When Hu Wanye used forbidden techniques to fight desperately, Chu Tian arrived.
But he arrived a step too late, the forbidden technique had already been activated, and it was too late to stop Hu Manye's impulse.
So he simply stood in mid-air, looking down at the movements below with cold eyes.
With his current foundation, as long as Hu Wanye did not die on the spot, even if he was torn to pieces, as long as there was a drop of essence and blood left, he could use the ancient divine elixir in the Zixiao Jinyang Furnace to rebuild his body.
Seeing that the blood sword spurted out by Hu Wanye was crushed by a palm, dozens of disciples from the five major families turned around and fled. Chu Tian shook his head, wrote down the names of these escaped disciples, and completely put them on the blacklist.
Out of respect for the five major families, Chu Tian will not expel them, and they can forget about getting any true teachings from Chu Tian in the future.
Hu Wanye, who was dying and had completely lost his cultivation, fell from a great height. Two Hu family disciples rushed up to catch him. The other disciples from the five major families who stayed behind lined up in a row to block Hu Wanye, looking at the Jianmen brothers with red eyes.
Hu Wanye turned his head with difficulty and shouted angrily at the fleeing fellow disciples: "It's fine if the others run away, but who among the Hu family members dares to escape in the middle of a battle?"
Among the many disciples who were fleeing, seven or eight of them, who were obviously much stronger than their fellow disciples, suddenly stopped. Their bodies were trembling slightly, and their faces were turning blue and red. In just two or three breaths, they suddenly turned around and rushed back to Hu Wanye.
"Disciples of the Hu family would rather die than bow their heads!" The faces of these disciples turned red, and they did not dare to look up at Hu Wanye. They rushed straight towards the brothers from the Jianmen family like wild bulls that had been stabbed in the buttocks.
"Stupid!" The three Sword Sect brothers sighed, "Being an ant is pathetic enough; being so stupid is not only pathetic, but also pitiful. As an ant, why would you actively seek death?"
With unparalleled arrogance and deliberately putting on a cold and majestic face, the three Jianmen brothers made the same movements, and pointed their fingers into sword gestures at three long sword lights in the air, which then split into a sky full of cold light and killed several Hu family disciples who were rushing back.
Chu Tian stood in mid-air and nodded with satisfaction. Very good. These members of the Hu family who dared to come back and fight, regardless of whether their behavior was stupid or not, the fact that they dared to come back to fight proved that they still had blood in them and were still good disciples of Han Cuiya!
With a sneer, Chu Tian waved his hand and threw down the heavy hammer that Zi Wanzhong had re-refined for him.
A dark, dull hammer fell from the sky with a terrifying roar. With a loud bang, the hammer expanded to a radius of a hundred feet and smashed heavily into the cold light created by the sword lights of the three Sword Sect brothers.
It was like a huge rock hitting a piece of tofu, and the cold light in the sky was shattered and turned into countless tiny points of light that flew away.
The three arrogant and condescending Jianmen brothers howled in unison, their faces suddenly turned pale, their skin so white that it was almost transparent, they vomited blood in large mouthfuls, and the other six holes in their seven orifices spurted out blood at the same time.
The disciples of Jianmen regard the sword as their life. Most of them only practice one sword in their entire life, and they will only have one sword to accompany them throughout their lives.
To them, a sword is half their life!
No, for many extreme disciples of the Sword Sect, swords are more important than their lives!
There are even disciples of Jianmen who have gone astray and abandoned their own physical bodies, using the sword as their body, and integrating their own souls into the sword, truly achieving the unity of man and sword!
Therefore, once the swords of the Jianmen disciples were damaged, the damage to them would be extremely severe.
The three powerful Jianmen brothers had blood gushing out of their seven orifices, and thin blood oozed out of their pores. Their meridians were shattered, their spiritual orifices and qi seas were all destroyed, and their injuries were several times more serious than Hu Wanye's.
They screamed in agony, their bodies and souls felt excruciating pain, and they fell to the ground like stones.
The other three Jianmen brothers roared in unison. They didn't even look at the three fellow disciples falling to the ground, but flew into the air with their swords at the same time and killed Chu Tian.
For the disciples of Jianmen, the so-called friendship between fellow apprentices and fellow disciples is not important and cannot be compared with the feelings between them and the swords they carry with them.
Therefore, the disciples of Jianmen are the most indifferent. They will not show any sympathy to the three defeated and useless fellow disciples. They will even despise these three poor losers.
The sword light pierced Chu Tian like a streak of silk.
The Hu Family disciples who had just desperately rushed towards the three Jianmen brothers stopped in their tracks and looked up in confusion. At the same time, they saw Chu Tian standing high in the sky, and the expressions on their faces became extremely exciting!
Hu Wanye and the several Han Cuiya disciples who were supporting him cheered in unison: "Master!"
Chu Yaya, Li Ling'er, and Li Xiu'er were frantically rescuing a group of little kids while screaming in unison: "Be careful!"
The Hancui Cliff disciples who had already fled dozens of miles away stopped and turned back to look at Chu Tian in astonishment. Their faces suddenly became ugly, as if Chu Tian had seen all of their actions of fleeing from the battlefield?
No sect likes those disciples who run away from the battlefield. You can run away from the battlefield today, but what about tomorrow? Faced with the threat of life and death, will you betray the sect without hesitation?
A group of people stopped where they were, feeling very awkward. They didn't dare to move forward or backward, and they all looked at Chu Tian with a blank mind.
Chu Tian laughed "hehe", and with a wave of his hand, the heavy hammer returned to his hand. A black light flashed, and an eight-sided hammer with a handle six feet long and a hammer head as big as a small water tank appeared in his hand.
Gripping the hammer handle tightly with both hands, Chu Tian swung the hammer downwards hard.
The three sword lights hit the heavy hammer at the same time, and three crisp "ding ding ding" sounds were heard. The three sword lights shattered into pieces, and the three Jianmen brothers vomited blood at the same time, just like the three fellow disciples just now. Their spiritual orifices and qi sea collapsed at the same time, and their meridians shattered into pieces. They fell from the air to the ground covered in blood.
On the ground, suddenly hundreds of sword lights flew up into the sky at the same time.
The Jianmen disciples, dressed in tight clothes and with their bodies transformed into rainbows, rushed up into the sky in panic and hurriedly caught the six defeated brothers.
“Senior Brother, Senior Brother!”
A group of Jianmen disciples screamed at the top of their lungs.
However, their natal flying swords were violently destroyed, and even the meridians near the tongues of the six Jianmen brothers were shattered by the backlash force. They didn't even have the strength to speak, and their bodies were limp and unable to move at all.
No matter how the group of fellow apprentices shook and shouted, the six Sword Gate brothers were like living dead and did not react at all.
All the Jianmen disciples cried out as if they had lost their parents, and finally raised their heads and stared at Chu Tian with murderous eyes.