"drink!!"
A long howl soared into the sky, piercing the night sky, like a goshawk howling through the sky, directly touching people's hearts. Everyone, including Yan Cang, felt their hearts shake violently in this long howl. There was no unwillingness, anger, or desolation in this long howl, only the horrifying and inexplicable murderous aura and fighting intent.
Another group of people came around, their faces were as sinking as water, and their bodies were full of strong flame soul breath. Two of them are by no means weaker than Yan Cang. They all stared at Leng Ya, and their minds were also moved by his long roar, and a little admiration could not be restrained in their hearts. This is a trapped ferocious beast, and there is no chance of escaping tonight, but when this beast is indifferent to life and death, the struggle that he does not hesitate to risk his life, knowing that he must die, is undoubtedly much more terrifying.
Everyone's hearts became heavy. On their territory, there were many masters surrounding one person, but they felt heavy oppression from Leng Ya.
After the long cry, Leng Ya moved, and a blood-colored light shone slightly in those sharp sword-like eyes. He crossed his body, stabbed sideways, and pierced the heart of the person on the right who had revealed his identity. As soon as he moved, those people who locked his breath tightly moved at the same time. For a moment, a chaotic aura swept the surrounding space, and the stirred up air flow brought up howling winds, flying in all directions.
"Leng Ya!!" Ping'er was taken farther away under the impact of the aura, and seeing Leng Ya's body being submerged under the attack of a more terrifying master, she panicked as if waking up from a nightmare yelled out. Leng Ya had been holding onto her tightly before, but when Yan Cang said the words "don't hurt Ping'er unless it is a last resort", he pushed her far away without hesitation and let her stay away. By his side, away from danger.
Chi!
The middle-aged man who was stabbed by Leng Ya snorted coldly, took a step back, grabbed with his right hand, and took it towards Leng Ya's wrist. But just when his palm was about to touch Leng Ya's wrist, Leng Ya's body lying in the air seemed to be pushed a chapter from behind by someone, and the speed soared again in an unbelievable volley, and suddenly stabbed forward... The middle-aged man Pressing his hand on his arm, the green broken wind blade pierced straight into his left chest, piercing through his heart, and the blood-stained tip of the blade emerged from his back, shining slightly under the night sky Emerald light.
The middle-aged man stared wide-eyed, and the left hand that grabbed Leng Ya's arm hung down feebly. This strong man with high-level spiritual strength was killed by Leng Ya. And Leng Ya only wanted the other party to die quickly, completely ignoring the danger behind him, the attack also exposed his back, several heavy palm winds pressed down from his back like a boulder.
There were several muffled sounds, and the palms of three hands hit at the same time, but what hit was not Leng Ya's body, but the middle-aged man who had just died under Leng Ya's blade and had not had time to fall down in the future. Those several strong forces directly shattered the middle-aged man's body and sent him flying far away. And Leng Ya... the icy wind blew from the downwind of them while they were stunned, a cold and faint green light flashed in the eyes of the three of them, and the icy coldness passed through their lower limbs under the cold light like green lightning , and pass it on to their hearts.
The overlapping screams caused the heart to twitch. The six sections were neatly cut, and the lower limbs that had been cut into different lengths flew out in the same direction. The three people also witnessed their own lower limbs being separated Sinking into the horror of the scene... as if falling into an endless abyss.
Leng Ya knew that he was going to die, he didn't panic, didn't go crazy, let alone lose his mind, but was surprisingly calm, as if this wasn't his death night, but his free killing game. He calmly perceives the movement of any airflow around him, calmly guesses their action direction, and calmly looks for every fleeting opportunity. The first blow he just stabbed suddenly accelerated under circumstances that no one could have imagined, and then immediately sank his body, without even looking behind, he rolled on the ground in a circle, and slashed with a single blade. He cut off both limbs of the super master at the same time.
What is terrible is not the hungry wolf, but the wolf that is forced into a desperate situation and forgets to fight back!
In a short breath, Leng Ya shot twice in succession, with almost no gap left in between, one person was killed and three were disabled. The shot was extremely fierce, without the slightest hesitation, as if waiting for them to take the initiative to send it to the door. A light flashed in Yan Cang's calm eyes, at this moment, he actually had an urge to applaud. Such ruthlessness, such reflexes, and such sharpness cannot be possessed by relying solely on strength. At the very least, although he has a strength far surpassing that of Leng Ya, he is absolutely unable to make the double strike that can be called a splendid performance.
Leng Ya's body swayed as a dark shadow, shuttled back and forth among the crowd approaching him. He avoided being surrounded, because that would have brought his death too soon. He has no intention of surviving tonight, his only purpose is to attract more Beidi sect members to back him up!
With a shriek that tore through the air, Leng Ya, who had been shuttling back and forth under the cover of night, made a third attack. The neck of a Northern Emperor sect master who had just swung his palm was cut off in half, and his eyes protruded like ghosts. The dark figure of Leng Ya sneaked into the chaotic crowd in the night at an incredible speed, and mysteriously disappeared from sight...
He can either hide, and once he shoots, he must hit. He is not the kind of fighter who is good at fighting, but hides in the dark, ready to go, once he finds an opportunity, he explodes instantly, hits and dies! What he has is not the skill of fighting, but the skill of killing.
With a bang, Leng Ya's shoulders were hit twice, causing his consciousness to go blank for a while, but he followed the inclination of his body and shot suddenly from an incredible angle, slashing across the two of them one after another. On the chest and abdomen, there were two clouds of blood mist and successive screams. Following that, his body became short, and he once again sneaked into nowhere under the cover of darkness.
Chi la... Another puff of blood mist flew up and splashed on the clothes of several people. Apart from Yan Cang, the other three heaven-level masters finally couldn't keep silent anymore, looked at each other, floated up, and rushed towards the cold cliff. In a short period of time, they already knew the price of underestimating this person.
Seeing the three people joining, Ping'er's panic was magnified. Her eyes searched for the erratic black figure in the chaotic crowd. It was a subtle feeling to see his position all of a sudden, guiding her attention to him firmly.
With the addition of three heavenly masters, it was like three mountains pressing down on Leng Ya at the same time. They really underestimated Leng Ya before... Back then, Yanzheng defeated Leng Ya with just one move. When they saw him, they would inevitably have a "just that" evaluation in their hearts, but at this moment, they couldn't help but feel deeply He was deeply suspicious, did Elder Yanzheng really defeat him with one move
If Leng Ya faced three heaven-level masters alone, the pressure he would receive would be much heavier than his current situation, but the dozens of people besieging him became the best cover for him to hide his figure. Shutting back and forth among the crowd, like ghosts and ghosts, they erupted suddenly at the most inopportune moments, bringing up a flying rain of blood. He didn't stop moving for a single second. When fighting with people, he touches and walks away. He never gets entangled with them. Once he makes a move, every hit is sure to hit, and then appears in the shadows that are passing by like a ghost several feet away. , the three heaven-level powerhouses approached him again and again, but they never touched the corner of his clothes.
Yan Cang's gaze was like an eagle's, watching Leng Ya's swaying figure intently. Behind him, at some point, four old men, all in their sixties, appeared calmly, turning a blind eye to the corpse lying on the ground in a cloud of blood mist, and had no intention of intervening , In the old eyes, there was a sincere admiration.
"Back then Yanzheng really defeated him with one move?" An old man said with a low eyebrow.
"Hehe, the rumors are true, and the young master also said the same. It can only be said that Yanzheng was able to defeat him, it is very lucky." Another old man laughed.
"I really can't bear to destroy such a person. If he can join my Northern Emperor Sect, hehe..."
"He is a member of the evil sect. Moreover, with such an imposing gaze, once he is loyal to a certain master, he will follow him to the death and will never betray him for the rest of his life."
Yan Cang turned around, and said to the four old men: "In terms of strength, this kid barely reached the low level of the heavenly level, far behind us, but his speed and explosive power are astonishing, his shots are fierce, and his reflexes are sharp. , all of which I have only seen in my life, under these combinations... this is a peerless weapon that exists to kill people."
"It's a pity that this murder weapon already has an owner, and it will never belong to someone else." An old man said regretfully.
"Since this is the case, even if you regret it, you can only destroy it."
"Although he still looks capable at the moment, his concentration and spirit are always highly tense. In addition, his power background is relatively shallow, and he is not suitable for a long-term battle at all. His physical strength and energy are rapidly depleting, and he should not be able to last for too long. .”
The five of them looked at Leng Ya at the same time. Although it was not obvious, his movements did show a slight block compared to before, and the frequency of his shots was also slightly lower, but his fighting spirit did not subside in the slightest, and the murderous intent was still in his eyes. Lin Lin, as cold and silent as before, without any waves.
In their hearts, Qiqi couldn't help but let out another sigh of admiration.
"Let him survive until now, it's the best of humanity. He is a member of the evil sect after all. Let's do it." The old man in the middle said.