The sword energy flew in the air, like rain falling. Under Chen Ronghuo's sway, it seemed to have gathered into a big river, overwhelming the sky and rushing towards a strong man named Purple Thunder Sect who was rushing towards him.

Most of these powerful men are deacons from the nearby Purple Thunder Sect and some true disciples.

"No, it's a sixth-level powerhouse!"

Suddenly, the expressions of those strong men from the Purple Thunder Sect who were charging towards Chen Ronghuo changed when they saw that Chen Ronghuo killed the fifth-level true disciple who was the first to charge towards Chen Ronghuo with one sword.

But at this time, the sharp sword energy had torn apart the airflow in the void, emitting a piercing scream, and arrived in front of them while their scalps were numb.

"presumptuous!"

A strong man roared in the distance, like a thunder god being angry, and the sound wave came, which actually caused the sword energy that Chen Ronghuo slashed to become somewhat distorted.

Under the bright sky, someone unexpectedly rushed into their Purple Thunder Sect alone and massacred their Purple Thunder Sect disciples. This is simply unbearable!

When this loud shout came out, deep in the Purple Thunder Sect, there was already a terrifying figure with thunderous feet, flying quickly. Before the person arrived, there was already a terrifying pressure like the resurrection of a thunder beast, overwhelming the sky.

Press on.

Even at this moment, deeper in the Purple Thunder Sect, there seemed to be a more terrifying strong man, and his eyes fell on Chen Ronghuo, as if to see Chen Ronghuo's heel.

Chen Ronghuo rushed into the Purple Thunder Sect alone, which was like stabbing a hornet's nest.

Countless people in the Purple Thunder Sect almost all had their eyes on him at this moment.

"It's you who are the ones who are presumptuous!"

Chen Ronghuo raised his head, shook the sword in his hand, and connected with the sword energy he sent out.

In an instant, those sword energies actually formed into a huge cyan wind dragon in the void.

roar!

When the green wind dragon was forming, it let out a roar, which collided with the thunderous roar of the strong man from the Purple Thunder Sect who rushed towards Chen Ronghuo, causing countless ripples to appear in the void.

The ripples are endless.

It seems that even this space is going to be destroyed.

At the same time, the tail of the wind dragon composed of sword energy suddenly swept across. The fifth-level deacons of the Purple Thunder Sect and the fifth-level true disciples who rushed towards Chen Ronghuo had no time to resist, and amidst bursts of exclamations,

They were all drowned in the wave of sword energy.

"You're looking for death!"

Seeing this scene, the terrifying figure rushing towards Chen Ronghuo, I was heartbroken.

At the same time, there were more unfathomable figures in the depths of the Purple Thunder Sect, riding the thunder and rushing toward Chen Ronghuo like thunder messengers.

It seemed that Chen Ronghuo had to be killed on the spot in one fell swoop to put an end to their hatred!

Just in the blink of an eye, dozens of fifth-level cultivators from the Purple Thunder Sect were drowned in the wave of golden sword energy and died without a burial place.

Even if the Purple Thunder Sect puts in all its efforts, they don't know how many years it will take to train so many strong men again.

"Evil devils and heretics, everyone will find them and kill them!"

Chen Ronghuo stood quietly, and slowly retracted the sword in his hand. However, during this retraction, his aura became more powerful, as if he was ready to go.

Evil heretic?

After hearing Chen Ronghuo's words, the faces of the dozen or so strong men who still dared to charge towards Chen Ronghuo changed drastically after seeing that Chen Ronghuo's combat power was definitely not weaker than that of the top sixth-level cultivators.

After looking at each other, they both saw the murderous intent in their eyes.

Even when Chen Ronghuo said these words, there were several eyes in the core of Purple Thunder Sect, looking at Chen Ronghuo from a distance!

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

Chen Ronghuo had a hint of sneer on his face.

He looked at the dozen or so sixth-level powerhouses rushing towards him from the Purple Thunder Sect, with a calm expression on his face.

For ordinary sixth-level cultivators, facing the siege of more than a dozen strong men of the same level, the only way to escape is in embarrassment.

Even ordinary practitioners who have just entered the seventh level have to deal with it carefully.

But for Chen Ronghuo...

Yin~

With a flick of Chen Ronghuo's two fingers, the Chaos Flying Sword in his hand turned into a pure green light, like the most famous deadly flying knife in the world. In a trance, it seemed as if it had crossed the distance of space and time and reached a purple

In front of a sixth-level hall master of Lei Zong.

Yin Yin Yin~

The sound of the sword continued, as if a sharp dagger was being used to scrape the scales of a big carp, and countless spiritual lights danced in confusion.

These flying auras are the layers of obstacles that Chen Ronghuo's Chaos Flying Sword peeled off from the sixth-level hall master of the Purple Thunder Sect.

In just a moment, the hall master's defense was completely stripped away by the Chaos Flying Sword.

"No!"

An unwilling roar came from his mouth, like a wild beast in desperate situation.

Sixth-level cultivators can live for thousands of years.

He still has a great time to enjoy, and may even go a step further and reach the seventh level of cultivation.

But at this moment, when he faced Chen Ronghuo's sword light so close to him, he showed endless fear like an ordinary person.

puff!

The sword flashed like a scarecrow's head.

A human head fell.

Even when the head fell to the ground, Chen Ronghuo's soul power contained in the sword light was like a soul sword, cutting his soul into pieces.

"Wan Feng, the master of Qinglei Hall, is dead?"

The disciples of the Purple Thunder Sect looked shocked when they saw this scene from a distance.

The leader of the Qinglei Hall is a veteran sixth-level expert from the Purple Thunder Sect, with a late-sixth level cultivation.

He was confident and came to kill Chen Ronghuo.

No one expected that in the end he could not even block Chen Ronghuo's sword.

Following the death of Wan Feng, the leader of the Qinglei Hall, the dozen or so strong men who were attacking Chen Ronghuo all stagnated in the void, looking horrified.

Chen Ronghuo can kill Wan Feng with one sword. Among them, except for one or two people, the others will probably end up like Wan Feng when facing Chen Ronghuo.

Those one or two people who might be able to block Chen Ronghuo's sword, after blocking Chen Ronghuo's first sword, can they still block Chen Ronghuo's second sword?

neither knows!

No one is willing to try the law himself!

retreat!

At this moment, the dozen or so hall masters of the Purple Thunder Sect who all came to kill Chen Ronghuo, in the eyes of many disciples of the Purple Thunder Sect, were like the Pillars of Optimism. After looking at each other, they all made a decision to let the Purple Thunder Sect.

Many disciples found this unbelievable.

After they rushed in front of Chen Ronghuo, they suddenly stopped and looked at Chen Ronghuo. They all backed away as if avoiding snakes and scorpions.

"Bastard thing!"

At this moment, a roar like thunder suddenly rang out from the Purple Thunder Sect.

Boom boom boom...

Several powerful men who had been watching the development of the situation indifferently could not sit still at this moment.

One of the old men wore a purple mask on half of his face, his eyes filled with anger.

He directly raised his hand, triggering the endless thunder and lightning above the Purple Thunder Sect, and transformed into a purple-black thunder and lightning hand thousands of feet long. Like a terrifying monster protruding from the abyss, it fiercely grabbed Chen Ronghuo.

It seemed that he wanted to catch Chen Ronghuo in his hand, put it into his mouth, and swallow it in one gulp to relieve the hatred in his heart.

The one who took action was none other than Fang Tianji, the Thunder Hand, one of the only two seventh-level elders left in the Purple Thunder Sect.

"Has a seventh-level powerhouse finally taken action?"

Seeing Fang Tianji take action, Chen Ronghuo not only showed no fear in his eyes, but also showed a bit of excitement.

"Sword points!"

With a thought, the Chaos Flying Sword that had just killed Wan Feng, the leader of Qinglei Hall, suddenly split into two, then split into three, and then turned into infinite sword light, like a huge rain of divine swords, killing those who tried to escape.

More than a dozen hall masters from the Purple Thunder Sect were all shrouded in it.

Only then did Chen Ronghuo raise his head and look at Fang Tian and the thousands-foot-long purple-black thunder hand that he had grabbed.

Boom!

Suddenly, Chen Ronghuo's body moved, and his heart beat violently, like a giant beating a drum, which made people feel frightened.

His body instantly grew several times larger.

With the support of his heart, the majestic energy and blood in his body suddenly began to circulate, surging through his body like a great river, and finally rushed into his right arm, swelling his arm.
To be continued...