Kill kill kill! !
The martial arts stage has completely become the murder field of the Haitian Sword Sect.
Lan Qing led Fan Zhen and others, with their super cultivation base and terrifying speed, instantly spread the blood disaster to everyone in the field.
Lin Yang, of course, became one of the targets of the attack.
However, in the face of such a little-known scum in the Transformation Period, only a high-ranking sub-sage came from the powerful killing legion, and he directly faced Lin Yang and cleaved a powerful sword energy. thing.
"Death to Lao Tzu!!"
"Ah, no!!"
Lin Yang was panicked, with a frightened expression, as if he was about to hit the sword and fell to the ground.
But in his heart, he observed and analyzed the situation in the audience very quickly. Sure enough, these people are going to mess up the entire selection conference.
However, what significance does such an action have for the Haitian Sword Sect
It stirred up a small ceremony of accepting disciples. At most, even if you spit on the face of Simon's house, you can't even hurt the fur...
What kind of medicine does this Haitian Sword Sect sell in the gourd
As long as the elder Lan Yu is not an idiot, there must be even more terrible follow-ups. Otherwise, all the troublemakers will be beaten by the Ximen family and their mothers will no longer know...
Others are already trapped in the panic and panic on the scene, but Lin Yang has a far-sighted vision, has already escaped everything, and wants to see the truth behind the scenes.
At the moment when his thoughts turned, that sword aura had already hit Lin Yang's body heavily.
when.
Lin Yang swung his sword once, and his face changed, as if a piece of bright red was surging on a piece of white paper, he spouted a mouthful of blood, his body was more like being hit by a heavy hammer, and he flew upside down for a hundred meters. The ground rolled embarrassingly a few times before it stopped.
"You... No, shameless... Uh..."
Lin Yang raised his head with difficulty, poked into the air with a trembling finger exaggerated in acting, but finally hung down weakly, and the whole person'fainted'.
"Wipe you a little bastard, and dare to call your grandfather me!!"
Over there, the sub-sage assassin who had just shot flew over with a grim face, and directly pierced Lin Yang with a sword, which was the rhythm to smash Lin Yang's head.
But when he was halfway through the flight, he heard a burst of shouts, and then a huge sword swept across, swatting the person into the air like a fly. Feng Ning's figure came first and rushed directly. When he arrived in front of Lin Yang, he protected the latter.
"This Lin Yi is too weak in the end, I will send him to the martial arts stage first..."
Feng Ning glanced at Lin Yang on the ground with his left light, thinking about it, but before he had time to act, four figures rushed over with laughter:
"Hey! There is a high-level holy sword here... Great, this is our [Xietian Four Ghosts] thing, no one should snatch it with us!!"
Whoops! ! !
The voices of the four are like old cats in heat at night, sharp and numb, like ghosts crying.
Before arriving, Feng Ning saw a strange scene even more.
The four young men who didn’t seem to have any problems withered and grew old quickly, and became four human-shaped “old ghosts”. Each of them was thin and devoid of human appearance, but the four strange swords in their hands were It exudes a fierce light that makes half-sage a headache.
Damn magical transformation!
Feng Ning had guessed what the evil spirits were doing, but before he could say the first half of the sentence, he was enveloped by four terrifying sword lights that were as fast as ghosts.
"Jie Jie Jie, kid, do you want to be a hero! Let your grandpas teach you, you have to pay a price to be a hero, hehe... die!!"
The evil heaven and four ghosts are really as fierce as ghosts, completely inhumane, not only wanting to take the holy sword in Feng Ning's hand, but also not intending to spare Feng Ning's life.
Their speed was extremely fast, they laid a terrifying sword formation, and their fast attacks prevented Feng Ning from speaking and surrendering. In just a moment, the four of them attacked Feng Ning with hundreds of swords and even more terrifying swordsmanship. The law is like countless ghosts flying up and down, with a stern ghost howling to swallow Feng Ning's flesh and blood! !
Damn it! ! !
Feng Ning tightly held the holy sword in his hand, but his eyes were full of indomitability and anger.
"You beasts, wherever you deserve to have the boss's holy sword, get out of here!!"
Wan Jian Chao Yuan! !
boom! !
Feng Ning displayed the sacred sword move from Lin Yang again, and even merged with Murong Bai’s broken sword intent. As soon as this sword came out, it immediately summoned a huge wave of spirit sword from Feng Ning on the stage, and the evil sky. The eerie sword formations of the four ghosts collided fiercely.
However, it is a pity that Feng Ning's cultivation level is still relatively shallow, and Lin Yang's understanding of the broken sword intent is far from enough. As soon as the two sides collided, they were enveloped by the other's ghostly evil sword formation. The surging tide of ten thousand swords was directly shattered. It was as if he had fallen into Ling Chijian prison, with more than a dozen wounds on his body in an instant.
"Hahahaha! Little guy, you resist! The more you resist, the happier grandpas have!"
The Xietian Four Ghosts laughed frantically, and the sharp sword in their hands was swung frantically. It was really necessary to slice Feng Ning into a humanoid bone on the spot.
But even Feng Ning didn’t notice it. On the ground not far from their battle, the youth in the green shirt who had been unconscious, suddenly raised his head quietly, with a pair of terrifying cold eyes. There was a terrifying murderous intent.
A terrifying killing order was issued: "Senior Flying!"
…
"Lan Yu, what on earth are you going to do!"
The martial arts field has become a sea of blood.
Just a few minutes ago, when the killing conspiracy began, Simon Muye on the high platform had his eyes flushed and pulled Lan Yu’s collar up, and a mouth that was about to breathe fire wanted to swallow the damn guy in front of him. Chewing pulpy.
"open!!"
Snap it.
An inspiration flashed in Lan Yu's hand, and he slapped Ximen Muye's hand directly:
"You rude savage, really curious about how you became the elder of the Simon family... Or is it that the Simon family are like you who can't make it to the table?"
"You say it again..." Ximen Muye was so angry that blue smoke came out of his head.
He also wondered whether today the Haitian Sword Sect was kicked by the donkey, and it turned out to be a bloody accident involving the'big scene and little harm' aimed at the Simon family.
But no matter what, the slap of the Haitian Sword Sect has already slapped him on the face of Ximen Muye, and on the face of the Ximen family. If the Lan Yu father and son are not cleaned up, the reputation of the Ximen family will be true Is about to be discredited.
Simon Muye's fists have been clenched tightly, and he looks like he is about to do it: "I now order you as the elder of Simon, and the person with you will disappear immediately, otherwise I will let you..."
"Hahaha! A joke!" Before Ximen Muye's words were finished, Lan Yu immediately laughed: "My people? People from the Haitian Sword Sect are all standing here. The people below are all from your Simon's family. The rules for the martial artist that you put in are set by your Ximen family. The selection is not over yet, so why should you let the family leave..."
"Unless your Simon family admits that the so-called Jianzhou's highest-level spirit sword selection conference is a joke, declare it to be terminated... Otherwise, I am afraid that there will be no one left on the court after a while!!"
"you!!"
Ximen Muye was so angry that his nostrils were trembling and shrinking, but within a few words of effort, blood was already flowing on the martial arts stage below, and the four evil spirits happened to surround Feng Ning, and the rest of Fan Zhen waited. People are even more like a hungry tiger coming out of the cage and pounced on the remaining warriors on the stage, trying to drive everyone out of the ring or kill them all.
"Humph!"
Lan Yu glanced at Ximen Muye, his eyes were full of disdain, he turned around and returned to his seat, sat down leisurely, like a spectator watching a good show, and took another sip of the tea. , And at the same time a few tea froths were spit out with a'bah', and he looked at Ximen Muye coldly, and said:
"Ximen Muye, today is destined to be the beginning of your Ximen family's collapse in Jianzhou, come on, hurry up and end this ridiculous selection, I have a bigger gift for you!"
really.
Lan Yu's words seemed to imply that today's killing and chaos was just the beginning of bad luck for the Ximen family.
But when Lan Yu was admiring the beautiful expression of Ximen Muye's beard trembling with anger, suddenly, the group of outside elders headed by Deng Jiugong of Ximen's house suddenly exclaimed:
Wow! !
"Elder Ximen, look... this is simply... incredible!!"
Deng Jiugong seemed to be stuffed with a few eggs in his mouth alive, and even said uncomfortable words, calling for Simon Muye.
what happened
After a while, Ximen Muye turned around and returned to the edge of the cliff. Then, the whole person was stunned as if he had been caught by an evil spirit, and he directly put Lan Yu aside.
"Huh! Why Simon Muye... was so shocked by this scene that he couldn't speak?"
"Hurry up and stop this farce... Simon... Hmph... Do you think it's okay not to speak like this? If you drag it on, the people below will die..."
"Shut up!!"
Unexpectedly, Ximen Muye, who had been so mad before, suddenly turned his face, roared strangely, and even laughed:
"Hey... Lan Yu, you should come and see by yourself..."
What
Lan Yu was taken aback.
"If you don't come, maybe this good show will be over!"
What are you talking about!
Lan Yu involuntarily twitched his face twice, and moved to the side of the high platform.
At a glance.
Just glanced at it.
Lan Yu was stunned in place as if he had been struck by lightning.
This…
This…
How can this be! !
Lan Yu couldn't believe what he was seeing now.
In his sight, the most conspicuous thing was the four corpses, the four corpses of the four most powerful swordsmen in his list of murderers!
The four evil spirits...have become really poor little ghosts, flying to the Nether Yellow Spring.