He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

As Yang Guang finished speaking.

The golden giant sword phantom emitted a clear dragon's roar in mid-air.

Instead of crashing down like it split a mountain, it unexpectedly split into four pieces in mid-air.

Four three-foot-long golden qi swords, formed entirely from pure Taoist qi, hovered three inches above the heads of the four old monsters.

The sharpness revealed by the sword tip forced the massive blood pool below to stop boiling.

The surface of the blood was sharply cut by the qi, creating ripples.

The broken cane that the Bone Demon had raised halfway in the air froze completely.

On his old face, the hideous scar that resembled a centipede was twisted into a tangled mess, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

The old woman in the blood-stained clothes standing next to her had her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an adult's fist.

A strange, leaky bellows-like sound came from her throat. She tried to use a secret technique to escape, but found that her legs were nailed to the concrete, and she couldn't even move her little finger.

The two-faced scorpion's heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, were filled with terror.

The green poisonous mist, which was right in front of his mouth, was so frightened that he swallowed it back down.

The black-robed man's eyes, hidden beneath his mask, were wide open, bloodshot veins instantly spreading across the whites of his eyes, and he even forgot to breathe.

They never expected this!

An 18-year-old high school student has become so perverted.

With only a dozen or so fragments of the Longquan sword, not even a complete sword blade, he was able to unleash the second move of the Seven Star Longquan Sword.

Moreover, it is divided into four parts for precise control.

The terrifying pressure emanating from the four qi swords was like four invisible mountains, directly blocking all escape routes around them.

Completely unable to move.

This is not just an absolute crushing of hard power, but a shock that strikes straight to the soul.

This kind of authority, which could easily crush even the thought of resistance, was like a rusty iron chisel, directly chiseling open the nightmare that had been sealed in their minds for twenty years.

The man in the black robe was forcibly pulled back to that night twenty years ago.

At that time.

That man, just like now, stood on the high platform, holding the complete Seven Star Dragon Spring Sword in his hand.

However, the sword shadows that the man unleashed were not just four sword shadows, but a massive sword formation that covered the sky and blotted out the sun.

The golden light illuminated the night like a blinding day. Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, countless renowned and feared evil cultivators were instantly shredded into clumps of indissoluble blood mist.

That wasn't a battle of wits; it was a one-sided massacre.

And this moment.

Although Yang Guang had only produced four swords in front of him.

But for these few pieces of scrap, the weight of these four swords was far beyond their capabilities.

The things Yang Guang said when he pointed his finger at someone and cursed were absolutely correct.

In the eyes of that ruthless man back then, this group of people didn't even deserve to be looked at seriously.

Pure scraps.

If they weren't so weak that they couldn't even meet the threshold for that man to deliver a finishing blow, how could they have survived until now?

Those truly wicked and ruthless individuals and old poisoners were all wiped out on that rainy night.

It's fine now.

This group of survivors, barely clinging to life, are just bored and have deliberately come to deliver themselves to their deaths.

Originally, he thought the son would pay for the father's debts, and he would use this kid to vent his anger and sacrifice the flag.

As a result, the other person's son took a few pieces of scrap metal and rubbed them mercilessly on the ground.

The four veteran heretics stood frozen in place, like clay or wooden sculptures.

Even my heartbeat slowed down.

They had already sensed the approach of death.

A bone-chilling cold rushed from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads, freezing their meridians.

run?

What can we use to run?

Their energy was completely locked in; the slightest movement would slice them to pieces by the sharp sword energy hovering above their heads.

"go!"

Yang Guang casually pointed forward and handed it over, not giving them any time to give their last words.

Four golden swords flew out in a flash.

Without causing any exaggerated sonic boom, it passed right through the foreheads of the four of them without any hindrance.

The sword shadow pierced through the body, finally transforming into specks of dazzling golden light that dissipated into the air filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The abandoned crematorium was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Ah Zeng stood behind, large beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripping from his forehead.

It thudded onto the dusty ground.

He still held the black dagger he used in his desperate fight, maintaining a posture ready to charge forward and perish together with the enemy at any moment.

He was completely dumbfounded.

Bai Sheng lay prostrate on the ground, his hands tightly covering his head, his buttocks sticking up high, looking exactly like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

Two seconds later.

The half-bone cane in the old Bone Demon's hand clattered to the ground.

It makes a crisp sound.

Immediately afterward, his knees buckled, and he knelt down straight.

His head slammed heavily against the hard cement floor, and he never lifted it again.

Blood-Clad Granny, Two-Faced Scorpion, Man in Black Robe.

These three notorious evil cultivators, who had once stirred up bloodshed, also collapsed to the ground like mollusks with their skeletons removed.

They were piled up haphazardly at the edge of the blood pool.

Not a single external wound the size of a soybean could be found on the bodies of the four people.

Not a single drop of blood was shed.

But the murderous glint in their eyes vanished, and their bodies grew cold and stiff at a visible speed.

Yang Guang's four sword strikes did not actually slash at the physical body.

Instead, it directly pierced through their sea of ​​consciousness, instantly turning the three souls and seven spirits of these four old men into fine powder.

Utterly annihilated.

They weren't even given the chance to go down below to report to the judge and queue up.

Yang Guang has never been lenient with such heinous acts as skinning living people for refining.

I'm too lazy to talk to them about grand principles like "laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot."

A ritual to deliver the deceased?

Let the fat monk Chu Sheng go and strike the wooden fish. For Yang Guang, physical salvation is the only truth!

Yang Guang waved his hand.

The dozen or so fragments of the Longquan Sword, now devoid of the support of the Celestial Master's Qi, clattered and fell into his outstretched palm.

A cool, thick sensation came through.

He put the fragments back into the black wooden box with the yellow talisman on it and blew the dust off the surface.

This is really good stuff.

That fat monk named Chu Sheng only had a tiny shard the size of a fingernail in his hand, yet he still asked me for a favor.

He even had to raise them himself.

With so many now, how many favors would that require?

Yang Guang happily tucked the wooden box into the pocket of his faded sweatpants, and even patted it twice to confirm.

Only then did I feel at ease.

Turn around.

He walked toward Bai Sheng, who was still standing there.

He raised his leg and kicked Bai Sheng's upturned buttocks.

Stop pretending to be an ostrich.

"Get up, wash the floor, and collect the corpses."