This Cultivator Has A Dirty Heart

"Bang~"

There was a soft sound, and the moment the long sword stabbed Chen Luo's throat, Chen Luo's figure suddenly turned into a burst of black mist and disappeared in front of everyone.

The Sword Peak disciple pierced the air with his sword and fell into the black mist.

Before he could realize what was happening, the formation disciple not far away seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed drastically.

"Damn it! It's a phantom formation!"

"Run! There's a scam!"

As soon as he finished speaking, five or six crimson formations suddenly lit up in the black mist where the Jianfeng disciple was.

The moment he saw those formations, a look of fear suddenly appeared in the formation disciple's eyes, and a sense of powerlessness enveloped him.

The next second, the formation turned into thousands of blood-red murderous auras. They continued to blend together and turned into a blood-red tornado.

The Sword Peak disciple still wanted to resist, but before the long sword in his hand could be thrust out, he found that the sword body was already broken.

"Huh~"

A gust of wind blew by, and the blood tornado suddenly closed in. The disciple didn't even have time to scream in pain, and was completely cut into dozens of pieces of meat of various sizes by the blood tornado.

Seeing this scene, the remaining six people had frightened expressions in their eyes.

They didn't expect that Chen Luo had such a powerful power.

Just relying on the formation made them fall into this situation.

"No! I don't want to die! I don't want to die here!"

A disciple shouted, turned around and ran towards the outside of the formation, letting the killing formations cut his body wantonly.

And at this moment, in the killing array, a black killing array suddenly lit up with a black light.

The Formation Peak disciple noticed something immediately, with a look of fear in his eyes.

"do not move!"

He yelled, but the disciple didn't seem to hear him and continued running.

The next second, a black stream of light flew out and flew towards the disciple's throat.

"Pfft~"

Almost instantly, the black stream of light penetrated the disciple's throat, leaving a hole the size of a fist.

Only a small piece of meat on the back of his neck and the skin on his throat were left connecting his head and body. The meat on his spine and neck had turned into blood mist.

But the next second, the head lost its support and fell down. The force was not very strong, but it broke the fragile flesh connecting the body.

"Bang~"

His head hit the ground first and rolled several times on the ground. His eyes were wide open, as if he didn't know what was going on until he died.

"boom!"

His headless body also slowly fell down.

Seeing this scene, the remaining five people looked at each other with a look of fear in their eyes.

"Didn't Yang Qingchuan say that Chen Luo is only a Formation Master in the early stage of Rank Two? And his cultivation level is only Foundation Building Third Grade!"

"Why do I feel like he doesn't look like he's in the early stages of Rank Two?"

A disciple asked, his eyes full of fear.

"How about we surrender?"

The formation peak disciple said.

Chen Luo's strength is far more terrifying than they imagined!

When Yang Qingchuan approached them, he said that Chen Luo's cultivation level was only Foundation Building Third Grade. At most, he could add a Body Refining 2 forged iron bone and a Rank 2 initial formation mage.

But now it seems that Yang Qingchuan lied to them! He didn't tell them the truth at all!

The strength Chen Luo has shown before cannot be the Foundation Building Third Grade, at least it is between the Sixth Grade and the Seventh Grade. Moreover, he can control so many formations at once with such ease. This is at least a Rank Two peak formation master. , how could it be the early stage!

And he vaguely felt that even now, Chen Luo has not really shown his full strength.

If the information on the cultivation power and formation strength is wrong, then the Body Refining cultivation level may also be wrong.

Chen Luo's cultivation is probably many times stronger than they imagined.

Although he is still essentially a Foundation Building Stage monk, his strength is enough to compete with some Gold Core Five Sixth Grade monks in the sect.

Even if Yang Qingchuan comes in person, he may not be able to take advantage of Chen Luo!

Thinking of this, the formation peak disciple did not hesitate.

"Chen Luo! I surrender! I give up! Please spare me!"

"As long as you are willing to let me go, from now on, I will follow your lead!"

After hearing the words of the Formation Peak disciple, the other people were obviously hesitant.

It was good that they promised Yang Qingchuan to kill Chen Luo, but that was just because of their own interests.

They killed Chen Luo and Yang Qingchuan gave them benefits.

But now, let alone the benefits, whether they can even survive is a question. If there are benefits, they have to live to take them!

So after thinking for a while, the remaining people also planned to give up.

They didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the two dead disciples.

At this time, Chen Luo suddenly walked into the killing array from outside.

Wherever he went, the killing formations stopped one after another and stopped attacking.

Not long after, he walked up to the formation peak disciple.

When the formation peak disciple saw this scene, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Senior Brother Chen Luo! So much..."

The Formation Peak disciple was about to thank Chen Luo, but before he could say anything, he felt a stabbing pain in his abdomen.

Looking down, he saw a long sword in Chen Luo's hand that had pierced his abdomen.

"Why, why?"

The formation disciples looked at Chen Luo with confusion in their eyes.

Chen Luo smiled slightly.

"There are two kinds of people that I will never forgive in my life."

"One is the person who wants to kill me, whether it's a misunderstanding or a grudge."

"If you want to kill me, then be prepared to be killed by me. I may be late, but I will never be absent."

"The second type is those who run away from battle."

"You can jump from someone else's camp to mine in order to survive today. How can I believe that you won't jump from my camp to someone else's camp in order to survive in the future?"

"I know this kind of person very well, after all, I am such a person."

After saying that, Chen Luo pulled out the sword from his abdomen.

Then he swung his sword suddenly, cutting off his head and sending it flying out.

When several disciples not far away saw this scene, they looked at each other, and then seemed to have made some decision and rushed towards Chen Luo's direction.

Since Chen Luo is unwilling to give them a chance to live, then their only choice is to fight to the death with Chen Luo!

But Chen Luo looked at all this, but he just smiled and stood motionless.

When the disciples saw this scene, they almost stopped in unison.

They all still remember what happened to the Sword Peak disciple just now.

Could it be that Chen Luo standing here is just an illusion?

But when I turned around and thought, it was impossible.

If he was really just a phantom formation, how could he kill that formation peak disciple?

While everyone was thinking, they saw Chen Luo walking around again, walking towards the outside of the killing array.

Several people looked at this scene and hesitated.

But in the end, they made a decision, clenched the swords in their hands, and charged towards Chen Luo in a last-ditch effort!