Chapter 449: Escape (1)
At the northernmost part of the town, He Feicheng looked warily at the seriously injured people before him and asked, "What is your purpose in killing innocent people?"
The people on the opposite side were all wearing cloaks, and the person in the lead exuded the aura of a Nascent Soul stage. For this reason, the people surrounding them were very alert.
Wang Xu looked at them, his voice so hoarse that it was impossible to tell what the original tone was: "Innocent? These people are not innocent."
He Feicheng vaguely sensed something was wrong and said, "I don't understand what grudge you have with this sect, but mortals are always innocent."
Wangxu laughed hoarsely twice, and his expression under the cloak became increasingly cold.
The strongest person sent by Minglan Sect was a seventh-level Nascent Soul cultivator. He said coldly, "If you don't explain your purpose, we will kill you on the spot."
He tightly grasped the ordinary spirit sword in his hand and was not prepared to reveal his identity.
Not to mention that he had no evidence to prove the identities of those deceased people. Even if he did, who would allow him to reveal his identity? If he revealed his identity in this situation, at most his reputation would be damaged, but none of his disciples would survive.
He Feicheng immediately asked, "What is your purpose?"
Wang Xu said calmly: "Let's do it, there's nothing to say."
At the same time, he sent a message to other disciples, asking them to take advantage of the opportunity to escape.
He was the one whose heart was unstable, he was the one who pursued justice, and he should be the one to die, not these disciples who followed him wholeheartedly.
The disciples were all silent, and no one responded.
Wang Xu clenched his sword. How could he protect these people? If he took all the responsibility on himself, could he still protect them? A tarnished reputation didn't matter. The Sword Sect could always find a new young leader to minimize the losses.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but in the end there was no solution. Someone had to give an explanation, and the Sword Sect would not allow that person to be him, even if he was the one who made the decision.
It was at this moment that he clearly saw the helplessness of the sect leader.
Just when he decided to fight to the death, a faint voice reached his ears: "East."
Wangxu's body stiffened for a moment, and then he chose to strike first and defeat the enemy.
The Yuanying took a step forward and tried to stop him, his gesture revealing a nonchalant attitude.
He Feicheng immediately praised the disciple next to him: "See? This is the style of a Minglan Sect deacon."
The corners of Xu Zhiruo's mouth twitched secretly. After so many years, he still couldn't get used to He Feicheng's ability to flatter him whenever he could.
The elder's mood improved, at least his unhappiness about He Feicheng and Xing Wen leading the trip was dispelled.
Wang Xu on the opposite side took this opportunity to rush to the east.
The disciples on the east side were horrified and made way for them.
He Feicheng couldn't bear it and looked away. What a waste!
Fortunately, the elder rushed over. At this moment, Wangxu threw an explosive talisman over and actually stopped the elder's footsteps for a moment.
Tao Zi watched from afar and secretly sighed that Wang Xu was worthy of being the young master of the Sword Sect. Even ordinary talismans like the Explosion Talisman were drawn by a talisman cultivator at the Nascent Soul level.
At that moment of emotion, the senior's spiritual consciousness also covered the past silently.
Wangxu paused, glanced over here calmly, sent a message to his disciples, and then turned around and rushed back in the astonished eyes of everyone. He was able to fight on par with the seventh-level Nascent Soul with the strength of an early Nascent Soul.
The senior sighed, "Look at him, he's much stronger than you. But then again, he has a master, so he's definitely better than you at using other people's consciousness to fight."
Tao Zi replied with her spiritual sense: "The first master is trash; the second master, forget it, I don't know what to say; and there is a senior who is shouting that he wants to pass on his legacy to me, well... what can I do."
The senior was silent for half a minute, then said, "There's nothing we can do about it. Everyone has their own destiny. Just get used to it."
She was speechless. The words "everyone has their own destiny" were very true. At least the experience of the person next to her fully proved this.
Yue Qingya looked at Tao Zi with a bewildered look and asked in a voice transmission, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay. Is the formation set up?"
He replied, "It's all set up, just waiting for Wangxu to come."
Soon, the Sword Sect disciples rushed out, and the two of them could see more clearly: these disciples were all covered in blood, and some were even being carried by their fellow disciples as they fled, and it was unknown whether they were still alive.
Tao Zi sighed secretly and sent a message to the disciples: "Go east, stop when I tell you to."
Those disciples rushed forward blindly, and when they reached the place, they braked suddenly and stopped. At that time, Wangxu also rushed over, and not far away was the injured elder of Minglan Sect.
The elder's eyes were filled with gloom as he sneered, "So what if we can block you for a moment? We can still catch up."
Wangxu stood in front of the disciples, the sword in his hand stained with blood.
At this moment, a thick fog suddenly rose, and the figures of Wangxu and others began to blur.
The Nascent Soul's expression turned cold, and he rushed in without hesitation.
The senior appeared in the fog and joined forces with Wangxu to kill the Nascent Soul.
At this time, He Feicheng also appeared in front of the fog with his disciples.
Do you want to come in?
All the disciples chose not to go in, only Xu Zhiruo was ready to move, but was stopped by He Feicheng.
Tao Zi watched from afar and suddenly found it funny. Originally, Xing Feng was the weakest among all the peaks of Minglan Sect, but he was also the least fearless of death. Now, his strength has increased - several disciples in the Heart-beating Stage and the Spiritual Silence Stage are wearing the uniforms of the Xingtang, but why are they becoming more and more timid?
A quarter of an hour later, the fog dissipated and the body of the Nascent Soul lay on the ground. The blood on the sword in Wangxu's hand became thicker, and there was a drop of blood on the tip of the sword that was about to fall off.
Those disciples all took a deep breath and forced themselves not to retreat. On the contrary, He Feicheng, who seemed to be afraid of death, did not move and had no intention of retreating. A knife appeared in his hand.
Wang Xu looked at him and said, "If I say that everyone here is not normal, would you believe me?"
He Feicheng gripped the knife tightly and said with a smile, "I believe it."
Of course he didn't believe it, but in this situation, even if the other party said that the sun rises from the west, he had to say that he believed it.
Just when Tao Zi thought Wang Xu could walk out of here with a swagger, a sharp voice suddenly rang out from not far away: "You are really an expert at killing innocent people and calling a horse a zebra."
The elder's voice rang out: "The Nascent Soul is fully formed. Tao Zi, we made a mistake."
I should have thought of it earlier. If Wangxu was just injured, how could he not get out of this?
At this moment, Wang Xu's hoarse voice fell into her ears: "I don't know who you are, but please leave quickly. I can't and must not drag innocent people into this again."
Tao Zi stared at the place not far away. She was afraid that she could not retreat now, as the Nascent Soul over there seemed to have locked onto them.
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