Infinite evolution: I know all the plots

Ling Yun glanced coldly around the venue, everyone's hearts seemed to have been hit with a small hammer, and they started beating wildly.

With a bang, the monk who was stuck in the air by the black rope fell to the ground, among the Mingjiao disciples and other martial arts masters.

The monk was not completely dead, lying on the ground twitching non-stop, with blood spurting from his mouth.

For a moment, the entire Houshan Square was completely quiet, and everyone seemed to be breathing much less.

Everyone couldn't help but think of Ling Yun's tyranny in the battle of Guangmingding. All the masters who saw Ling Yun being possessed by a demon were all terrified.

A person from the beggar gang suddenly jumped up, apparently wanting to flee down the mountain.

Hearing a few chichi sounds, the man had just flew a foot away when he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw that there were three big holes in his chest, and three black cables as hard as iron passed through his chest, making him feel like The monk was also nailed in mid-air.

"what!"

Only now did the man feel the unbearable pain in his chest, let out a scream, and struggled in the air.

After struggling a few times, he tilted his head and lost his breath.

Tick ​​tock!

Only the sound of blood dripping on the ground was heard.

Everyone looked at the dead body in mid-air, carrying eight cloth bags, it was Chen Youliang, the elder of the Eight Bags of the Beggar Clan.

Seeing Chen Youliang being brutally killed by Ling Yun in an instant, several members of the beggar gang were so frightened that they took a few steps back unconsciously.

The sound of rustling footsteps reached everyone's ears, which was very ear-piercing.

There were only a few chichi sounds, and there were a few more bodies on the black rope hanging in the air, and they were strung together one by one by the black rope, and together with Chen Youliang's corpse, they were lined up in a row.

The bodies of several people were pressed together, screaming and struggling because of the pain.

After a while, one after another stopped their movements and lowered their heads.

Tick ​​tock!

The sound of blood dripping became more and more loud.

Ling Yun looked coldly at the several corpses strung together by Heisuo, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if thinking of the candied haws that children love to eat.

The black mist in Ling Yun's eyes seemed to be extremely excited, and it kept moving in the eyes, and the area seemed to be bigger.

"Who else? Who else hurt my Mingjiao disciple just now?"

Ling Yun's voice was like a demon in hell, reaching everyone's ears.

The timid began to have calves cramping, teeth chattering, and clucking noises.

"Let's go together, I don't believe that he alone can kill all our masters. If you kill him, Xie Xun and Dragon Saber will be ours!"

Suddenly, a monk among the Shaolin monks uttered a loud cry.

Many people in the field have never been to the Bright Summit, nor have they seen Ling Yun's true strength, and many people's hearts began to stir.

Wealth is in danger!
After all, Dragon Slaying Knife and Martial Arts Supreme are too attractive to everyone.

After hearing this, all the masters of the Ming Cult who had gathered around heard this, and they all plucked up their courage, and walked slowly towards Ling Yun step by step, ready to take the risk.

"Block them, if Wuji kills too much, the demonic possession will become more and more serious, and the consequences will be disastrous."

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao ordered decisively, and led the masters of the Wudang faction to stand in front of Ling Yun, ready to stop him.

Seeing this, the masters surrounding Ling Yun stopped in their tracks. After all, Wudang's reputation was too great, and every Wudang master still held a handful of "thunderbolt thunderbolts" in their hands, so they had to be cautious.

"Step aside!"

Ling Yun let out a low growl, shook his right hand, and the three black cables retracted instantly, and the corpse on the black cables fell to the ground with a thud.

Song Yuanqiao looked back, and Ling Yun looked at him with a ferocious face, as if he would kill him if he refused to let Kai.

"Wuji, you."

"Step aside!"

Ling Yun let out a loud roar, the sound shook Song Yuanqiao's scalp numb.

Song Yuanqiao sighed and made a gesture, all the masters of the Wudang faction moved aside one after another.

Seeing this, the masters surrounding Ling Yun were overjoyed, raised their weapons, and all flew towards Ling Yun.

"act recklessly!"

Song Yuanqiao shook his head and closed his eyes, as if unwilling to see the cruel scene that was about to happen.

Seeing that Ling Yun didn't seem to move at all, everyone thought he was bluffing before.

After all, fighting with the three elders of Shaolin, even if Ling Yun wins in the end, I am afraid that there will not be much remaining internal energy. The killing of those people before may be the last flashback, trying to scare everyone.

Thinking in his heart, the attacks of those masters became more fierce, and they all took out the most powerful moves in their lives, and all greeted Ling Yun.

Seeing that the fastest person's sword tip was about to pierce Ling Yun's body, that person's eyes shone with excitement, as if the dragon-slaying knife was already in his pocket.

The man was just about to laugh, but suddenly he felt his hand tightening, the long sword was held by Ling Yun's left hand at some point, and he couldn't move forward any more.

The next moment Ling Yun suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at him, those eyes were covered with black mist, lifeless, like a human-eating demon in Jiuyou.

The man's heart skipped a beat, and he was so frightened that he immediately changed his recruit sword and backed away.

Unfortunately it was too late!

The man only felt a huge burst of true energy coming from the tip of the long sword. Ling Yun pushed with his left hand, and the hilt of the long sword hit the man's chest in an instant. He felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, the sword of the long sword The handle unexpectedly pierced his heart, and then pierced out from his back with a sneer.

Before he could even utter a scream, the man died instantly.

Ling Yun shook the tip of the sword, and the corpse on the hilt flew out.

With a single finger, the long sword turned around, and the hilt fell into Ling Yun's hand.

Looking at the many masters who were still going forward, Ling Yun showed a bloodthirsty sneer on his ferocious face.

I saw the sword in Ling Yun's hand gradually glowing with a white gleam, and began to gather the super sword tips at high speed.

At this time, several masters rushed towards Ling Yun with various fierce moves.

The three of them suddenly felt a white light flash in front of them, their eyes turned black, and were split in half by three white sword lights in an instant.

At this time, the masters who came after saw this situation and all stopped in fright. Seeing the three bloody corpses split into six halves by the sword light, they were so frightened that they kept trembling.

Only at this moment did they realize that they had made a serious mistake. It turned out that Ling Yun hadn't used his full strength in the fight with the three Shaolin elders.

Ling Yun looked at them expressionlessly, his eyes kept sweeping over them, as if he was picking his next target.

One of the masters let out a scream, performed lightness kung fu, and retreated quickly, trying to escape.

Ling Yun didn't even look at it, and with a wave of his left hand, another white sword light shot out, and the master who had just taken two steps was split in half in an instant.

Seeing this, the other masters knew that they had made a wrong choice, so they stopped hesitating immediately, and all quickly backed away and fled in all directions.