Martial Arts: 3000 Net Sword Slaves At The Start

The night was dark and silent.

A dark cloud drifted across the sky, revealing the bright moon hidden behind it.

This is a full moon, it is round and bright, without the slightest defect.

The white moonlight sprinkled from the sky, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the dark land.

Nangong Ye stood on the roof of an attic with his hands behind his back.

Standing behind him are Covering the Sun, Shocking Salamander, and Six Swordsmen.

"The moonlight tonight is very good, it is really a good day to kill people.

Nangong Ye muttered to himself and looked up to the front.

As far as the eye can see, there are pavilions, terraces and pavilions, Lin Li, cornices and corners. This is the gate of Fushan School.

Under the cover of night, Nangong Ye has led the net and sword slaves into the lair of the Fushan faction.

The bright moon hangs high, and this kind of moonlight is Nan Zhiye's favorite.

Why?

Because the moonlight tonight is very bright, killing people in such a bright moonlight, the blood sprayed by Feiyang can be seen very clearly.

It was a picture of flying blood on a moonlit night that few people understood.

The moonlight illuminated the dark roof of the attic, and I saw dense figures suddenly appeared on the originally empty roof.

These people hide in the darkness, hide the darkness, and use the darkness, as if they belonged to the darkness from birth.

A ripple invisible to the naked eye suddenly swayed in the air, this ripple is very weak, if you don't pay attention, you can't detect it at all.

And just after the ripples swayed, the black shadows on the roof moved at the same time, because this was a signal for them to act.

They were swift one by one, like ghosts, moving from one dark corner to another, without making any movement on the way.

Twelve disciples of the Fushan Sect who were on guard at night walked along a small path with lanterns. They didn't realize that behind a rockery, there was a death god with his throat cut.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Twelve blood flowers bloomed in the dark night, Sword Ray flashed and disappeared immediately.

In just an instant, the god of death completed the process of harvesting life.

The twelve Fushan faction disciples who were on duty at night fell on their backs clutching their throats. Until they died, they didn't know who killed them.

This kind of killing happened continuously in the Fushan School's mountain gate, but under the cover of the night, no one noticed it.

The net sword slaves are born to belong to the night, in this night, they hide their fangs, looking for opportunities, as long as they make a move, they will definitely kill someone.

The dark night is very quiet, and the Fushan School is also very quiet at night, so quiet that even a needle falling on the ground can be clearly heard.

However, so many people died without making a sound.

Inside the Great Hall of the Fushan School, the atmosphere was stagnant.

A few days ago, this Great Hall was full of seats, but now, there are only three people left: the head master Gu Gan, the elder elder Xiang Tuohai, and the third elder He Nan Feng.

The head of the sect, Gu Gan, had an uncertain expression on his face, and the faces of the eldest and second elders were also frosty.

"Nangong Ye! Nangong Ye!"

Gu Gan gritted his teeth and whispered, his eyes were almost devouring, and his body was covered with a thick murderous aura, as if wearing a coat made of murderous aura.

A total of seventeen Great Master Elders, leading thousands of core disciples and elite disciples of the Fushan Sect, went down the mountain together every day.

Such a huge force can't go back.

A few days ago, they were still alive.

But at this moment, they have become ghosts, and they are homeless ghosts.

Because until now, Gu Gan has not found their bodies.

A few days ago, under his order, seventeen Great Master Elders led their disciples down the mountain to hunt down the sword slaves.

This is already the backbone of the Fushan faction, and Gu Qian is confident that this move will definitely cause serious damage to the Luowang organization.

But in the end, he regretted it too much.

A few days ago, these seventeen teams still had news coming back, telling them what happened after they went down the mountain.

But today, there is not a single pigeon that flies back every day.

There is no news of the seventeen Grandmaster Elders, and the lives and deaths of thousands of disciples are unknown, as if they all disappeared together.

Gu Gan felt a faint uneasiness in his heart, so he sent several teams of disciples down the mountain to search for it.

But the result was the same as before, they all went away and never came back.

Gu Gan's heart sank gradually, and he knew that the most serious situation had happened.

At this moment, he had to tell himself that those people were dead, and the backbone of the Fushan faction had been wiped out by the net.

Gu Gan's heart is bleeding, this is all the elites of the Fushan School.

Now that they are all scattered, it means that the future of the Fushan School has been destroyed by Nangong Ye.

All sects on Rivers and Lakes know that the elite disciples in the sect are the future of a Sect.

If a sect wants to be strong for thousands of years, the most important thing is to recruit talented young disciples.

The royal family set out the list of hidden dragons and guided the young disciples of the various sects of Rivers and Lakes to kill each other. It is precisely this method that they want to use to eliminate the young disciples of each sect.

Gu Qian was extremely regretful at this moment, he regretted that he should not have been so impulsive, and sent his elite disciples to chase and kill the snare sword slave, but fell into Nangong Ye's trick.

By this moment, he had figured it out.

Nangong Ye hunted and killed people around the mountains before, just to anger them.

Only in this way, they will send a large number of disciples down the mountain to hunt down the Luowangjian slave and avenge the dead disciples.

However, this is the second trap that Nangong Ye has prepared long ago.

Gu Gan didn't know, he just stepped in.

He sent the elite of the door down the mountain, which is equivalent to sending sheep into the mouth of a tiger.

Nangong Ye didn't hold back at all, and directly let Zheri, Shocking Salamander, and Six Swordsmen divide their troops to lead the sword slaves under him to strangle them all.

At this point, the elite army of the Fushan faction was wiped out.

Gu Gan glanced at the empty Great Hall, feeling sad.

Now, only the three Grand Great Masters and some incompetent disciples are left in the entire Fushan School.

There are still two Great Masters and a group of Innate disciples guarding the core forbidden area, but those are the last remaining ones.

As for the surviving disciples, there are only third-rate and second-rate Realms.

This time, he didn't go down the mountain because of lack of strength, instead he saved his life.

It was precisely because these people were too weak that Nangong Ye was able to enter the Fushan School so easily without being noticed.

Seeing Gu Gan's murderous look, Yin Elder wanted to say something to Takumi.

Suddenly, a vague murderous aura floated in from outside the Great Hall, and the three people in the hall raised their heads at the same time.

What kind of characters are they? They are all peerless masters of the Grandmaster.

Although this murderous aura is weak and almost non-existent, how can it escape their perception?

"How dare you come to my Fushan faction to play wild!"

Big Elder Xiang Tuohai didn't hesitate at all, with a flash of figure, he rushed out of the hall in an instant.

He glanced angrily, and saw a dark place outside the hall, where a black shadow was massacring the disciples of the Fushan School.

There were no less than ten corpses lying on the ground.

From the murderous appearance to the moment when he rushed out of the palace gate, this black shadow had already killed so many people, which shows how fast and powerful this man's Sword Technique is.

Madman, die for me!"

Xiang Tuohai shouted angrily, directly crossed the space, and killed in front of the black shadow.

He didn't use any tricks, he just used Pentium's Internal Energy and struck out with one palm.

This is a furious blow from a Grand Great Master, how terrifying is its power?

Soi Ying didn't have any power to fight back, and was directly beaten into a blood mist.

At this moment, the head of 850 Gu Qian and the second Elder He Nan Feng also came to Xiang Tuohai's side.

Gu Gan asked, "Do you know who the murderer is?"

Xiang Tuohai said in a deep voice: "It should be the person who caught the net."

He Nan said angrily: "They actually dare to come, it just so happens that the old and new grudges are counted together!"

The three of them were full of murderous aura, and a murderous aura soared into the sky, almost condensing into substance.

They were worried that they couldn't find the net to take revenge, but they didn't expect the net to kill them.

Such blatantly breaking into the gate of the Fushan School at night, and wantonly killing people, did not take them To put in one's eyes at all.

On the other side, Nangong Ye stood on the roof and watched coldly, and naturally sensed the murderous intent of the three people.

He said indifferently: "Order all the sword slaves to wash the Fushan faction with blood, and leave no one behind!"

As soon as the words fell, Nangong Ye stepped out, and his body turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already on a roof a hundred meters away.

Hidden Sun Shocking Salamander and others also cast Qinggong Movement Technique one after another, following closely behind Nangong Ye.

Outside the Great Hall, mentioning Internal Energy to Takumi, he yelled, "There is an enemy attacking! Everyone fights the enemy with all their strength!"

The voice fell, and no one responded.

At this time, there were clear sounds of fighting and screams from all around the air, and the entire Fushan School was in chaos, with dead people everywhere.

Xiang Tuohai's angry roar awakened the disciples of the Fushan School, and now the Luowang Sword Slave has changed from assassination to a frontal fight.

ps: Next chapter: Chapter 69 Azure Dragon Claw, Extinction Palm

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