Martial Arts: 3000 Net Sword Slaves At The Start

"May I ask who paid for the lives of everyone in my Huo Family Village?"

"My Huo family village has a lot of money, so I can pay twice the price."

At this time, Huo Tianqing already hated the guy who spent money to buy his life, and thought that if the mastermind was found out one day, he would definitely be torn to pieces.

"There's no need to delay, Master Huo."

"To kill people with a net, reputation is always the first priority, and the mission will not be changed just because of the price."

"Tonight is the time for Master Huo's death."

As soon as the words fell, a murderous aura erupted from the man, making everyone in Huojiazhuang stand on end.

They have never felt such a terrifying murderous aura, it is simply suffocating.

"You are Xuan Jian?!!!"

Under the reflection of the moonlight, Huo Tianqing finally saw clearly the two swords in the man's hand.

These two swords, one black and one white, the blades are as sharp as the moon, and the cold air is oppressive.

With just one glance, one can tell that this is a rare and famous sword in the world.

"Guessed right, but the only reward is Death!"

Xuan Jian raised his two swords.

"These two swords are named Xuan Jian, they are used to kill with the front blade, and to suppress the soul with the reverse blade."

"The black sword has killed 246 people, and the white sword has killed 358 people. If you can die under this sword, you will have no regrets in this life."

"Hehehe."

Huo Tianqing smiled desperately.

"I didn't expect that Xuan Jian, one of the three chiefs of Luo Wang, came to kill me in person. This is God's death."

The moment he learned that the person who came was Xuan Jian, Huo Tianqing had no hope of surviving.

Inside the dreaded net, there are three bosses, all of whom are peerless masters of the Grand Great Master Realm.

Xuan Jian holds black and white double swords and has killed countless people for five years. Even the Grand Great Master also fell 3 people under his hands.

Huo Tianqing is not a Grandmaster, how could he be Xuan Jian's opponent?

"You should be on your way, Master Huo."

As soon as the words fell, Xuan Jian disappeared in the same place in an instant, passing Huo Tianqing.

Huo Tianqing only saw the flash of Sword Ray, which was so intoxicatingly beautiful, and then a cool wind blew past his ears.

Next, in his line of sight, there was a scene of bright red blood spraying the sky.

Huo Tianqing's throat had been cut open, bleeding profusely.

Then, on his knees, he fell headfirst and lost his breath completely.

Xuan Jian kills people, even if he is a Grandmaster, he only needs one move!

"Dage!"

"The owner!"

Seeing that Huo Tianqing was killed, everyone screamed and roared.

However, Sword Ray reappeared in the arena, and his murderous intent came again.

Under Xuan Jian's black and white swords, everyone in Huojiazhuang let him slaughter them like ants.

Blooming blood flowers, paired with the bright moonlight, is like a beauty handed down from generation to generation.

Tonight, the black and white swords drank the blood of 38 people, and Xuan Jian's men added 38 new souls.

At the same time that Xuan Jian started, many killers in the village also started their killing actions.

The net kills people, and the strike is ruthless.

Many snare killers are like machines, facing the screams and begging for mercy, they have no sympathy.

Only to kill everyone in Huojiazhuang!

"puff!"

Xuan Jian cut the throat of Huo Tianqing's third brother Huo Tingfeng with a sword.

With the fall of the last person, none of the 279 people in Huojiazhuang has survived.

"My lord, the count is clear, there is no mistake in the number."

A snare killer knelt at Xuan Jian's feet and said respectfully.

This is a necessary process for the net operation. After killing people, verify the target and prevent mistakes.

This time Xuan Jian personally led the team to bloodbath Huojiazhuang.

So it must be ensured that none of the 279 people in Huojiazhuang slipped through the net.

"Okay, let's go."

After finishing speaking, Xuan Jian cut Huo Tianqing's neck on the ground with a sword.

His head shot up into the sky, was caught by a snare killer, and put into a black cloth bag.

This is proof that the mission has been completed and must be brought back by the Snare Killer.

"Old rules, leave a group of people behind and leave nothing behind."

After speaking, Xuan Jian led the team to leave.

Many black shadows flashed away in the dark night, one by one using Qinggong to hurry.

They looked like ghosts, swift as the wind, and quickly disappeared into the night.

As for the rest of the team, they started to search for the treasures of Huojiazhuang.

Not leaving an inch of grass means not letting go of any valuable items.

After the net wipes out people all over the house, it always wants to scrape the ground three feet!

.........

"Snapped!"

In an inn, a storyteller in his seventies slapped his gavel on the table.

"If you want to talk about this Huojiazhuang, it was originally a famous and powerful force in the Martial Forest of the Southern Region."

"However, it is really sad and deplorable that the family was wiped out overnight."

The old man shook his head and sighed, talking about this matter one by one, causing everyone in the audience to sigh.

"Hey, you old man, since you know it so well, do you know who the murderer who killed the family is?"

The one who spoke was a young man holding a sword in his arms. He had a handsome face, but he was only about twenty years old.

The expensive clothes look like they are carefully tailored, and they are either rich or noble.

"Yes, who is it?"

"What kind of enmity is there, insisting on killing people all over the house?"

"Such evil deeds are simply unacceptable."

There were also many people who were filled with righteous indignation in the audience and asked questions.

"Who the murderer is is actually clear at a glance, and there is no need to guess."

"That day, the guests who were the first to discover the Huojiazhuang tragedy knew who the murderer was when they saw the scene."

Speaking of this, the old storyteller made a fool of himself and kept silent.

Seeing this, the wealthy young man under the stage took out a gold ingot from his pocket and threw it on the storyteller's table.

In this way, the old man was able to continue speaking.

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