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A weird dark energy penetrated the long sword into the person who struck, and when he saw that person screamed, the long sword was released, but the hand holding the sword was shattered.

Ji Wushang's long sword followed closely, piercing his throat, and the man died unwillingly.

The weirdness of this sword is only because Ji Wushang integrated the dark power of the palm of the heart into the sword, leaving the opponent's copper skin and iron bones to die.

Chapter 15, Evil Sword, Blood Sword

There are corpses everywhere, no one is complete, brutal and bloody, the blood melts into the rain and spreads on this land, like a hell-like scene.

The killing continued. Hundreds of people besieged a young man. There was no suspense. The scene in the eyes of the people in the right way and the left way was completely opposite to the imagination.It was more like the one-sided slaughter of hundreds of underworld heroes by the young man.

However, the killing has already begun and no one can stop.

The scene was thrilling, and the 200-odd Zhengdao and Zuodao people who watched from the sidelines also did not dare to breathe. Many of the underworld masters who died were known as taboos.

There are some bad names, and once encountered on the rivers and lakes, they must be afraid of three points.

At this time, seeing those people who were slaughtered at will, like beasts, instead of feeling any pleasure in their hearts, their scalp numb.

The black-clothed boy, every time he swings his sword, he is fluent and freehand, like a dance in the rain, but every dance is accompanied by a lot of living lives.

Peng Peng blood flowers bloom in the rain, poignant and glamorous, the earth is blood red.

Such a gorgeous and cruel killing is more gorgeous, more magnificent, and more thrilling than the calligraphy and painting that only stays on the scroll.

Unfortunately, it is difficult for them to appreciate.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the boy is now drenched all over, but what flows down from him is not pure rain, but a trace of blood.

At this time, the large and small nuns of the Hengshan faction had become drunk. Master Ding Yi turned around and saw that a group of disciples were pale in the rain, and some had turned their backs and vomited in a hurry.

"Master" nun Yilin closed her eyes and trembled, arousing affection.

Master Ding Yi chanted the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, but did nothing or say anything.Because I know that many of these disciples are not too old, and since they were young, they taught sincerely to worship the Buddha in Hengshan, and their pure minds made what they saw in the day too scary for them.

However, the Hengshan School is not purely secular Buddhist practice. In the arena, some things will be experienced sooner or later. The arena is dangerous. Although today's killing is terrifying, the human heart is actually more terrifying. Today's experience can be regarded as a rare experience.

But in fact, it is more than them. Many young people with lesser experience outside the field are also pale at this time. Looking at the young people who may be younger than them, they are like ruthless Shura, even if the young man is not their enemy, it is the same. Left a terrifying mark in their minds.

Linghu Chong had already put away any sympathy for the young man at this time. Although the heroes of the underworld were greedy, full of evil intentions, and deserved their sins, the young man's killing intention was indeed too heavy. The sword and the sword were incomplete and the means were not heroic.

"With his strength, breaking through and fleeing is the best policy. Even if he continues to pursue and kill afterwards, it can be divided and transformed, but now it is strong and young."

This sigh abruptly sounded among the Huashan faction and others.

I saw that Yue Buqun did not know when he had already come out of the wine shop. He looked at the young man's murderous figure, his expression was a bit complicated, like feeling general, longing, and regretful.

"Daddy!"

"Master!"

Seeing discomfort on the faces of all the disciples, it was natural that they knew that the first time they saw such a scene, the shock was too great.Yue Buqun sighed secretly, raised his hand to appease Yue Lingshan, who was looking ugly, and then rushed to the Hengshan faction.

"Master."

Master Ding Yi nodded to him too, and continued to chant the scriptures. Yue Buqun didn't care, turned his head and looked in the other direction, seeing many familiar faces.

But I don't know when, among the crowd of onlookers, there have been parting Tianmen Taoists and other Taishan Sects.In addition, there was the Songshan faction and others who had just disturbed the Liu Zhengfeng Golden Basin Handwashing Conference.

Songshan sent the thirteen Taibao, except for the dead Songyang hand Fei Bin, Tota hand Ding Mian, Songhe hand Lu Bai, and Da Yinyang hand Lehou, who had not appeared in Hengyang City. At this time, they also saw Yue Bu Group, far away.

Yue Buqun replied, but he didn't plan to talk, but was thoughtful.

"That kid has slowed down, killing slowed down, slowing down the sword." Le Ho, who was short and fat, sallow complexion said.

The fat and sturdy Ding Mian nodded lightly: "He won't be able to hold on for long, but he has to wait a while. Now is not the time to make a move."

The tall and thin Lu Bai whispered: "I'm afraid that kid won't be able to wait for us to rescue him, and he will be cold."

"It's enough to leave him alone."

Seeing that Ding Mian was like this, Le Hou and Lu Bai looked at each other, only to say that they had other plans, so they didn't say much.

The facts are the same as those of the Songshan faction guessed, Ji Wushang's shot speed has indeed slowed down, although it is not obvious, it can't hide from the eyes of real masters.

Although the Sunflower Treasure is mysterious and unusual, it has the usual characteristics of Taoist internal strength. It is very slow to accumulate energy. It takes more than ten years to accumulate it. Even if he rebuilds the Sunflower Treasure to get started, the internal strength has not improved much.

Ji Wushang cut out dozens of sword shadows again, and the seven enemies who attempted to attack him from behind were instantly swept by the sword blade, and it was another bloody storm.

Amid the miserable howling, many more corpses were added to the ground.

It's just that this time someone didn't die, only a limb was broken, it should be known that every time Ji Wushang had taken a sword, no one could survive.

This scene fell in the eyes of interested people.

Even so, Ji Wushang's figure still makes people tremble. Since the start of the war, more than two hundred underworld heroes have died tragically under his sword, but no one can touch the corner of his clothes, like a devil that is difficult to defeat, which makes people frighten.

Some people start to shrink back. Greed can easily make people lose their minds and give up everything, but when faced with a devil who can't overcome it, despair and powerlessness will make them calm. When they understand how hard they can't succeed, they will give up.

"Go on, don't stop, he doesn't have much energy!"

At this time, among the underworld martial artists, one of them was dressed in Taoist robe, tall, holding two swords, one long and one short white beard Taoist shouted.

This person is also a first-rate master, but this person is very cunning. Despite his martial arts, he is too cautious and has been hiding in the crowd. Seeing that the young god is blocking the killing god and rampant, he can't hold back and look for opportunities. .

"Young man, I just want to take the evil swordsmanship to take a look. I don't want to hurt your life. As long as you take out the evil spirits swordsmanship to let everyone take a look, everyone will be grateful. Will kill you again."

After he reminded him, everyone looked at the young man again and found that the man's complexion was indeed pale and terrifying, and his aura was weakened a lot, as if he was strong.Hearing the four characters of the evil sword spectrum again, his spirits suddenly shook, and the fire that was about to go out ignited again.

They all thought: This boy is so young that he is so terrifying just because he has obtained the evil swordsmanship. If he has learned magic skills, he will be able to cross the sky and the earth.

If Ji Wushang hadn't heard of it, his eyes were still calm, but he saw his body disappear like a ghost again, and a black shadow in the air flashed like thunder and lightning.

Ji Wushang's speed is still extremely fast, which is shocking.

The Taoist White Beard saw Ji Wushang approaching in no time, and his cold hair was hardened. Fortunately, he was prepared and prepared, and his swords flew up.

Cang!

It was unusual for the lightning and flint to block Ji Wushang's sword.

Although the evil swordsmanship kills the world, its most deadly place lies in this. The evil swordsmanship has offensive but no defense. It moves forward without retreating. The sword is deadly. If the attack is blocked, it will fall into no defense. Power, threatening life.

I saw the Taoist White Beard sneer, the short sword opened Ji Wuhuan’s long sword, and the long sword turned into silver light, instantly covering the seven vital points of Ji Wuhuan’s body. Although it is impossible to hit at the same time, it contains subsequent changes. , There must be a trick to make contributions.

"Ah!"

Ji Wushang chuckled, his strength is indeed not long lasting. The Sunflower Book is the first to practice qi, sunflower true qi and mind are the core, and evil swords are extremely powerful. In fact, he uses the qi sword. The speed of killing seems like fantasy. Freehand brushwork is actually quite expensive.