"Sword Pavilion disciples?! Does Sword Pavilion still have disciples?!"

"It's Su Lin, Su Qingyang's son. I remember him!"

"A mere junior speaks so arrogantly. No matter how strong he is, do you think he can stop us!"

Some panicked, while others were blinded by greed, shouting, "Don't bother with him! He can't protect this old man by himself! Li Xingtian is truly finished; take his head!"

"kill!!"

If someone wants to fight, they dare to draw their swords against the sword immortal, so why would they fear the name of a junior?

Swords and blades flashed with different lights, and the evil internal energy surged and spread. More people rushed towards Li Xingtian, using their best skills to kill the sword immortal!

"kill!!!"

Suddenly, a furious roar rose from the ground, and the sounds of battle grew even more ferocious, intense, and unstoppable!

Before the evil cultivators who were surrounding and killing Li Xingtian could react, those at the forefront had already turned into blood and severed limbs and were thrown into the air. Those at the back, who were not yet dead, stopped in their tracks in fear and looked on.

People saw it!

It was a disheveled man! He was only wearing tattered pants, looking as slovenly as a beggar, and holding a rusty, broken sword in his hand!

But he was still as fierce as a tiger or wolf, his body surging with a sinister sword light, as black as ink!

The broken sword in his hand was even more sinister; it was clearly an ordinary weapon made of common iron, yet it killed anyone who touched it! It injured anyone who grazed it!

Unstoppable! Anyone who stands in his way will be killed with a single sword strike! Without exception!

Even if there were hidden weapons to probe and attack, his muscles were as strong as metal, and under the cover of mysterious black internal energy, no poison could penetrate him!

In the blink of an eye, a number of the evil cultivators who had charged in had already fallen, and in the blink of an eye, half the street was filled with a gushing river of blood, flowing with a strong, pungent smell of blood!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

"Slaughter all humans, slaughter all beasts, slaughter all our enemies!!"

The beggar was screaming, his cries as shrill as a ghost, yet the sword in his hand was cunning and terrifying, unstoppable by ten thousand men, leaving countless drops of blood in his wake.

This man's martial arts skills are absolutely those of a world-renowned swordsman!

But who exactly is he?

The evil cultivator's dying breath created a gust of wind that swept away his black hair, revealing the man's ferocious expression and eyes shrouded in evil energy.

"Su Qingyang!!"

Someone was shouting wildly, in disbelief.

Once a righteous and awe-inspiring swordsman, a giant regarded by all the righteous sects as the next leader of the martial world, he has fallen to this state, more wicked than evil cultivators! More ghostly than monsters!

How can I start a new life if I don't cut ties with my past self?

If the world falls into evil, I will use my evil body to break the laws governing all living beings!

If the righteous sword cannot save me, then I will use the sword of evil! To grant me a new life! To save my sect!

"He...wasn't he crippled too?!"

Someone panicked and retreated step by step. It is said that this person had been rescued by Li Xingtian long ago and was already a cripple. But he was more invincible than before in order to reappear today!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

Su Qingyang continued to roar, his voice like a vengeful ghost, as he plunged into the crowd, killing countless people and letting the blood rain wash over him in order to break through the final bottleneck that was holding him back.

If he had hesitated before and had not truly taken that step, Su Qingyang was now holding nothing back!

The killing and bloodshed constantly stimulated his mind, making him step onto this path without any regret!

Repair the sword of evil!

Good and evil reside in my heart, the sword is my weapon!

Forget about right and wrong, just enjoy the killing to the fullest right now!

With Su Lin in sight, before he could even make a move, Su Qingyang alone had driven the entire street back in panic, their resistance as fragile as paper.

However, some were cunning and used their lightness skills to hide, attempting to sneak up on Li Xingtian from behind.

All we need to do is take down the Sword Immortal, and we'll make a fortune!

"go."

Su Lin gently flicked his sword finger, and a three-foot-long green sword flew out with a whoosh, slightly lifting the hem of his clothes.

A sword flashed with cold light, slashing through the air and causing three hundred blood flowers to bloom.

No one can hide within the range of Su Lin's divine sense unless it is a technique more advanced than the Immortal Dao system.

The matter of Jian Ge has been resolved in Jian Ge.

Su Lin doesn't need any immortal techniques he's cultivated, nor does he need to break his luck or use the Tang sword.

All I have is a three-foot-long green sword, a gift from my senior master, who is now dead. I will use his sword to kill him.

"Zhou Tian Sword Technique, Mountain and River Sword Style".

Su Lin looked around. His swordsmanship had reached a level that was almost divine. Without needing to use his sword fingers or spiritual light, his three-foot-long green peak transformed into ten thousand swords, which swept across the low sky and killed all the evil cultivators in the street on the spot!

All of them were fatal with a single sword strike, using the techniques of the Sword Pavilion!

The father and son, one above and one below, killed the evil cultivators in the blink of an eye, leaving them utterly defeated and unable to resist. The clever ones fled in terror, leaving behind only limbs and blood.

"Wow, young people work so fast."

Looking at the bloodstains on the street, Li Xingtian shook his head and regretfully put down his large ladle: "The wine jug isn't even full yet, we might not be able to drink it all before we go up the mountain."

"Grandpa, I still have some left, I can use it anytime."

"That's different. Local wine is still the best. I may never be able to taste this again."

Li Xingtian shook his head and looked at Xiao Linlin with a smile: "Even your senior sister might not be able to handle such bloodshed. Aren't you afraid?"

Xu Zhenshu, standing beside him, was already deathly pale and swaying precariously. The entire street reeked of a nauseating stench, and the blood was so thick that it was impossible to even step on it.

"I'm used to this kind of thing."

Xiao Linlin smiled and said, "What's this? I can kill many more people with a wave of my hand. This isn't even ten thousand yet. It's far too few."

"Oh, the little girl is bragging again, how shameless."

"No way! I'm really amazing. I've led my brother to victory in many great wars!"

"Oh, it can't be true unless I saw it with my own eyes."

Li Xingtian laughed heartily, joking with Xiao Lin as he casually stepped forward on his severed limb.

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