I'm sorry, there are guests at home today, and we don't leave until ten o'clock in the evening. Please forgive me, make up tomorrow!
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As Ling Yun slashed out with his backhand, the body of the master who had already reached the ninth level of the day after tomorrow was separated instantly, blood spurted from his neck, and his head fell to the ground and rolled a long way before stopping.
"Plop!" After swinging back and forth twice, the headless body fell to the ground, blood rained down the sky, staining the ground red.
Ling Yun's black night clothes had already been stained dark red by blood. His eyes were slightly squinted, a pair of pupils were icy cold, and he held a knife in one hand, forcing him step by step towards the remaining seven people.
Among these seven people, there are two Houtian ninth-level masters and three Houtian eighth-level peaks, but at this moment, they all have fear in their eyes, trembling hands holding weapons, and retreat desperately!
"That seems to be... Dark Blood Demon Knife, he is from the Demon Sect!" Finally someone recognized the black knife in Ling Yun's hand, and he shouted loudly.
"Huh!" Ling Yun snorted secretly, and with a phantom fish-dragon step, he left a nearly real afterimage on the spot, but his body jumped twenty meters, and he came to the front of these seven people like lightning!
"Ah!" Seeing Ling Yun's movement speed, these seven people knew that they were doomed, and several of them couldn't help but screamed subconsciously!
Cry out, blade arrives!
Ling Yun's body moved again, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, he rushed into the small circle of seven people in an instant, and "sweeped a thousand troops!"
The pitch-black Nether Blood Demon Knife, coupled with the nearly two feet of icy light, turned into a black knife curtain, cold and chilling!
The magic knife drank blood, its broken arm flew across, and the blood spattered. For a while, the screams and muffled groans became one. In the silent night, it could spread far away!
With Ling Yun holding the Dark Blood Demon Knife, even masters at the peak of the Ninth Level of Acquired Heaven couldn't do two moves in front of him, let alone these seven people
Two more people died on the spot and two were seriously injured!
Only those two Houtian ninth-level masters and one Houtian eighth-level peak master who had a good response to lightness kung fu managed to dodge Ling Yun's terrifying knife!
"Escape!" These three people no longer had the idea of facing the enemy, Ling Yun was a god of killing in their eyes, and regarded human life as worthless!
Cui Lao and Dugu Mo surrounded them from both sides, one by one confronted the two Houtian ninth-level masters who wanted to escape, and tried their best to stop them and prevent them from escaping.
Ling Yun caught up with the Houtian eighth-level peak master in a flash. There was a mocking smile in his eyes, and he was going to cut him head-on!
The day after tomorrow, the eighth-level peak master saw the pitch-black blade slashing at his face, and was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart. He subconsciously shouted, "Don't kill me!"
Ling Yun saw the panic and despair in the man's eyes, he frowned slightly, the saber turned slightly, and slashed at his right shoulder.
Without a sound, the right arm of the eighth-level master of the day after tomorrow flew up into the air, bringing up a cloud of blood!
"Chi Chi..." Ling Yun raised his hand and drove two iron nails into his knees, and then also drove four iron nails to the two seriously injured just now.
After Ling Yun beheaded several people in a row, he still inevitably felt compassion and spared the lives of these people, but he had to completely destroy their fighting power.
Ling Yun raised his eyes and saw that the two Houtian ninth-level masters were fighting with Cui Lao and Dugu Mo. Although they were at a complete disadvantage, Cui Lao and Dugu Mo couldn't help them for a while.
They still can't reach Ling Yun's strength. Although they are two small realms higher than the other party, they are all acquired nine levels after all, so they can't do instant kills.
Outnumbered and outnumbered, it is impossible for Ling Yun to win or lose a battle of attrition with them. He stretched out his figure and rushed straight towards the four-person battle group. The move of "Sword Slashing the Universe" ended without any suspense. Two lives!
Eight people have not even passed two minutes since they came out to face Ling Yun and the three of them. One is the peak of the ninth-level Houtian, two are the ninth-level Houtian, three are the peak of the eighth-level Houtian, and there are two ordinary masters. Death and three serious injuries, and this is still under the situation of Ling Yun's kindness.
"Walk!"
Ling Yun, Cui Lao, and Dugu Mo looked at each other, and the three of them nodded at the same time, then stretched their bodies together, and headed directly towards the villa in front of them.
They were not stopped along the way, and the three of them quickly rushed over a distance of more than 200 meters. On the lawn in front of Zhuang Tiande's villa, they simultaneously closed their bodies and stood in a perfect triangle.
After standing firmly, Elder Cui looked at the dark crowd of more than 20 people in front of him, and said to Ling Yun through voice transmission: "Three are nine-level peaks, five are nine-level Houtian, and nine are eighth-level peaks!"
The remaining dozen or so were all below the peak of the eighth-level Houtian. Even Cui Lao and Dugu Mo could instantly kill them, so he naturally didn't need to remind Ling Yun.
Ling Yun nodded. In the battle just now, Ling Yun didn't even consume 10% of his skills. Although there are many people in front of him, they are nothing to be afraid of.
Because Ling Yun can instantly kill them, as long as the other party doesn't flee deliberately, Ling Yun is sure to turn all these people into cold corpses within five minutes.
The three ninth-level peak masters on the side of the Sun family each held their swords and stared coldly at the Dark Blood Demon Knife in Ling Yun's hand for a long time, their pupils shrank suddenly!
"It's really the Blood Demon Knife!" one of them said in a low voice.
"Impossible. It is said that the Dark Blood Demon Knife has been extinct for thousands of years. How could it appear here? I think someone is holding a precious knife that cuts iron like mud, and is playing tricks?" Another expressed doubts.
The third person was silent for a while, and finally nodded his head to confirm: "I have absolute certainty, I can confirm that this is the Dark Blood Demon Knife owned by the ancestor of the Dark Blood. Our Nether Sect has detailed information about the Dark Blood Demon Knife."
All three of them spoke in secret through sound transmission, so it is naturally impossible for others to hear it.
After the Acquired Ninth-Layer peak expert from the Nether sect confirmed, he suddenly said in a gloomy voice: "I don't know where the master is, we have no grievances or enmity, why forcibly break into the house?"
Holding the black knife, Ling Yun jumped into the arena, raised his hand and pointed at the thirty people on the other side, and said with a cold snort, "No injustice or enmity? Forcibly breaking into a private house? Thanks to you, you have the nerve to say so!"
"If you are sensible, quickly hand over the people from the dealer, as well as the Tang Tianhao you just captured, and get out of Qingshui City quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for killing!"
Hearing Ling Yun's words, the master of the Nether sect suddenly sneered in disdain, and said in a deep voice, "Killing all over the place? Just rely on your Dark Blood Demon Knife, and two Houtian Ninth-Layer peaks beside you? Don't laugh so hard! "
This is really half a sentence without speculation, Ling Yun stopped talking, his eyes turned cold, and he rushed into the other party's crowd in a flash!
(end of this chapter)