army?

"Don't leave!"

The few Heavenly Kings were about to chase after them when they saw a few afterimages flashing up. The next moment, Chu Hongxiu and others had already stopped them.

"Your opponent is us!"

Taking advantage of the fact that several heavenly kings were being held back in the later stages, Feng Wuchen was furious. One of them, with swords in his hand, had already charged into the crowd, killing the group of ants just like chopping melons and vegetables. With one strike of his sword, he had already harvested dozens of ants.

Head.

"You are just an ant! How dare you attack my Fuyao Palace? Take my sword! If you don't die, you will live!"

"you dare!"

Seeing Feng Wuchen slaughter like this, a middle-aged Heavenly King stepped forward with anger in his eyes, wanting to stop him.

"laugh!"

Feng Wuchen didn't say a word and directly drew his sword.

The next second, no one could even see his movements clearly. The head of the King of Heaven had already moved.

"You who are not afraid of death! Come and stop me! Whoever comes...whoever dies!..."
Chapter completed!