"Why are there people surrendering again? I never said that you can be spared from death if you surrender?" Xi Heng clicked his tongue and didn't want to pay any attention to him anymore. He approached and was ready to take his life. However, he thought about it and the raised sword still stopped in the air. Xi Heng asked casually: "What's your name?" "My humble name is Wang Qi..." The thin man, wearing coarse linen clothes and with messy hair, knelt on the ground and dared not look up. "You must not trust the Pure Fire Master anymore. You must devote yourself to the Great Dark Heaven and work for me." Xi Heng said simply, "If you dare not obey, I will chop off your head." "Long live the Great Dark Sky! Long live the ancestors of demons!" The man kowtowed repeatedly, and his head hit the ground like a drumstick. "Okay, pick up the knife on the ground and follow me to kill someone." "Kill, kill someone?!" The other person's legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground. "Don't you dare?" The man picked up the machete in panic, and even though he didn't dare, he nodded and said he dared.
"Forget it. You won't survive long even if you go on the battlefield." Xi Heng shook his head: "Just follow me and say you will surrender and I won't kill you. When you form an organization in the future, you can spread my faith for me and gather an army to attack the Scarlet Sky Goddess and the Pure Fire Sect." "Attack the Red Sky Goddess?" The other party was stunned again. …… Chapter 67: Dark Heaven Cult "Just do whatever you're told to do, don't ask any more questions." After Xi Heng spoke bluntly, he ignored this person. Turning around, he saw another group of pagans coming towards him after hearing the sound in the distance, so he continued to rush forward with swords in hand. As screams and panicked pleas for mercy rang out one after another, cultists from all over the city gathered together holding torches. The continuous drizzle wet the girl's hair, and the blood from the sword blade splashed on her already bright red clothes, adding a dull hue to her tight outerwear. laugh-- The sharp blade pierced through the flesh and blood, cutting off the bones and internal organs. When the corpse fell to the ground, a flower of blood bloomed, which slowly blossomed under the drizzle. The thin man named Wang Qi behind him followed desperately, but before he could shout "surrender" he saw that those living people had turned into corpses on the ground. After killing this wave, Xi Heng continued to move forward. The surrendered cultist was panting, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment. If he didn't try his best to make some contribution, he was afraid that his head would be chopped off again. By the third wave, before he had killed all the demons, he finally shouted to several people to surrender, kneel down, and change their beliefs. As time went by, more and more followers of the Jingming Sect gathered around him. Dozens of burning torches were swaying and running towards him from all directions. He became extremely panicked again. If the deacon who protects the religion knew that I had betrayed the Lord of Pure Fire, no matter how hard I tried to explain, it would be lip service and I would definitely be dragged up to the altar and burned alive. I don't know whether there were hundreds or thousands of believers who came. Wang Qi kept retreating, his legs trembling and his face showing despair.
The five believers around him who had joined the Great Dark Sky with him did the same and retreated one after another. Xi Heng at the front, on the other hand, curled up the corners of his mouth. It would be better to rush directly into the crowd than to chase them one by one like we did just now. She stood in the center of the wide square where the Jingming sect had preached before, waiting for groups of Jingming sect followers to gather around her. The firelight flickered and fluctuated, looking around like a ring of flaming stars. Gradually, countless enemies approached. Of the six judges who had originally said they had submitted to her as a demon and no longer believed in the Pure Fire Master, and had instead turned to the Lord of Black, four of them, seeing the strength of the Pure Fire followers around them, abandoned the dark and joined the light and ran back to the crowd of the Pure Fire Master. On the way, they pointed at Xi Heng and shouted: "Sir, Deacon! This woman in red is the demon from Dark Sky! Kill her now!" "Heh..." Xi Heng stared at these people coldly, and had already thought about how to disembowel them. When they were still fifty or sixty meters away, the cultists dressed in white and holding torches stopped and formed a big circle around Xi Heng. The fire continued to burn, illuminating the entire square. Slowly, a man walked out from the crowd of believers. He had a shiny bald head, a sturdy body covered by a white brocade robe, and a heavy sword hung on his back. His face was stern, his eyebrows were raised, and he stared at me fiercely: "Demon, today is the day you die!" "Oh?" Xi Heng looked at the other person's posture and felt that this person was only in the early stage of dark energy and would be beheaded by her within five moves. "You also have the magic of the Scarlet Sky Goddess?" After hearing this, the big man was even more certain that she was a demon. His face was filled with hatred, and he raised his right hand, drew his sword, and rushed over, shouting: "Take your life!" "You really dare to come." Xi Heng adopted the bloodline sword technique and stabbed out a blood nail at the beginning. A red line flashed across the sky and pointed directly at the enemy's neck. The opponent showed an alertness and sensitivity that was inconsistent with his appearance. He immediately raised his broad sword horizontally, and the black blade blocked the blood-nailing sword energy. Xi Heng put away his sword and suddenly raised it upwards. A vertical sword energy with extremely fast speed was cut by the opponent's sword. "I'm quite capable." Ordinary swordsmanship cannot cut through her sword energy. Even if the big sword passes through the center of the sword energy, it should split it into two pieces instead of breaking it directly. The power contained in the opponent's swordsmanship is obviously extremely strong. Get closer. Xi Heng took advantage of the moment when the enemy paused after swinging his sword, raised his sword and turned it into a thrust, still pointing directly at the throat. "The cuckoo weeps blood——" The opponent raised his sword violently and deflected her stabbing blade.
However, the killing range of the Red Line Sword is not just the length of the blade. When the red line at the front of the sword tip is picked up, it will cross the opponent's face. Blood spurted out as a red line flashed, and a sword mark was cut on the opponent's face with an eyeball by the barely visible red line. The severe pain and momentary blindness made him roar in anger. He swung his hands violently, risking his life, and swung his sword even faster. Xi Heng did not dodge or avoid, but instead stretched out his left hand forward: "flutter!" He pushed out his left palm, and rich blood energy rushed out from the palm, hitting the enemy's sword and the chest behind him. The big knife was pushed away by the blood, and the next moment the opponent opened his left hand and groaned. Before the blood hit it, the thick flames roared like a fire dragon and crashed into the surging blood. The flames and blood spread together in the roar, and the momentum became more and more powerful. The roaring flames seemed to be even more powerful, suppressing the Blood Surge Technique and slowly pushing towards Xi Heng. The girl snorted coldly, threw away the long sword with her right hand, looked at the inventory, grabbed the glowing red blood stone and pressed it on the back of her left hand. The power of the Blood Surge Technique suddenly increased a bit, overwhelming the invading fire dragon and smashing into the strong man with a bang. The bald man was hit so hard that his ribs collapsed and blood spurted out of his mouth. He was then knocked back more than 30 meters and fell to the ground like a dead fish. "That's it?" Xi Heng thought this guy was very capable, but it turns out he only relies on one spell. Her spiritual energy is quite abundant, so she will definitely not be weaker than anyone else in a head-on battle of spells. Even the so-called Goddess of the Red Sky they mentioned might not be able to defeat her in magic. Xi Heng clenched his left hand and withdrew it, then looked at the big man who was knocked away in the distance. Despite the fatal injuries, the man actually stood up with his body twisted. The big man coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and spat them onto the ground. He tried to raise his trembling right hand: "Kill her! This demon has no more spiritual power. Come on! Come on!" "Are you sure?" Xi Heng tilted his head. At first, the mortals around her were hesitant when facing this demon. However, as several warriors around the deacon of protection rushed forward first, ordinary believers followed closely. This group of cultists didn't know any of the formations used by the army to deal with warriors, nor did they have any threatening bows and crossbows. Many of them even held hayforks and shovels and rushed towards her aggressively. Xi Heng raised his hand to catch the shovel that was hitting him, then with a turn of his wrist, he threw the man into the crowd, smashing the couch like a bowling ball. Most of the people who collapsed one after another were holding sharp weapons, and any scratch or touch would leave a bloody mark. The group of believers had already been badly injured by their own weapons before they even got close. The next moment, Xi Heng grabbed the sword again and ran alone towards the place where the largest number of cultists gathered. The toes stepped on the ground, creating spider web cracks, and the sword slashed violently, with a line of blood immediately following.
The bloody sword energy roared and chopped off the waists of more than a dozen pagans who were only covered with a layer of coarse cloth like mowing grass, then passed through the crowd that fell like cut wheat, and then swung the sword from further behind. Every time the sword slashed, a head flew off, and every time the sword stabbed, blood gushed out. The fight lasted only a few breaths when five or six long swords pressed towards her from all directions. Xi Heng then bent down and stretched out five fingers. Her skeleton grew wildly and immediately became like a tree crown. "open!" She has become more and more proficient in using this spell. Countless skeletal branches first turned into shields to block the incoming blades, and then suddenly shattered and exploded, spraying countless bone fragments in all directions. Dozens of people fell to the ground with hideous faces and screaming in pain. This move is not as friendly and painless as using a sword. When the bones pierce into the flesh, there will be uncontrollable pain as the movement continues to stimulate the flesh. Suddenly, there were dozens of figures piled on the ground, twisting and screaming in pain. Xi Heng ignored him. After his Jinggu transformation exploded, he ran to the side and swung his sword wildly. Wherever the sword wind passes, it brings about bloody storm. Qi and blood continued to flow through his meridians, and Xi Heng's originally light red eyes gradually turned bright red. Her pupils reflected the bloody surroundings, as well as the roar of an ordinary mortal in front of her who was holding his weapon high and trying his best to fight her to the death. The drizzle falls on my cheeks, bringing a slight coolness. Xi Heng concentrated his attention and felt as if time had slowed down. Her own movements gradually slowed down, and the big knife that was about to fall on her head was even slower, as if she could just stretch out her hand and gently push the blade in another direction. The torches whistled in the wind, the raindrops hit the fire and made a hissing sound, beside me there were the whistling of knives cutting through the air and the shouts of fighting for their lives, and in the distance there were continuous screams of pain. “Everything is so slow…” Xi Heng realized that he seemed to have entered a rather special state. At this moment, she was no longer excited about killing and seeing blood, but instead felt calm. It was as if she was not in a fierce battlefield where people were fighting each other, but was sipping tea alone at a stone table under a mulberry tree - in an instant, her mood changed from being overwhelmed to being calm. In this state, the clear and peaceful mind will not be shaken in the slightest. Watching the blade falling in front of her, she could think of dozens of responses in an instant, and her body was able to complete them very smoothly. The sword blade was raised, cutting off the enemy's wrist, and then it turned again, with the tip of the sword resting on the side of the falling long sword. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword in the air was deflected. The white blade spun twice and chopped into the head of another person behind her. Xi Heng rolled his eyes, swung his sword back, and cut off another person's neck. The wound on the neck slowly opened up after the sword passed through, and the blood first overflowed for a while before spraying out.
Xi Heng exerted his strength to kick backwards, and a strong figure flew backwards as if hit by a truck. He knocked down more than a dozen people before he finally stopped and fell to the ground. "This state is really strange...but why is it like this? Could it be that my sword intent has been honed?" Xi Heng blocked the attack as he wished, thinking silently. After deflecting the enemy's broadsword, she put the long sword back, then turned her wrist and struck forward with a sword-breaking move - The sudden surge of sword wind blew down several people, and at the same time cut the necks of three people at a very clever angle.