The Demon Lord has too many aliases

His hair is dark black, his face is pale, and his facial features are handsome and sharp, giving his facial features an aggressive aura.

The most heart-stopping thing was the young man's dark eyes, which were deep and calm, but seemed to regard everything in front of him as nothing.

Even though he looked ordinary and didn't show any evil and terrifying aura, and his appearance was considered to be the most favorable among the public, his eyes just looked at him calmly, and everyone couldn't help but stare at him. Holding your breath, you feel that in the other person's eyes, you are just a moving corpse, no different from dust, gravel, weeds and other dead things.

The young man's presence was so strong that everyone ignored the other two living people in the hall. They were shocked to silence for several breaths, and then they turned their attention and noticed the cold corpse at the opponent's feet.

The next moment, someone recognized the identity of the body.

"Is it the sect master?!" Someone shouted first, which immediately alerted the others and they all looked over.

"Really the sect master?" "The sect master is actually dead?!" Some were surprised, shocked, or unbelievable. Of course, there were also anger, joy, resentment... Many voices containing different emotions sounded at the same time.

Then a question arose in everyone's mind: Who killed him? And the answer is not difficult to understand.

After a commotion, these members of the Blood Refining Sect, who had been dominated by Zhao Zhongzhi's powerful strength and cold heart, all had to admit a fact.

——The leader who ruled the secret organization of the Blood Refining Sect is dead. He was killed by an unknown stranger in the Blood Refining Sect’s lair, and died in front of them! So next, will these former subordinates want to avenge the dead sect leader? In the chaotic crowd, many people looked at each other tacitly.

No kidding! They are neither loyal ministers and filial sons who follow the way of kings and ministers, nor are they the righteous people of famous families who pay attention to the orthodoxy of honor and status. They are people in the devil's way! In the devil's way, strength is the most respected and profit is the priority.

The so-called righteousness, honor, and morality are not enough to serve as criteria for restricting their actions.

Facing the death of the nominal leader, except for a few of Zhao Chongzhi's direct descendants who felt resentful and sad, others became excited, especially the two elders of the sect who had recently broken through to the second level of condensation, and their eyes were even more burning. Ambition.

The two suddenly realized: Since the sect leader is dead, as the being with the highest cultivation level in the Blood Refining Sect, wouldn't they have a chance to ascend to the throne? They were all veterans who had been around for many years. The people present could tell at a glance that the injuries on Zhao Chongzhi did not come from a frontal fight, but more like a secret attack that would kill him with one strike.

Therefore, they concluded that the person who took action had the same level of cultivation as him, or even slightly lower. Otherwise, why would they not dare to confront him head-on? This makes logical sense.

Even though they were shocked by Yan Weilou's aura not long ago, after deducing his true strength, these people's fear immediately dissipated and their confidence doubled: it turned out to be a paper tiger and a fake! After realizing that Yan Weilou was just a paper tiger, questions started to come: "You were the one who killed our sect leader?" "It was me.

"Many murderous eyes were cast on him. The young man in black looked calm and flipped the hilt of the sword in his hand casually. This was an ordinary long sword that he had just taken out from the Qiankun Ring.

Immediately, he shook his sword.

"I fell in love with the Blood Refining Sect, so I killed him.

" His tone was too plain, too arrogant, and too natural.

So much so that everyone almost didn't react.

When they realized what he meant, they all laughed in anger.

"What an arrogant boy! You want to take away my blood refining sect? Do you really think that we are all eating the king's rice?" In anger, the warriors of Tu Yuming's insight realm made a decision together.

——First deal with this outsider, and then compete for the position of leader based on strength.

So, they rushed forward aggressively.

Then, there is no more.

Although he has long regarded these people as his future coolies and does not want to kill too many people and waste resources, but since they are ignorant, Yan Weilou will not be soft-hearted.

In his past and present lives, what he was best at was killing people, and he never showed mercy.

The moment they rushed up, the young man who had been standing calmly in the center of the palace finally moved.

He took a step forward.

Like thunder in the sky, strong wind splitting the clouds, and endless murderous intent suddenly appeared in the quiet and peaceful palace - it was clear that nothing happened, but it was as if an illusion was born out of thin air in front of everyone's eyes.

This is caused by the huge soul gap between the two sides.

Yan Weilou no longer deliberately concealed the soul aura, and immediately suppressed the spiritual will of these people, causing frequent hallucinations and even dizziness for the weak.

Zheng - the long sword is unsheathed.

If we say that the moment before, he was like a calm deep sea, suppressing all dangers, only revealing his deep breath to warn the weak not to provoke.

So when those people rushed up without knowing their strength, the next moment he was like a silent deep sea suddenly setting off a violent wave, turning the howling wind and roaring ocean currents into incomparable power, destroying everything along the way. All obstacles were destroyed in the blink of an eye with attacks from all directions.

The young man's figure was so fast that numerous afterimages appeared in the space, and each afterimage was directed at a person.

The siege they thought was extremely powerful turned into a joke the moment the unknown boy in black actually took action.

This young man looks young, but he has extremely rich combat experience. He seems to have experienced hundreds of battles. Although the weapons in his hands are made of ordinary materials, he has the energy to continuously pull out various weapons from the Qiankun Ring, and each one is flexible. When used, it seems that all kinds of weapons are omnipotent.

Even though his weapons were consumed too much later, he, Wang Jian, faced the enemy with bare hands and still did not lose at all.

The young man's fists and feet with a layer of true energy are the sharpest weapons, and he can always accurately find everyone's weaknesses.

The more they fought, the more frightened they became.

... It is hard to imagine that this posture that is extremely skillful on the weak parts of the human body, and the posture of attacking ruthlessly and without mercy, could be made by a young man.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the top killer of the Dark Pavilion.

A warrior with good vision can tell at a glance that what he uses is not a powerful martial arts technique, but is closer to a battlefield fighting method.

There are no specific moves, each move is like a killing skill that has been refined over time. It does not pursue gorgeousness or good looks, but only pursues the fastest and simplest way to kill the enemy.

Everyone was at a loss for a moment.

Are they people in the devil's way, or is this one a person in the devil's way? In less than a quarter of an hour, a group of Blood Refining Sect warriors who rushed forward flew out in various directions in various postures.

Those with temporary fractures and ruptured internal organs were all minor injuries, and some had their hands and feet broken off. The few people who were loyal to Zhao Chongzhi and whose resentment could be seen at a glance were even beaten to death on the spot. generally.

This was because Yan Weilou gave up his sword and used his fists and kicks instead.

Otherwise there will be more casualties.

It was simply a textbook beating.

When the group of people lay on the ground, groaning and unable to speak a word, Yan Weilou slowly changed into Wang Jing's neat robe and looked around.

As the winner, the young man naturally declared: "From now on, including you, the Blood Refining Sect belongs to me.

" Others naturally did not dare to say another word. Instead, many flatterers immediately struggled to get up from the ground, endured the pain and knelt down on one knee, calling themselves Lord and swearing allegiance.