A whole new world unfolded before them, like a virgin land to be slaughtered, and the mercenaries' bodies were boiling with animal blood, and the urge to do whatever they wanted burned in their blood.

"Listen, everyone, the regiment commander has an order not to engage in private activities, and anyone who leaves the ten-mile range without the permission of the regiment commander will be killed. "There was a one-eyed and one-armed middle-aged man on the battleship, and on his shoulder stood a white dragon falcon, with a terrifying momentum.

This is the steward of the Black Blood Dragon Mercenary Regiment.

A ruthless and terrifying cun.

As soon as he spoke, the mercenaries all fell silent, and they didn't dare to make noise, obviously with high prestige.

But there was only one person, as if he had not heard the words of the steward, and walked away on his own.

This is a young man who looks to be in his early twenties.

He was dressed in a green shirt, his long black hair was thick like a waterfall, his figure was slender, his eyes were complicated with surprise, he looked at the surrounding Yiqiē, there was a strong affection on his face, and he whispered: "I'm back, I'm finally back again......"

He walked forward step by step, not paying any attention to the words of the one-eyed, one-armed steward.

"Whew!" The dragon falcon on the steward's shoulder flapped its wings and slashed through the void like a white lightning bolt.

"This kid is going to be out of luck. "There are mercenaries gloating.

Accustomed to seeing too many unruly mercenaries being torn to pieces by this dragon falcon with saint-level combat power, many old mercenaries have already regarded the young man in green shirt as a dead man, this time in order to invade the new world, the black blood dragon mercenary group recruited a lot of newcomers to come in, and these will definitely be regarded as cannon fodder newcomers, one by one, unruly, unruly, it is time to clean up one, kill chickens and show monkeys.

The white dragon falcon shook its wings, its eyes fixed on the cyan figure, and swooped down like a bolt of lightning, and there was thunder between its sharp claws, and even the void was twisted under these sharp claws.

The steward with one eye and a broken arm had a ruthless face, and a trace of cruelty flashed in the depths of his eyes.

If you don't listen to him, you die.

Otherwise, the mercenaries of the entire mercenary group wouldn't be against the sky?

Distance.

The young man didn't seem to sense the attack of the terrible dragon falcon, and still walked slowly step by step, it was early spring in the northern region, but the snow was still thick, giving people a kind of cold.

In an instant, the dragon falcon's claws almost grabbed his shoulder.

At this moment, the young man's shoulders shook slightly.

Shout!

A burst of sword light.

"Whew!" the dragon falcon screamed violently, and was hit by the sword light without any suspense, and with a bang, it turned into a blood mist in the sky and exploded, and the white feathers were scattered messily.

Spike!

In one blow, the Saint-level Dragon Falcon exploded.

The smiles on the faces of the mercenaries who were gloating and waiting to see the excitement froze.

The one-eyed and one-armed steward on the big ship also stayed in place for a moment.

This young man ...... It's so strong!

For a moment, no one dared to stop him again.

On the way here before, the mercenaries who had deliberately provoked the young man in embarrassment broke out in a cold sweat, only to know that they had walked around in the hands of death, if it weren't for the young man's unwillingness to deal with them, I was afraid that they would have died hundreds of times, right?

Including the ruthless steward, his eyes also narrowed slightly, losing the dragon falcon was a huge blow to him, because it was an important part of the steward's combat power, and there was a cold glint in his eyes, but he didn't make a move.

Because he had already seen that the young man's strength was too strong, and he was not an opponent at all.

Unless it's the head of the regiment who does it himself......

He looked back, and the door of the command cabin of the big ship was tightly closed, and the terrifying commander of the regiment did not say anything, and the steward did not believe that the captain did not see this scene, so there was only one explanation-

The head didn't want to mess with the boy either.

"What kind of guy did you bring to the Endless Continent!" the steward was even more surprised in his heart.

......

Less than half a day.

The figure of the black-haired young man in the green shirt appeared under the mountain gate of the Sword Sect.

He stood quietly on the edge of the sword-washing pool, looking up, his handsome face could not hide his excitement, but soon this excitement turned into a look of confusion, and the young man's face appeared solemn.

"How...... So few people?"

He was stunned.

Because he sensed that there were not many people on the mountain gate, there was a world of difference between it and the picture he imagined.

"Is it ......?"

He had bad feelings in his heart.

In the next moment, his figure flickered, and he came to the mountain gate in an instant.

In his memory, according to the control of the formation, it should now be the same as the climate of the outside world, it is the early spring when the trees are green and the grass is green, but now the season on the mountain gate is clearly bleak autumn.

The breeze blew and the dust was flying.

It seems that it has not been cleaned for too long, and the dust is everywhere, many of the martial arts houses have been connected to cobwebs, all kinds of weeds are overgrown, and even fat hares are scurrying around, some buildings have even collapsed, and the stone statues that originally stood are also covered with dust.

As far as the eye can see, it is a bleak scene.

"Empty?" The young man in Tsing Yi stood in place in a daze, the disappointment in his heart was indescribable, he suddenly thought of something, and a thrill in his heart shot like lightning towards the back mountain area.

It's a blink of an eye.

The aura here was a little more abundant, and the young man found that the garbage area in the back mountain was a little different from what he remembered, and there were many new buildings and halls, which were much better than the stinking environment of the past, which were obviously built later.

But the buildings are still dusty and cobwebs, apparently uninhabited for too long.

"There aren't many traces of the battle, it doesn't look like it's been invaded, but why is there no one anymore?" the young man said jokingly, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the garbage cliff in the back mountain.

Looking at it, he was a little sluggish.

Originally, it was supposed to be a bottomless crypt abyss, I remember that at that time, countless disciples of the Sword Asking Sect were forced to enter the abyss where the wind was howling to mine, but now the crypt abyss is gone, replaced by a huge pit, as if the entire back mountain has been hollowed out.

"The whole back mountain is gone...... Could it be that it was taken away by the people of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect?" The young man remembered what had happened, and he couldn't help but have a burning murderous intent in his heart, this time when he came back, he would definitely not let go of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect again.

It's just that at this time, he is more worried about the safety of the sect.

What happened here after I left?

At this moment, a cold glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Because of the wind coming from behind, three or four figures appeared, and their strength was extremely good, and they slowly forced over, not asking the people of the Sword Sect.

"Friend, I see that you have a very good face, come on, that sect member, what are you doing here?" The first middle-aged scribe with a gloomy face looked threatening, and looked at the young man with bad intentions.

The young man glanced at the three of them at random, looked at the huge pit in front of him, and said, "Who are you, why are you in my house?"

Your home?

The four of them were stunned for a moment, and then they seemed to realize something, and the middle-aged scribe at the head flashed a trace of joy in his eyes, and said, "You are asking the people of the Sword Sect?"

"Ask Fang Tianyi of the East Courtyard of the Sword Sect. The young man took the name very seriously, and for him it had a very special meaning.

"Fang Tianyi, I haven't heard of it," a bearded strong man sneered, and said: "However, since you are a person who asks the Sword Sect, then honestly tie your hands and arrest it, it is time for the Lao Tzu to make meritorious contributions, haha, after guarding for half a year, I finally waited for a miscellaneous fish." ”

Fang Tianyi's brows furrowed slightly, and he said, "Are you rounding up and asking the disciples of the Sword Sect?"

"Hahaha......" the bearded man smirked.

Shout!

A sword light came out of nowhere.

The four of them all felt a chill in front of them, their eyes were instantly invisible, and their eyes were stung by the bright sword light, and they were all shocked in their hearts, and they retreated as soon as possible.

When they could see the scene again, the three middle-aged scribes were horrified to see that the bearded man looked desperate, his huge body shook, his head rolled off, and blood arrows spurted out of his chest, and his body died.

"If so, die. Fang Tianyi said calmly.

If such a flamboyant and conceited words were said at the previous moment, it would definitely make the three middle-aged scribes disdainful, but at this time, they had a deterrent like a god of death, the strength of the middle-aged strong man was a saint-level intermediate level, and he was a top powerhouse within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, but he couldn't even take a move from this young man, and he was killed in an instant, and the other three asked themselves that even if their strength was a little stronger than that of the middle-aged strong man, they couldn't block the sword of the young man in the green shirt.

"Let's go!"

The middle-aged scribe let out a low cry and turned around to flee.

But in the next moment, he was shocked to find that an unprecedented terrifying aura was overwhelmed like the primeval mountains, and no matter how he urged the Xuan Qi in his body, he couldn't fly at all, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

What kind of power is this?

Could it be...... The breath of the Supreme of the Divine Realm?

The three saint-level powerhouses realized this, and their faces turned pale with fright, and there was no slightest luck in their hearts, thinking of the legend about the Ask Sword Sect, could it be that Ding Hao really moved the sect into the Immortal Realm, and this disciple of the Asking Sword Sect in front of him could it be that he came from the Immortal Realm? Otherwise, how could his strength be so terrifying?

"Who are you?" Fang Tianyi asked with his back to him and in a calm tone.

The three of them looked at each other and did not speak.

Fang Tianyi smiled slightly, a sword light roared, and the head of another saint-level powerhouse was cut off, since he was the enemy of the Sword Sect, then he would not have the slightest mercy when he made a move, the experience of the past few years made his heart as hard as iron.

"You...... We are the people of the [Qingchuan Palace], although Your Excellency's strength is strong, my [Qingchuan Palace] heritage is also ......" Another Saint Realm powerhouse roared in shock and anger.

Shout!

Another sword light.

Halfway through the man's words, his body was split in two, and he was completely killed before he could escape without even being able to escape.

The remaining middle-aged scribes were already trembling with fright.

How did you encounter such a killing god?