Chapter 500: Seven Killing Disciples, Great Disaster for the World

"The Blood Sea Body is really strong."

"Although it has not yet reached the perfect blood rebirth, the regeneration of broken limbs is just a small matter."

"Even if the head is broken and the heart is broken, it can grow back." Zuo Fan used the Xiantian Lihuo Sword Technique to burn a Seven Killings disciple to charcoal, and the other party died completely.

A senior executive of Cang Yanfeng added: "If it is just like this, it is not scary. What is really scary is that these Seven Killings disciples are fearless."

"Many Seven Killings disciples have cultivated the true meaning of killing, and they are very cruel in battle, even if they have to pay any price to kill the enemy."

"Because of this incident, the major sects have suffered a lot of losses in clearing out the Seven Killings disciples."

Zuo Fan did not respond to this, but looked into the distance.

"Be careful, there is a very strong Seven Killings disciple approaching."

The Cang Yanfeng senior executive was also very surprised to hear this. This is not the first time they have surrounded and suppressed the Seven Killings disciples, but it is the first time they have heard the word "strong" from Zuo Fan.

"The sound of blood gushing and bones breaking is the best accompaniment to killing."

"Killing a disciple of killing is never a wrong thing, but if you do it, please be sure to celebrate for spreading the glory of killing."

"It is always appropriate to collect spoils from the defeated. Anyone who decorates his body with the bones of the enemy and drinks the blood of the enemy will realize the grace of killing."

"Mercy is an excuse for the cowardly. Don't let go of any prey, otherwise you will become the prey of killing."

A crazy and fanatical voice came over. The one who spoke was a madman, the most frightening person among the Seven Killing disciples.

The other party was wearing tattered clothes, looking like a beggar's clothes, and had various bones as decorations. The murderous aura emanating from his body made people's scalps numb.

"Let everyone stay away from here. It's a crazy beggar. He is not easy to deal with." Zuo Fan said coldly.

This is the first time he met this crazy beggar, but he has heard of his deeds.

Just like his nickname, he was just a crazy beggar at first, begging for food every day, living one day at a time.

Even if he was bullied, with his crazy mind, it was just a passing cloud.

Until a certain family that had been giving him alms was destroyed overnight, and no one was left alive, the crazy beggar obtained the "Blood Sea Killing Sutra".

On that day, the whole town was slaughtered by him.

His madness was very consistent with the "Blood Sea Killing Sutra", and he even realized the more crazy meaning of killing.

The crazy beggar was also the strongest disciple of the Seven Killers in the Yanghuang Sect.

Wherever he went, people were wiped out.

In Zuo Fan's eyes, this was simply a strong enemy. Apart from him, I am afraid that only the head of the sect, Xu Ziyang, could kill this crazy beggar.

The strength of other peak masters was not enough, and they would be killed by the crazy beggar in three rounds at most.

It can only be said that this "Blood Sea Killing Scripture" is too heaven-defying. Qi Sha Zhenren is extremely talented, but it's a pity that he doesn't use it in the right way.

This is why such a disaster has occurred.

As for whether the root cause is injustice, Zuo Fan also knows this, but he can't solve the injustice.

But if Qi Sha Zhenren didn't create this spiritual art, even if there was injustice, it wouldn't have led to so many deaths.

In the end, aren't ordinary people still the ones who suffer.

"The true body of the Flame Demon!" Zuo Fan transformed into the Flame Demon without hesitation, and the Lihuo Giant Sword appeared in his hand, and he chopped directly at the crazy beggar.

Although the crazy beggar was crazy, he became extremely calm when he encountered a battle.

His eyes were covered with blood, and the wriggling flesh and blood appeared on his body, turning into a layer of exoskeleton like armor.

A twisted and hideous killing knife easily blocked Zuo Fan's Lihuo Giant Sword.

The killing knife condensed by each of the Seven Killing disciples has a different style.

After all, it is formed by absorbing killing from one's own anger. Different anger naturally makes the killing knife different after it is formed.

"Blood, dazzling blood, the source of life." The crazy beggar muttered to himself, and the killing knife kept slashing at Zuo Fan in an extremely crazy way.

Zuo Fan resisted with the Lihuo Giant Sword, but after only nearly five seconds, his Lihuo Giant Sword was annihilated by the opponent's killing knife.

The killing knife, like a thorn, pierced Zuo Fan's chest.

Fortunately, he used the Flame Demon's true body and no longer had a physical body.

But the perception of pain still exists. At the moment when his chest was pierced, the pain stimulated his mind.

The killing desire brought by the Flame Demon's true body broke out in his mind in an instant.

At this moment, there was only the crazy beggar and the constantly emerging killing intent in Zuo Fan's eyes.

"Ant, you make me feel happy!" Zuo Fan said hoarsely, pulling the killing knife out of his chest.

The Lihuo giant sword condensed again, and a new round of battle began again.

But this time it was no longer Zuo Fan's consciousness that was dominant, but the killing consciousness that was dominant.

The battle between the Killing Flame Demon and the Seven Killing disciples officially started.

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Mu Can strolled on the mountain gate of Jinchanmen with the killing knife that seemed like a living thing.

All the disciples of Jinchanmen were killed in a casual manner, and all their blood was swallowed by his Seven Killing Knife.

Jinchanmen is not one of the nine major sects, and it is also a small sect among all the sects.

But even so, it is still a local emperor.

But today, this local tyrant ushered in their doomsday.

"Mu Can, this matter is indeed wrong for Zhuo Qun, we can give you an explanation." Bian Ze, the head of the Jinchan Sect, stood on the mountain gate, looking down at Mu Can who came up from the mountain road and said.

Beside him, there was a man and a woman.

The man was the disciple of the Jinchan Sect who had snatched away Mu Can's fiancee, and the woman was naturally Mu Can's ex-fiancee.

Mu Can stopped his hand, and the killing knife flashed back into his hand and wrapped around his arm.

"That's it?" Mu Can raised his eyebrows, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Not only the two of them, but also their families, kill them together and give you an explanation." Bian Ze's face was not very good when he said this.

His compromise this time made the Jinchan Sect lose face completely.

But there was no way. Mu Can became a disciple of the Seven Killings Sect, practicing the "Blood Sea Killing Sutra" with killing and blood. The killing intent he carried on his body could confirm that he was not the opponent's opponent.

It's a pity that he didn't get the spiritual arts content of "Blood Sea Killing Sutra", otherwise Bian Ze would definitely choose to change his cultivation.

The reputation of the Seven Killing disciples has long been spread all over the world, and even the nine major sects have suffered a lot of losses because of the Seven Killing disciples.

It is enough to confirm that this spiritual art is far better than the spiritual art of the Golden Cicada Sect.

So he was wondering if he could get this spiritual art from Mu Can.

As for relying on killing? It doesn't matter, isn't it just a different way of eating people.

Besides, if he doesn't change his cultivation and waits for the Seven Killing disciples to come to kill him, where will he get the strength to resist?

"Not enough, these are not enough." Mu Can's face showed a bloodthirsty smile.

This gave Bian Ze a bad premonition.

The Seven Killing disciples are extremely bloodthirsty, not caring about beauty or wealth, and even not caring about their own lives, but only thinking about killing.

"Then how do you want to leave my Golden Cicada Sect." Bian Ze gritted his teeth and continued to ask.

Mu Can touched his wriggling Seven Killing Blade and said jokingly, "That depends on the sincerity of Master Bian."

He naturally wanted to kill all the people in Jinchan Sect.

But he was also afraid. He didn't care about Master Bian Ze, but there were many people on the other side.

If he really wanted to fight directly, even if he would not be killed by the other side, he would be injured. Although he would recover quickly, it would consume blood and spiritual power.

So his idea was relatively simple. Let Bian Ze relax his vigilance, then kill the other side first, and then let Jinchan Sect fall into chaos.

Then the difficulty of killing next time will be much lower.

As for his ex-fiancée and the disciple of Jinchan Sect? He didn't care about them for a long time.

How can the so-called feelings and humiliation compare to killing?

"I don't ask for much, I just want to kill these two people myself. I think Master Bian won't refuse." As he said, Mu Can walked up the stairs slowly.

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Bian Ze had no doubt.

Until Mu Can came up to him, he used the killing knife to kill the two men into mummies.

Then Bian Ze continued to speak: "Since your great hatred has been..."

Just thinking about letting Mu Can leave, and then he secretly followed to ask for the "Blood Sea Killing Sutra", but before he could finish his words, Mu Can's killing knife suddenly rose up and pierced into his chest.

"You you." Bian Ze pointed at Mu Can, saying two yous in a row, and before he could say the subsequent accusatory words, he felt a burst of powerlessness.

The killing knife was devouring his vitality and blood, and made the spiritual power in his body completely out of control, and he couldn't do anything.

"No need for you, have a good journey, Master Bian." Blood light burst out from Mu Can's body.

Bian Ze turned into a mummified corpse in an instant, and the killing knife pierced through the opponent's chest, and then began to hunt other disciples of the Jinchan Sect.

These Jinchanmen disciples were not as good as Bian Ze, so when they were killed by the Killing Sword, they had no extra time to do other actions, and they died into mummies in an instant.

There is also an advantage to dying quickly, that is, it is not painful at all.

"Hahahaha, Jinchanmen, have you ever thought about this day?" Mu Can made a slightly crazy voice.

Thinking back to the time when Jinchanmen's words were enough to make a person's life fall to the bottom, Mu Can also wanted that kind of high privilege.

Although he did not get the corresponding privilege, it doesn't matter, he got a more powerful power than this privilege.

There is no need to rely on the sect, nor does it need reputation as support, as long as you keep killing and gain enough strength.

Looking at the chaotic Jinchanmen, the continuous killing and blood sucking made the Killing Sword and his blood sea body and blood spirit power start a new round of growth.

"Jinchanmen is just the beginning, the next one is Yujing Sect, I hope it won't be beaten to the punch by other Seven Killing disciples."