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"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of kicking became louder and louder, and each vibration was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

Until... a crack appeared on the smooth white stone wall.

Everyone's heart trembled.

The wall cracked, and the wall that dozens of people could not shake was broken.

What was going on inside, did those people unite together?

"Bang!"

With the last sound.

An arch-shaped white stone wall slowly fell to the ground.

The wall dust left by the bombardment of the outside monks was fanned by the fallen wall, rolling up a white mist.

Then, it was covered by the surging blood flowing out of the doorway.

A man, standing at the door in a shadowy figure.

The man looked a little hunched.

The strong smell of blood had already hit the face, and looking at that figure, everyone's heart was almost in their throat.

Although they didn't know what the situation was, with such a strong smell of blood, there must have been a bloody battle inside!

Before everyone had time to think, the person at the door had already stepped forward.

Many monks' throats rolled, staring at the slowly moving figure.

Even Fu Feng's expression was distorted.

Footsteps sounded, one step, one step...

The man behind the blood mist stepped out of the blood mist, and his true face appeared in front of everyone.

He had black hair draped over his shoulders, full of murderous aura, and stared at Taoist Fu Feng with his eyes shining with lightning.

His body was clearly divided, and his strong muscles, which looked like they were cut by knives and axes, were soaked in blood.

There were countless wounds of all sizes all over his body.

Every step he took would leave a sticky blood mark under his feet.

This image was like an evil ghost walking out of hell.

Although he was hunched over, he had a sense of standing tall.

What made everyone's heart stop was behind him.

He had a torn and bloody robe on his right shoulder, covering his arm.

He was holding a leg in his left hand, and a monk whose life or death was unknown was being dragged on the ground by him.

The monk who was dragged opened his hands wide, one of his arms was tied with a robe, and behind the robe was a person...

Fifty-two people were dragged out in a row.

A winding bloody road had formed behind him.

"Xu Shan?" Xia Feiguang was trembling and lost his voice, his face pale.

Not only him, but almost all the monks in the audience had such a look.

The tension of life and death brought by Fufeng was completely dispersed at this moment!

Replaced by shock and unwillingness.

How could it be him...How could it be him?

Golden elixir of the same level, one against fifty-two, a big win, a complete win!

Even in the ancient legends, no one has ever achieved such a brilliant record.

Although the strong men who came to Fufeng Cave to obtain the inheritance for the sake of profit, they also had a desire to win.

Ask yourself, being able to fight one against two or one against three is already a goal that ordinary monks look up to and envy.

But fighting one against fifty-two, and they are not ordinary hands...No one can do it, and no one dares to even think about it.

This is simply a myth!

Now the myth is alive and well in front of them. Not long ago, they were still talking and laughing with them.

Qi Lingshuang opened her cherry-like mouth slightly. She, who was always very cold, was also in shock at this moment.

Wu Ming's eyes bulged, afraid of missing a single detail from Xu Shan.

After entering this cave, he thought Xu Shan would solve the problem with his fists, but he didn't expect that he would use his mouth.

Originally thought that he would solve the problem with his mouth after entering the Baishi room, but now he actually used his fists!

I can't guess him at all... How did he do it?

The expression of the Fifth Refining Front was changing constantly, and his fists were almost bleeding.

The gap between him and Xu Shan was already big enough, and he knew it in his heart.

But he was confident that he could catch up with this gap.

Relying on the resources of his family, he still had the ability to quickly improve his realm before the Nascent Soul.

But now it is not as simple as the gap in realm.

Why can he be so strong... Can I still surpass him?

All the strong men present had mixed thoughts...the shame of falling behind, the awe of the strong, the surprise of Xu Shan.

The only thing they lost was the fear of death.

Fu Feng reacted the fastest, and laughed with thousands of emotions in his heart: "Wonderful! It's really wonderful..."

"Shut up! You have no right to speak!"

Xu Shan growled hoarsely and had already walked to the front of the pool.

He casually dropped the monk in his hand, straightened up and glanced at everyone, with a cold tone: "During the time I was away, who couldn't help fighting internally?"

Xu Shan's eyes locked on the black-clothed monk.

The man and Qi Lingshuang were still in a confrontation posture, and it was obvious that something was wrong.

Qi Lingshuang's personality and extremely calm mentality would not lose his composure.

Most likely, it was the man in front of him who was causing trouble.

Xu Shan asked, but no one dared to answer.

The black-clothed monk looked around guiltily and swallowed his saliva.

Xu Shan approached him, and the strong smell of blood filled his nose. He looked down at him and said, "Is it you?"

"I...I am! What do you want? No one can survive now, but Fufeng gave me back..."

"Pa!"

Xu Shan raised his hand and slapped him.

The black-robed monk didn't seem to expect Xu Shan to dare to attack him in this state, and he didn't dodge for a while.

There was a big bloody handprint on his face, and he looked at Xu Shan in a daze.

Xu Shan lowered his eyes and looked down, and his voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to spread throughout the audience: "I set up the Illuminati, not just talk."

"Since we are all brothers after joining the guild, we must abide by my rules. If one of us takes action, it will be against the rules. Now the situation is special. I will give you one chance. If it happens again... I will kill you."

"Do you understand?"

"I understand... I understand..." The black-clothed monk's face turned green and red.

"Stand aside!" Xu Shan shouted, and the black-clothed monk was startled and hurriedly dodged.

Fu Feng looked at Xu Shan with curiosity and interest, and did not want to interrupt.

Until he finished his lecture and walked towards him on the stairs beside the pond.

With eyes full of admiration, he said: "Xu Shan, you..."

"I told you to shut up, but it's not time for you to speak."

Xu Shan glanced at Fu Feng coldly.

Fu Feng was speechless, and did not get angry.

He just raised his long eyebrows, which was considered as tacit agreement.

He was not afraid of Xu Shan, but his instinct was to respect the strong.

He did not take the small Jindan monk seriously, but Xu Shan was undoubtedly the strongest among the strong.

He had set up a deadly game. The other party could fight their way out, so it was okay for him to say a few words.

Moreover, he also wanted to see what Xu Shan would do next.

Xu Shan turned around, faced everyone, and pointed at the monks who were tied together on the ground.

"These people can't distinguish between good and evil, and they dared to attack me. From now on, they will be expelled from the Illuminati! Help them heal their wounds, don't let Fu Feng, the old dog, get away with it. Even if you die, you have to die outside!"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Xia Feiguang took a step forward to check.

After a quick inspection, he was very nervous, gritted his teeth and hammered the ground hard.

Not dead... None of them died! They were just seriously injured and knocked unconscious.

One against fifty-two, only hurting but not killing, has Xu Shan not reached his limit?

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