I was framed, but I suppressed the whole sect

Chapter 119: The Saint of Quiet Ink

When the remaining people saw this, their pupils couldn't help but shrink. How could they dare to attack? Some people's legs even trembled slightly.

The blood dripping from the branch in Fang Yun's hand told them that they were in big trouble today.

Even the Emerald Tiger couldn’t escape, how could they kill Fang Yun.

What's more, in their eyes, Fang Yun, who was standing there, had not moved from beginning to end. They couldn't even see Fang Yun's moves clearly. They and Fang Yun were not on the same level at all.

After looking at the three bodies on the ground, someone in the study growled, "Run."

The moment this voice rang out, no one hesitated at all. Regardless of whether they had just taken action or not, they all turned around and fled.

However, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared.

Heads flew out one after another, and none of them were spared and all were beheaded.

For a moment, the study was extremely quiet.

The old scholar, who had been lying on the bamboo chair, completely lost the indifferent look on his face and slowly sat up.

He stared at Fang Yun and said word by word: "Sir, what do you mean?"

"Many of these people did not accept the mission."

These killers were the backbone of the Blood Killing Tower. After this catastrophe, the Blood Killing Tower had no hope of rising again within the next hundred years.

There are even several of them who are the old scholar's direct disciples.

After hundreds of years of training and countless efforts, the old scholar was naturally angry when it was gone.

The provocations between the killer forces were just to determine the winner. There had never been anyone as murderous as Fang Yun.

After all, every killer is a talent and can be subdued.

"It's nothing special. I just think they deserve to die. They shouldn't be killers in the Blood Killing Building."

"Besides, many people died at their hands."

"As a killer, you should know that you could be killed at any time."

"By the way, they are too weak. It's your turn."

Fang Yun's gaze fell on the old scholar.

"Arrogant!"

boom.

A terrifying aura burst out from the old scholar's body. It was the aura of a holy realm.

At the same time, the old scholar also activated his sage domain, and the entire study became completely dark. At the same time, any sound in the study disappeared.

Fang Yun discovered that even if he snapped his fingers, no sound came out.

Seeing this, Xuanji Sword Saint's expression changed drastically, "It's him, he is the Jingmo Saint who disappeared for more than three hundred years."

Xuanji Sword Saint guessed the identity of the old scholar and wanted to remind Fang Yun, but found that no sound could be transmitted in the Jingmo field.

Xuanji Sword Master drew his sword and looked around vigilantly, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Saint Jingmo is an extremely dangerous person. Three hundred years ago, he was the lord of a holy land and a veteran saint.

This person should have died three hundred years ago, but he is still alive.

"Humph!"

Fang Yun was trapped in the field, but his expression was calm. There was not even a trace of change in his expression.

Jing Mo's domain was indeed terrifying, but under the power of the Heavenly Dao Divine Soul, it had nowhere to hide. Fang Yun's soul power directly locked onto the old scholar.

The old scholar had been observing Fang Yun and the other two. The moment Jing Mo's domain appeared, he sensed that Xuan Ji Sword Saint and Long Jun both had the aura of a saint. Even though Jing Mo's domain was powerful, he still looked extremely solemn when facing the three people.

The old scholar’s first target was Fang Yun.

The old scholar will not be at peace as long as Fang Yun is alive.

Silently, the old scholar came in front of Fang Yun and stabbed Fang Yun's heart directly with the rapier in his hand.

This sword is an ancient holy weapon obtained from the Demon King Hateful.

In order to kill with one blow, the old scholar did not dare to be careless. Not only did he use a rapier, he also poured all his strength into this sword.

As a killer, the old scholar knew the importance of the first strike.

With the blessing of the field, the old scholar moved very fast, but without any sound, and the rapier directly pierced Fang Yun's heart.

"die!"

A sneer appeared on the old scholar's lips.

At this distance, even if Fang Yun's strength was several times greater than his, he would have no chance of survival.

However, the next moment, the old scholar was stunned on the spot.

The old scholar was horrified to find that the rapier had been wielded with all his strength. The power of the holy weapon had been completely unleashed, but the rapier could not move forward an inch. It was blocked by an invisible force.

"impossible?"

The old scholar's eyes were full of shock.

Even if Fang Yun had a defensive holy weapon on him, he could not resist the rapier, which was an ancient holy weapon.

"You can die!"

Fang Yun sneered and punched out.

Heavenly Fist.

Seeing Fang Yun's powerful punch, the old scholar's expression changed drastically. In this punch, the old scholar felt the power to destroy the world. The old scholar had no defensive holy weapon, and his sword failed to work. He immediately turned the sword into a shield, trying to dissolve Fang Yun's punch.

boom.

There was a loud bang.

Fang Yun's powerful fist penetrated the rapier and fiercely hit the old scholar. The old saint's eyes were full of fear. Under Fang Yun's punch, his body exploded like a porcelain bottle.

Until his death, the old scholar still didn't know Fang Yun's realm.

The old scholar turned into blood mist, and Jing Mo's domain disappeared.

"Master, are you okay?"

Long Jun immediately looked at Fang Yun, his face full of worry.

Seeing Fang Yun was unharmed and hearing the metallic sound of the rapier falling to the ground, Long Jun's heart finally settled down.

"call······"

Seeing the rapier dropped to the ground, Sword Master Xuanji confirmed that the old scholar was dead, and his heart finally settled down.

"Master, shall we go back to the city next?"

Long Jun looked at Fang Yun and asked.

"A thief can steal for a thousand days, but you can't guard against thieves for a thousand days."

"Next, it's time to kill the Hateful Demon King."

"Let's go. The ghost's memory contains the location of the place where the Hateful Demon King was sealed. After dealing with the Hateful Demon King, we will return to Xueyue City."

When Dragon Lord received Fang Yun's order, his real body appeared immediately. As for Xuan Ji Sword Saint, Fang Yun did not let him follow, but let Xuan Ji Sword Saint return to Xue Yue City first. Although the Blood Killing Tower was destroyed, a top killer, the Straw Cloak Man, was missed.

Although it is only Yang Realm, it is still a big threat to Xueyue City.

The Dragon King was extremely fast and appeared six thousand miles away half a day later.

This is an endless blood-red plain. Legend has it that millions of powerful men once died here. Even after thousands of years, the earth is still blood-red.

Under Fang Yun's guidance, the Dragon King arrived in front of the Tianyuan on the Blood Plain.

According to the ghost's memory, the Demon King Hateful was practicing at the bottom of the Abyss. This was once the place where the Demon King Hateful was sealed, but now the seal has been broken.

This abyss in the sky is called the Burial Abyss.

No one knows how deep it is. It is extremely dark nearby, and the abyss can even swallow the sunlight. There are no living creatures within a hundred miles. This is a restricted area.

Fang Yun glanced at the Burial Sky Abyss and said calmly, "Go down, the Hateful Demon King is at the bottom of the abyss."