At this time, thirty-six flying swords made of Chaos Thunder Bamboo shot out, forming a small sword formation surrounding Chu Heng's side.

The sound of the sword sounded, and each flying sword was like a black lightning, cold and sharp, with an extremely fast speed.

They passed through the black stream of light in the air, crossed the necks of the Ziwei Dynasty warriors, or inserted into their hearts.

Chu Heng held the Tai A sword and rushed into the team of the Ziwei Dynasty.

One by one, the warriors of the Ziwei Dynasty fell down. No one could block the attack of the small Chaos Sword Formation, whether at the eighth level or the ninth level of the Golden Dan Realm.

Even if the first strike is blocked, the second strike will instantly erase it.

At this time, Chu Heng transformed into the god of death and reaped life ruthlessly.

Seeing this look of indifference to all life, everyone not only felt their scalp numb and a chill.

"Die me!" A strong man from the Yuanying Realm of the Ziwei Dynasty rushed to Chu Heng, and the sword in his hand roared. The power of a blow seemed to be about to split the space. The cold and stern blade came towards Chu Heng's face.

Chu Heng clenched his fist with his right hand and smashed it hard at the oncoming knife with complete pure strength.

It was clearly a collision between the body and metal, but a roar between metal was heard.

This person only felt a terrifying force coming, and the sword in his hand actually showed fine cracks. The tiger's mouth suddenly cracked under the action of this terrifying force, and blood stormed.

The sword in this man's hand roared and directly came out of his hand. The powerful inertia actually penetrated the body of a warrior of the Ziwei Dynasty and flew out with the man.

The man's throat turned sweet and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His face turned pale in an instant, and his body kept retreating.

Every time he lands, he will step deep footprints, and he retreats for more than ten steps to barely remove the strength on his body.

Before the person could stabilize his body, Chu Heng came again, and a bright and cold sword light burst out, carrying a breath of death, instantly slashing across the person's neck.

With a puff, a head suddenly flew up and blood was thrown away. There was an unprecedented fear in this person's eyes.

Chu Heng continued to wander in the battlefield, with thirty-six flying swords flying in the air, like thirty-six death elves, wherever he went, blood blooming and reaping life.

Half an incense stick of time passed, and there were only seven left in the Ziwei Dynasty with more than 50 people.

These three Yuanying realms and four Jindan realms are at the ninth level. They look at Chu Heng in horror. They can't imagine why Chu Heng is so strong.

"Kill!" Chu Heng shouted loudly and took the lead in taking action.

Murong Beiqing and others also rushed towards their opponents. They didn't need to kill their opponents, they just needed to hold their opponents down.

As long as Chu Heng makes his move, these seven people will naturally die.

"Thunder God Domineering World Fist." Chu Heng clenched his fist with his right hand, and the Chaos Sky Thunder exploded. The black thunder carried a heart-pounding force, surging with a breath of destruction, and the terrifying force shattered the space.

Chu Heng rushed to one of the Nascent Soul realm men like lightning, and swung a heavy punch and smashed it hard at the man.

The man swung the green halberd in his hand and rolled up a vast and terrifying energy frenzy. The force of thousands of pounds of force shattered the space and rushed towards Chu Heng.

There was a loud bang, like a mountain collapse and a crack in the earth.

Chu Heng's heavy punch was like rolling energy like a river breaking a dam, forming a craze of energy like a vast ocean, sweeping across the battlefield.

Chu Heng retreated only more than ten meters and forced himself to stabilize his body. On the other hand, the man retreated more than thirty meters.

A cold murderous intent flashed in Chu Heng's eyes, black thunder intertwined, and he ran wildly.

After a few steps, the Taia sword in Chu Heng's hand was replaced with an ancient heavy sword, and a breath that seemed to be enough to make the gods and Buddhas tremble swept out from the ancient sword.

"Slaying God!" Chu Heng fell from the sky with an ancient sword in his hand, slashing out a huge sword energy, like a tumultuous river surging with extremely terrifying power.

The man had just stabilized his body, and in a hurry, he could only raise the halberd in his hand to block it, and was slashed away by Chu Heng with a sword.

Before he could land, Chu Heng appeared next to the man again. His sword power was surging, covering all directions of battlefields, and his energy surged, which destroyed the world.

Chu Heng swung the heavy sword and smashed the man's body, and his powerful force shattered the man's bones and internal organs.

The man vomited blood in big mouths, mixed with some internal organ fragments, was blown away dozens of meters away, and hit the ground hard, and there was no movement.

There is no suspense about the remaining battles, and they are almost in one-sided form.

After a cup of tea, more than 50 people present in the Ziwei Dynasty were all beheaded, and the bodies and blood were particularly dazzling.

In a battle, Chu Heng's strength and cold blood made everyone present feel scared.

What they couldn't understand even more was that Chu Heng's cultivation level was only at the seventh level of the Golden Elixir Realm, but he could kill powerful people in the Nascent Soul Realm above the level.

Compared with the shock, fear and fear of the people around them, the people of the Great Qin Dynasty showed a complicated look.

They thought that even if Zhao Fangqing was killed by Chu Heng, the number of other people was still much higher than theirs.

They felt that they were not sure of winning before and did not want to take their lives because of Chu Heng.

Unfortunately, they underestimated Chu Heng's strength.

Chu Heng was calm and indifferent, and he had no intention of blaming those people. After all, he was not from the Qin Dynasty.

Then, Chu Heng began to inquire about the reasons why so many people were waiting outside Tianmu City but not entering.

Soon, Chu Heng got news from a warrior.

It turned out that this Tianmu City was occupied by a team of a high-level dynasty in the Nanxuan Realm. If you want to enter the city, you must pay the entry fee, and the entry fee is as high as 30,000 medium-grade spirit stones per person.

"What if I don't get along?" A cold light appeared in Chu Heng's eyes. All the cities on the Tianjue battlefield were ownerless things, so he would not be the sucker.

"If you don't hand over, you won't let you enter the city!" said the man.

"Is no one resisting?" Chu Heng asked.

"What's the use of resisting?" The man shook his head and said, "The other party is a team of a high-level dynasty. The one with the highest cultivation level has even reached the mid-level Nascent Soul Realm."

"There are thousands of people here. Even the middle-level Nascent Soul Realm can't beat so many people, right?" Chu Heng frowned.

"It's useless, people's hearts are uneven." The man sighed.

Upon hearing this, Chu Heng nodded.

After thanking him, Chu Heng returned to the team and told Murong Beiqing and others the news.

"What do you think?" Murong Beiqing asked.

"It depends on the situation." Chu Heng said lightly. He could ignore an intermediate dynasty, but he had to be afraid of a high-level dynasty.

As time goes by, teams continue to rush to Tianmu City.

However, the gate of Tianmu City has always been closed, and it has been afternoon again.

If the gates of Tianmu City were not open before evening, they would have to sleep in the wilderness again.

Two more hours later, the gate of Tianmu City finally opened.

At the same time, warriors emerged from Tianmu City. The ones with the lowest cultivation level of these warriors are at the eighth level of the Golden Elixir Realm, most of them are at the ninth level of the Golden Elixir Realm. There are even seven strong people in the Nascent Soul Realm, and they are the strongest and even have reached the third level of the Nascent Soul Realm.

"I've been welcoming you all for a long time now. I believe I don't need to say more about the rules for entering the city, right? Each person has 30,000 medium-grade spirit stones." Kong Yushan's cultivation level is the third level of the Nascent Soul Realm shouted loudly, and his voice was filled with true energy to ensure it was transmitted to everyone's ears: "It's half a month. If you want to enter the city, please prepare the spirit stones."

Upon hearing this, thousands of people present showed an angry look.

The purpose of the initial construction of Tianmu City was to give all warriors entering the Tianjue battlefield a place to shelter.

But now, it has become a place where some powerful dynasties gather spirit stones, how can people not be angry?

Although these people were angry, they did not dare to resist.

It’s not that no one has resisted, and even killed the garrison of the city.

But after the strongest man in the dynasty returned, all those who participated in the resistance were killed, and even the dynasty team where the man was located was slaughtered.

The shock of the high-level dynasty is like a mountain pressing on everyone's hearts, making everyone who wants to develop a sense of resistance quiet.

Since then, no one has resisted again.

The crowd began to line up, and everyone entering Tianmu City was very quiet, and they took the initiative to hand over the spirit stones to the people from the Shengwu Dynasty.

Chu Heng and others also lined up in a team, with Murong Bei leaning in front, followed by Yan Shiyu and the other two, then Wen Ren Xuanxuan, Jiang Xiyue and Chu Heng, and Xueqiu followed Chu Heng, followed by Wu Fai and others.

The people who entered the city were very fast, and it was Chu Heng and others' turn in just half an hour.

Chu Heng did not cause trouble either, and assigned 60,000 medium-grade spirit stones to the people of the Shengwu Dynasty, "We are the two."

"Wait, you seem to have fallen one." This man glanced at the number of spirit stones and then stopped Chu Heng.

"Aren't we two 60,000 spirit stones?" Chu Heng frowned.

"It seems you are pretending to be stupid." This man looked at Chu Heng without fear, and believed that Chu Heng could hand over the 30,000 medium-grade spirit stones, explaining: "Although it is not a human race, it also needs spirit stones, and the same 30,000 spirit stones."

Chu Heng then took out 30,000 medium-grade spirit stones and handed them to the other party.

"Sorry, it's rising now." But after checking the spirit stone, the other party showed a contemptuous smile on his lips and said, "It's not 30,000, but it's rising to 50,000, and there's still 20,000 left!"

"What if I don't get along?" Chu Heng said coldly, with an extremely cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Boy, are you crazy?" The man sneered, and a wisp of murderous intent began to appear on his body.

At the same time, the people from the Holy Martial Dynasty around began to gather here, staring at Chu Heng.

When the team behind saw that it was Chu Heng again, they began to retreat one after another, giving up a huge open space.

"Fortunately, it's not as crazy as you, at least I won't be careless and take advantage of the situation!" Chu Heng sneered.

"Overbial power." This person's eyes flashed with murderous intent, his five fingers pinched into claws, and he buckled Chu Heng's neck hard: "It also requires strength to be crazy, I want to see what ability you have to dare to be crazy in front of us!"

"I dare to be crazy with this little strength. I don't know how to write the word "death"!" This man's claws grabbed Chu Heng's neck, and the contempt in his eyes became even more intense. He smiled disdainfully: "If you have a little brain in your next life, you can't afford to be provoked by anyone!"
To be continued...