The Magician of Cultivation

The blood-red knife curtain formed by the 'sea of ​​blood and mountain of knives' suddenly expanded, enveloping more than a hundred people from the Black Bear Mercenary Group.

Blood mist continued to rise in the hall, and the sound of sharp blades piercing into bones could be heard, as well as creepy screams and pleas for mercy.

"Ah... my eyes, my eyes."

"Master Tan Lang, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"Boss, help!"

"Congratulations, Boss Xiong..."

Sun Xiaowei fell to his knees and trembled constantly, as if he was terrified.

However, there was a strange light flashing in his scarlet eyes from time to time, and his lips moved slightly, as if he was begging for mercy.

If you get closer, you can find that the sound he makes has an inexplicable melody, and there are also faint strange fluctuations around his body.

Tan Lang did not notice this scene, nor did Li Yu who was busy rescuing Liang Hai. He Xiong and the hundreds of people who were being slaughtered were completely unaware of it.

He Xiong finally managed to steady himself. A look of fear appeared on his face, but he was still determined to rush into the blood mist to save people.

This time he brought all the elite members of the Black Bear Mercenary Group. If they were all killed here, the mercenary group would be finished.

Not only will his decades of hard work be wasted, but the powerful people in Guyue Country who supported him will not let him go.

He Xiong endured the severe pain and straightened the dislocated ribs in his chest.

He took a deep breath, and the fighting spirit in his body surged. The khaki protective energy wrapped around his entire right hand and mace. Then he exerted force with his feet and rushed into the blood mist again.

From the time Tan Lang used the "Mountain of Knives and Sea of ​​Blood" to now, only three or four breaths of time had passed.

But when He Xiong rushed in, his pupils dilated instantly and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Everywhere you look, there are broken limbs and arms. The flowing blood has dyed the ground red, and the rising mist has also turned a bright red.

He Xiong felt warmth coming from his feet and couldn't help but look at the ground.

The blood on the ground seemed to be spreading magma, and the fine blood foam with a pungent smell of blood hit his face, making him turn pale.

It’s not that He Xiong hasn’t killed people before. On the contrary, there are hundreds of people who have died at his hands, if not thousands.

But he had never tried to chop more than a hundred people into small pieces like Tan Lang did, and he knew he couldn't do it in such a short time.

You have to know that those who were slaughtered like pigs and dogs were not ordinary people, but the elites he had trained over decades!

The weakest among them has also reached the strength of a warrior.

"Is this the peak strength of a great martial artist? Is this the Tan Lang who is said to be the best below the Martial King?"

He Xiong no longer cared about his image, and was so scared that he crawled out of the range of the "mountain of knives and sea of ​​blood".

He didn't dare to look at the blood mist in front of him, nor did he have the courage to fight Tan Lang again. His heart was already timid, and all he wanted to do now was to leave here quickly.

He Xiong's heart was filled with regret.

How great it would have been if he had not listened to Sun Xiaowei's instigation, if he had not brought all the elite members of the mercenary group!

But there is no medicine for regret in this world. If you want to fish in troubled waters, you must be prepared to get your hands burned.

"Sun Xiaowei..."

He Xiong suddenly raised his head and looked at Sun Xiaowei not far away with resentment.

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's all because of you, you son of a bitch. The Black Bear Mercenary Group is finished. I'm going to kill you."

He Xiong strode in front of Sun Xiaowei, and smashed the mace towards the latter's head with great force and a whistling evil wind.

If this blow hits him hard, not to mention Sun Xiaowei who is just an intermediate magician, even Tan Lang who is at the peak of the martial arts level would probably suffer the consequences.

bang~

The mace left an afterimage, but the moment it touched Sun Xiaowei's scalp, it suddenly stopped.

The contrast from extreme movement to extreme stillness caused He Xiong's already injured right wrist to snap, and the joint was actually broken.

"how is this possible?"

He Xiong opened his eyes wide, full of disbelief, and even ignored the piercing pain in his wrist.

"Hehehe... Captain He Xiong, I really want to thank you."

Sun Xiaowei's voice became sharp and piercing. Unlike the previous resentment and madness, this time there was only coldness in his voice, the kind of coldness that could freeze a person's soul.

His hands grew several times larger, with high protruding knuckles and long, pointed nails.

Sharp barbs grew at the arm joints, and the biceps bulged high and were several times thicker. They didn't look like human arms at all.

He Xiong's thick mace was held in his mutated right hand like a toothpick.

"However, you still need to make some final contributions, so be good..."

A bloodthirsty light flashed in Sun Xiaowei's eyes, and he waved his right hand casually.

"not good!"

He Xiong's face turned pale and he wanted to pull back, but his body was completely out of control.

His face turned pale instantly, and the only thing in his eyes was the mace that was getting bigger and bigger.

The physical body of a mid-stage great martial artist and his earth-type protective qi were smashed to pieces like paper in front of the mace that Sun Xiaowei wielded casually.

bang~

He Xiong exploded into a ball of blood mist, floating quietly in the air.