Chapter 447 Killing Machine
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Tie Zhong
More than a dozen Royal Airships came from all directions.
The flying boat carried at least three or four hundred people, and all of these people were elite fighters from the Iron Stone Society.
Everyone's cultivation base is quite strong, and there are even several first-class powerhouses at the level of Martial Kings, who are the leaders of various patrol teams.
With so many people rushing madly together, the momentum is naturally incomparably astonishing.
As the flying boats roared and sprinted at full speed, gusts of wind and waves rippling in the surrounding void, crushing towards Wei Yi like mountains and seas.
Wei Yi still stood on the top of the mountain, watching the scene in front of him expressionlessly.
Even in the face of so many people roaring and attacking together, his expression did not change at all.
"It seems that there are quite a few people here."
"What that guy said just now shouldn't be a lie. The Iron Stone Club should really be determined to deal with me."
"In this case, I don't have to be polite."
While speaking, there was a cold light in Wei Yi's eyes, and the five fingers of his right hand slowly clenched the hilt of Chengying Sword.
The surging true energy in the dantian surged out crazily, and quickly instilled into the inside of the sword body, and the sword immediately burst into an astonishingly sharp aura.
Under the noon sun, the blade reflected an icy luster.
There is still a trace of residual blood dripping from the edge, which gives people a gloomy and cold feeling.
"He is Wei Yi, let's go together and kill him—"
I don't know who took the lead to yell, and soon everyone jumped off the flying boat, and then rushed towards Wei Yi at high speed.
"Kid, die for me!"
The one rushing to the front was a middle-aged man in a gray robe with a sullen expression, a second-rank martial king, holding a silver sword.
He was obviously better at body speed, and under the flickering figure, he quickly surpassed the people around him and rushed to Wei Yi first.
With an angry shout, the sword in his hand immediately stabbed out, and the tip of the sword trembled violently during the stabbing process, and suddenly a dozen uncertain lights and shadows appeared, completely covering Wei Yi's whole body.
It seemed that the scene of Wei Yi being pierced through his chest by his sword appeared next, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel excited and ecstatic.
If he could kill Wei Yi with his own hands, it would definitely be a great credit to him, and his status in the Iron Stone Society would also be greatly improved.
"For my future, boy, you go to hell—"
The middle-aged man's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the speed of the sword in his hand suddenly became three points faster.
"puff--"
This is the sound of the sword piercing the flesh, vaguely mixed with the sound of blood splattering.
But the person who was pierced in the chest was not Wei Yi, but the middle-aged man himself.
As soon as Chengying Sword passed through his chest, the violent sword energy strangled his internal organs, directly cutting off all his vitality.
The middle-aged man's eyes widened in disbelief.
But Wei Yi could no longer be seen in front of him, so he could only lower his head to look at his pierced chest, watching the scarlet blood flow out from his chest.
"Ah--"
A mocking smile appeared on his face.
Then, his body just fell down straight.
In fact, before his body fell down, Wei Yi had already passed him, without even looking at him for a second time, pouring his true energy into the sword, and immediately used the Three Thousand Swords Killing Technique.
In an instant, countless fierce sword auras swept forward and strangled, without any warning, coming at an astonishing speed. More than 20 people rushing to the front in this direction were enveloped by countless sword auras in the blink of an eye.
The screams continued, and no one escaped by chance. All of them died tragically under the strangulation of countless sword qi, turning into puddles of fleshy mud and blood.
Seeing this incomparably miserable scene, everyone present couldn't help but change their expressions, and at the same time couldn't help being filled with anger.
Faced with the siege of so many of them, Wei Yi not only did not choose to run away, but instead killed them so ruthlessly, no doubt he did not take them seriously at all.
Not only was it slapped in the face, but it was still crackling, and everyone couldn't help being angry.
"Boy, you are courting death!"
"Let's go together, don't keep any tricks, kill him!"
"Kill him quickly, otherwise we will be the unlucky ones. This kid is too dangerous."
Everyone roared angrily, and people from other directions also rushed over.
As the elite fighters of the Iron Stone Society, each of them not only has high cultivation and strength, but also has an extraordinary heart.
Even though they saw Wei Yilian killing many people, their expressions didn't change much, and they didn't have the thought of running away in fear.
The two sides fought together in the blink of an eye.
And it's hundreds of people vs one person.
But what is shocking is that instead of hundreds of people beating up one person, one person ran into the herd.
Wei Yi killed seven in and seven out of this crowd by himself.
Almost no one is his one-on-one enemy, even those few Martial King-level powerhouses are unable to resist when he secretly uses the sword of love, and they were beheaded by his sword one after another from the very beginning.
In less than two cups of tea, he killed almost half of the hundreds of people, and the rest finally became terrified.
No matter how tough their hearts were, they couldn't help being frightened in the face of such a situation.
Because even after killing so many people, the sword in Wei Yi's hand is still extremely sharp, and his momentum has not weakened in the slightest.
It feels like a cold machine that keeps killing and harvesting heads.
On the contrary, no one could cause him any harm. With Wei Yi's body movements running, very few people could keep up with his body movements.
Fortunately, there were a steady stream of other patrol teams joining in, but some were farther away and some were shorter, but after receiving the warning signal, everyone was rushing in this direction.
In their thinking, Wei Yi couldn't escape being surrounded by so many people from the Iron Stone Society. The only difference might be when he died.
Due to such a premise, everyone naturally did not hesitate, and rushed here one after another at a faster speed. To be precise, they all wanted to take the opportunity to share a share of the credit.
For Wei Yi, these people are all experience points delivered to them.
Every time he strikes, his experience value will increase by one point, so he will naturally not show mercy.
Such a killing continued under such bizarre circumstances.
More and more iron and stone warriors were beheaded by Wei Yi, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred...
As if there is no end at all.
The entire hillside was completely stained red with blood, and the extremely strong bloody smell permeated the entire area, like a Shura field.
The flying boat carried at least three or four hundred people, and all of these people were elite fighters from the Iron Stone Society.
Everyone's cultivation base is quite strong, and there are even several first-class powerhouses at the level of Martial Kings, who are the leaders of various patrol teams.
With so many people rushing madly together, the momentum is naturally incomparably astonishing.
As the flying boats roared and sprinted at full speed, gusts of wind and waves rippling in the surrounding void, crushing towards Wei Yi like mountains and seas.
Wei Yi still stood on the top of the mountain, watching the scene in front of him expressionlessly.
Even in the face of so many people roaring and attacking together, his expression did not change at all.
"It seems that there are quite a few people here."
"What that guy said just now shouldn't be a lie. The Iron Stone Club should really be determined to deal with me."
"In this case, I don't have to be polite."
While speaking, there was a cold light in Wei Yi's eyes, and the five fingers of his right hand slowly clenched the hilt of Chengying Sword.
The surging true energy in the dantian surged out crazily, and quickly instilled into the inside of the sword body, and the sword immediately burst into an astonishingly sharp aura.
Under the noon sun, the blade reflected an icy luster.
There is still a trace of residual blood dripping from the edge, which gives people a gloomy and cold feeling.
"He is Wei Yi, let's go together and kill him—"
I don't know who took the lead to yell, and soon everyone jumped off the flying boat, and then rushed towards Wei Yi at high speed.
"Kid, die for me!"
The one rushing to the front was a middle-aged man in a gray robe with a sullen expression, a second-rank martial king, holding a silver sword.
He was obviously better at body speed, and under the flickering figure, he quickly surpassed the people around him and rushed to Wei Yi first.
With an angry shout, the sword in his hand immediately stabbed out, and the tip of the sword trembled violently during the stabbing process, and suddenly a dozen uncertain lights and shadows appeared, completely covering Wei Yi's whole body.
It seemed that the scene of Wei Yi being pierced through his chest by his sword appeared next, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel excited and ecstatic.
If he could kill Wei Yi with his own hands, it would definitely be a great credit to him, and his status in the Iron Stone Society would also be greatly improved.
"For my future, boy, you go to hell—"
The middle-aged man's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the speed of the sword in his hand suddenly became three points faster.
"puff--"
This is the sound of the sword piercing the flesh, vaguely mixed with the sound of blood splattering.
But the person who was pierced in the chest was not Wei Yi, but the middle-aged man himself.
As soon as Chengying Sword passed through his chest, the violent sword energy strangled his internal organs, directly cutting off all his vitality.
The middle-aged man's eyes widened in disbelief.
But Wei Yi could no longer be seen in front of him, so he could only lower his head to look at his pierced chest, watching the scarlet blood flow out from his chest.
"Ah--"
A mocking smile appeared on his face.
Then, his body just fell down straight.
In fact, before his body fell down, Wei Yi had already passed him, without even looking at him for a second time, pouring his true energy into the sword, and immediately used the Three Thousand Swords Killing Technique.
In an instant, countless fierce sword auras swept forward and strangled, without any warning, coming at an astonishing speed. More than 20 people rushing to the front in this direction were enveloped by countless sword auras in the blink of an eye.
The screams continued, and no one escaped by chance. All of them died tragically under the strangulation of countless sword qi, turning into puddles of fleshy mud and blood.
Seeing this incomparably miserable scene, everyone present couldn't help but change their expressions, and at the same time couldn't help being filled with anger.
Faced with the siege of so many of them, Wei Yi not only did not choose to run away, but instead killed them so ruthlessly, no doubt he did not take them seriously at all.
Not only was it slapped in the face, but it was still crackling, and everyone couldn't help being angry.
"Boy, you are courting death!"
"Let's go together, don't keep any tricks, kill him!"
"Kill him quickly, otherwise we will be the unlucky ones. This kid is too dangerous."
Everyone roared angrily, and people from other directions also rushed over.
As the elite fighters of the Iron Stone Society, each of them not only has high cultivation and strength, but also has an extraordinary heart.
Even though they saw Wei Yilian killing many people, their expressions didn't change much, and they didn't have the thought of running away in fear.
The two sides fought together in the blink of an eye.
And it's hundreds of people vs one person.
But what is shocking is that instead of hundreds of people beating up one person, one person ran into the herd.
Wei Yi killed seven in and seven out of this crowd by himself.
Almost no one is his one-on-one enemy, even those few Martial King-level powerhouses are unable to resist when he secretly uses the sword of love, and they were beheaded by his sword one after another from the very beginning.
In less than two cups of tea, he killed almost half of the hundreds of people, and the rest finally became terrified.
No matter how tough their hearts were, they couldn't help being frightened in the face of such a situation.
Because even after killing so many people, the sword in Wei Yi's hand is still extremely sharp, and his momentum has not weakened in the slightest.
It feels like a cold machine that keeps killing and harvesting heads.
On the contrary, no one could cause him any harm. With Wei Yi's body movements running, very few people could keep up with his body movements.
Fortunately, there were a steady stream of other patrol teams joining in, but some were farther away and some were shorter, but after receiving the warning signal, everyone was rushing in this direction.
In their thinking, Wei Yi couldn't escape being surrounded by so many people from the Iron Stone Society. The only difference might be when he died.
Due to such a premise, everyone naturally did not hesitate, and rushed here one after another at a faster speed. To be precise, they all wanted to take the opportunity to share a share of the credit.
For Wei Yi, these people are all experience points delivered to them.
Every time he strikes, his experience value will increase by one point, so he will naturally not show mercy.
Such a killing continued under such bizarre circumstances.
More and more iron and stone warriors were beheaded by Wei Yi, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred...
As if there is no end at all.
The entire hillside was completely stained red with blood, and the extremely strong bloody smell permeated the entire area, like a Shura field.
