When Xiao Ling, the director of the Xiaozhen Martial Arts Academy, saw this scene outside, his eyes were extremely gloomy and his face looked very ugly.

"Looking at this person's actions, it seems that he is looking for someone from my Zhenwu Academy? Check it! Go check it out for me immediately! I want to see who this little mess is!"

"Thief, you are looking for death!" When the other seven or eight people from the Xiaozhen Martial Arts Academy rushed over, they happened to see the young disciple lying on the ground, tragic death.

They were all furious and surrounded Chen Xuan.

Of course, they were extremely afraid of Chen Xuan's magical sword slash. They all looked at Chen Xuan with great vigilance, their faces full of solemnity, and they did not dare to be careless at all.

Judging from their expressions, it was like seven or eight monks surrounding one person, but it was like they were surrounded by others.

This is not surprising. The secret methods of spiritual consciousness are extremely rare in the human world, not to mention that such powerful secret methods of spiritual consciousness as Chen Xuan used are even more rare.

They had never heard of the fact that their spiritual sense could be used in this way, exerting such powerful power, and they were very afraid of Chen Xuan.

"I'll give you a chance. Anyone who decides to betray Xiao Zhenwu Academy now and doesn't think he is a disciple of Xiao Zhenwu Academy, and he curses three times. Xiao Ling, the director of Xiao Zhenwu Academy, is a dog, so I can barely let his dog's life go!"

After hearing this, the few people were immediately despised. If they wanted them to betray the sect, they would have violated the rules of the sect, and they would have been chased by the entire Xiaozhen Martial Arts Academy, let alone scolding the dean Xiao Ling as a dog.

They can't agree to such a tragic thing!

A leading young man in yellow looked extremely cold, "Who are you? What kind of hatred do you have with me, Xiaozhenwu Academy?"

"What are the grudges? You don't deserve to know this." Chen Xuan looked calm.

The disciple was even more angry when he heard this, "Hmph! Although your spiritual sense is powerful, it may not be invincible. With the combined efforts of the eight people, we may not be able to kill you! Don't be too self-righteous!"

There was another sentence he didn't say. He thought that the eight of them could naturally kill Chen Xuan, but with the power and weirdness of the magical golden sword, they would definitely suffer heavy losses and die several people.

As for whom he died, he couldn't guarantee it.

So these disciples did not dare to take action rashly for a while!

Of course, they thought their lives were much more valuable than Chen Xuan. They killed the person in front of them and died, so there was nothing so stupid.

"It seems that you won't agree to the conditions I just made?" Chen Xuan asked, his voice already filled with a hint of coldness.

"Don't you think your conditions are too rude? I will never agree!" They said gritting their teeth. In fact, several people were already giving up, but unfortunately, the scenes in this secret realm can be seen outside.

Their Dean Xiao Ling was outside, staring straight at the water curtain!

If no one knew, someone would have done it as Chen Xuan said, but unfortunately it won’t work now.

"It seems that you are not enlightened. If I count to three and no one responds, you will all die!" Chen Xuan's voice was extremely cold, with a strong murderous intent, as if from Jiuyou Hell.

When the leading yellow-clothed disciple heard this, his face suddenly became extremely ferocious, "Boy, you are shameless! Brothers, let's go together and kill this arrogant thing!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill!" The few people roared, plucked their courage, and attacked Chen Xuan frantically. For a moment, the light of magical powers flew around.

"This kid has trained his spiritual sense to such an intensity. His body must be his weakness. We will find a way to rush to him and blow him into pieces!" The yellow-clothed disciple said coldly, and the others felt reasonable when they heard it. The eyes of Chen Xuan's body suddenly became extremely cold.

Seeing this, Chen Xuan sneered, his feet flashed, Bu Yong Jinlian's secret movement technique was used, and his whole person turned into a phantom!

In the eyes of these monks of Xiaozhen Martial Arts Academy, Chen Xuan was like an illusory shadow, and his speed was extremely fast. Every time they attacked, Chen Xuan could dodge in the flash.

"The Song of Ten Thousand Swords of God-Sense!" A light shout came from his mouth, and the God-Slaying Sword between Chen Xuan's eyebrows had already flew out. The golden sword shook slightly, and it suddenly transformed into two, transformed into four, transformed into eight... Finally, there were sixteen exactly the same golden swords appeared in front of Chen Xuan.

"Golden Thunder Infinite Sword!" Chen Xuan shouted softly. In the horrifying eyes of everyone, dozens of golden swords had turned into golden thunder and rushed towards the eyebrows of several people!

Boom boom boom boom!

Everyone felt that their head was hit by a sledgehammer, and they were dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

Under Chen Xuan's attack, one of the eight people had a broken head and died on the spot. The rest were bleeding from seven orifices, dizzy, and all stayed on the spot!

These people are much more powerful than the first group of people killed by Chen Xuan before. Even if they were hit by Chen Xuan's magical sword slash, their souls were only injured, and they fell into a short period of dullness and did not die directly.

Taking advantage of their stagnant moment, Chen Xuan stepped on the golden lotus in the void and turned into a phantom. He had already arrived in front of a disciple closest to him in one step. "Die!" Chen Xuan shouted softly, and at some point a long sword with a green color appeared in his hand. With a sudden force, Chen Xuan had already stabbed the sword into the disciple's dantian!

Puff! A dull sound of sword entering the flesh, the light of magical power flashed on the long sword in Chen Xuan's hand, and the disciple's dantian was completely strangled by Chen Xuan.

"You..." The severe pain made the disciple wake up instantly, and he looked at Chen Xuan in great horror, "I, the director of Zhenwu Academy, will not let you go..." Before he finished speaking, his neck tilted and completely cut off.

Chen Xuan didn't say anything, but pulled out his sword directly. Sen Han looked at a disciple in a black robe beside him, "The next one is you."

The disciple just woke up and saw that his fellow disciple was smashed into his dantian by Chen Xuan's sword. He was shocked. Chen Xuan's words made him feel even more shocked and he screamed, "I'm the next one?"

Everyone was shocked by Chen Xuan's strength, but they didn't notice a detail. Just as Chen Xuan pulled the sword out of the disciple with one sword, there were a grimace like howling on the sword body of Chen Xuan's green and green sword.

This ghost face looks exactly the same as the disciple Chen Xuan just killed, and it is his soul! This sword is called Zhaohun.

Anyone who is killed by him will be imprisoned in the sword body by him, which is an extremely sinister magic weapon.
Chapter completed!