Despair, fear, fear......

All kinds of negative emotions enveloped every Flying Dragon Valley disciple present, and some even collapsed to the ground in fright.

They looked at Li Xuedong as if they were watching a hellish Shura.

The reason why these disciples of the Flying Dragon Valley were so proud and high-spirited once upon a time was because they were the disciples of the Flying Dragon Valley, the first sect in the ancient martial arts realm of China.

Any disciple, even the lowest-level disciple, would be in awe of the disciples of other sects, even the elders, when they saw it, because of their sect.

But now they are burdened by this identity, because the Flying Dragon Valley has provoked a terrible man, a person who is enough to destroy the entire Flying Dragon Valley.

King Qin Wu and Qin Wuwei were so majestic and domineering, but in the end, they also died at the hands of Li Xuedong.

The remaining Flying Dragon Valley Elder's face was as pale as paper, his whole body trembled like chaff, and his eyes stared at Li Xuedong in horror and said, "Li ...... Li Xuedong, you have already killed our two valley masters, what else do you want to do?!"

Li Xuedong stood on the high platform of the Flying Dragon Hall Hall, and swept the disciples of the Flying Dragon Valley on the stage with cold eyes and said, "I think you should have heard of an idiom called cutting grass and eradicating roots, right?"

"You ......"

The yellow-clothed elder's face was extremely ugly, and he forcibly held back the fear in his heart and said, "No, we are the dignified Flying Dragon Valley, the first sect in China, you can't destroy us......

Swish!

A red light flashed, and the yellow-clothed elder who was still talking just now had already landed on his head, and spring-like blood spurted out instantly.

Li Xuedong glanced at the disciples of the Flying Dragon Valley below, and they were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

There were still more than 200 disciples of the Flying Dragon Valley in front of him, and although Li Xuedong could kill them all, he thought of something more resentful.

Li Xuedong stood on the high platform and smiled at the disciples of the Flying Dragon Valley who kowtowed to the audience: "Heaven has the virtue of a good life, I will give you a chance, if you want to live, take off the cultivation clothes of the Shura Sect on your body, step on me a few feet and spit a few mouthfuls, and then swear a poisonous oath to leave the Flying Dragon Valley, who can leave immediately." ”

As soon as the words fell, the crowd of people who kowtowed and begged for mercy immediately stopped their voices and looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

A disciple of Flying Dragon Valley who was hiding in the corner secretly took out a dart, and when Li Xuedong paid attention to the others, he stood up abruptly and shouted: "Li Xuedong, you dare to kill my father and uncle, I killed you, I want you to pay for their lives!"

Before the words fell, the young man directly threw a dart and stabbed Li Xuedong.

Li Xuedong stretched out his hand to pinch the dart that stabbed over, and glanced at the young man, and it was really quite similar to Qin Wuwei.

"It turned out to be Qin Wuwei's son, and he couldn't stay. ”

Li Xuedong sneered, waved his hand, and stabbed the young man in the forehead with a dart brush, and the man snorted at the time, and then fell to the ground and died.

Seeing Qin Wuwei's son killed, the Flying Dragon Valley disciples kneeling on the floor of the hall immediately rushed to take off their cultivation clothes one by one like dominoes that had been pushed down, stepped on them a few times and spat as if they were killing their father's enemy, and then swore a poisonous oath to the sky with their right palm to leave the Flying Dragon Valley.

All the disciples who swore to leave the Flying Dragon Valley were immediately ordered by Li Xuedong to leave the Flying Dragon Valley, and those who were still lucky and hesitated, Li Xuedong directly used the flying sword to kill them all.

The entire Wyvern Valley no longer has the value of existence, and has become an ownerless valley.

Li Xuedong directly burned the Flying Dragon Valley with a fire, and then picked up the Chixiao Flying Sword and stabbed six big characters on the mountain wall in front of the Flying Dragon Valley, "Gu Exterminator, Li Xuedong".

The reason why Li Xuedong left his name was that he wanted to warn those who were about to make a move, just don't provoke him Li Xuedong, if anyone wants to provoke him or his relatives and friends, it is best to weigh their own weight and see if they are more beaten than Feilong Valley.

The fires of Wyvern Valley burned for a day and a night until the last piece of wood was burned to ashes.

Since this fire, the news of the destruction of the Flying Dragon Valley has instantly spread throughout the ancient martial arts world of China, along with the name Li Xuedong.

Li Xuedong wanted to know who the woman who broke into the treasure house of Feilong Valley last night was, and he came to the place where she was lost to search, but he didn't find any trace of the woman.

Not far ahead is a county town of considerable size, and he was a little hungry just now, so Li Xuedong went to a restaurant that looked pretty good to eat, and took a rest by the way.

Li Xuedong walked into the box, ordered a few dishes and rested on the sofa.

"Big brother, I heard that Zixiaguan not only has precious pills, but also many delicate little beauties. ”

Just when Li Xuedong closed his eyes and rested, a man's voice came from behind the wall behind him, and his tone was extremely lewd, just by listening to the voice, he knew that he was not a good person.

Li Xuedong didn't have a habit of eavesdropping on other people's conversations, but the person on the wall behind him was talking too loudly and was heard by him.

The three words Zixiaguan made Li Xuedong's originally closed eyes open.

Isn't Zixiaguan Xia Xiyan's sect, who is the person behind this wall, and what do you want to do to Zixiaguan?!

It was about Xia Xiyan, Li Xuedong couldn't ignore it, he secretly opened his spiritual eye, and immediately saw the people in the box next door through the wall.

The furnishings in the box next door are similar to Li Xuedong's, but they are more spacious, and there are three people sitting around a table, and the person who said the obscene words just now is a bald head, about thirty years old, a little cross-eyed, with a sparse and untidy beard, and when it comes to beautiful women, saliva is about to roll down.

Sitting on the left side of the bald man was a gloomy-looking man, who didn't talk much, just kept eating with vegetables, echoing a few words from time to time, and was called his biological brother by the bald man.

And the man sitting on the right side of the bald man, that is, the upper position, looks quite strong, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a long knife pinned between his feet, the knife edge is stained with blood, it seems that this knife has killed people.

This man with a tiger's back is the eldest brother in the mouth of the bald man, and occasionally calls him Brother Tiger.

Brother Hu took a piece of beef with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it indiscriminately, looked at the bald head and said, "This time, we pretended to be a disciple of Shanhai to trade with the people of Zixia Temple, and both of you will have to close your mouth for me at that time, so as not to arouse their suspicion, do you hear?"

The bald man and the gloomy man immediately agreed, saying that they would never ruin their plan.

Li Xuedong pricked up his ears to listen to the conversation between them, and after listening for half an hour, he probably also learned the true origin of these three people.

It turned out that they were a gang of bandits.

What is a bandit, it is a bandit composed of some ancient martial arts cultivators who have no way or faction, and they do all kinds of evil things by robbing homes and houses, just like the mountain bandits in ancient times.

(End of chapter)