All Heavens Immortal Weapon Editor

What was out of tune with this was that Ji Wushang was standing behind Hou Renying at some point, and his handsome face was still calm.

Gently discarding the empty scabbard in his hand, the long sword was unsheathed at an unknown time, and there was no blood on the sword.

No one saw him draw his sword, no one saw him move, and no one saw when he swung the sword.

Silent, like a ghost.

Some people feel cool and creepy.

Ji Wushang was unmoved, calmly, and walked towards the other Qingcheng disciples, holding the long sword in his hand at will, with flaws all over his body.

As the eldest disciple of the Qingcheng School, Hou Renying is a second-rate martial artist. He is well-known in all corners of the world, which is far from unusual. Many brothers and sisters are even more convinced by him. The disciples of the Qingcheng faction were unacceptable, as if in a dream.

Hong Renxiong saw the hesitation on the faces of his fellow apprentices, and he gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "This kid is evil, let's go together."

This roar seemed to dispel their fears.

In an instant, led by the three disciples of Hong Renxiong, Yu Renhao, and Luo Renjie, dozens of long swords formed a sword net, bursting with cold light.

The sword shadows are heavy, and the killing intent pervades.

Seeing Ji Wushang shrouded in sword light, Lin Zhennan looked shocked.

Although Fang Cai was surprised by Ji Wushang's swordsmanship ghosts, and even a young hero like Hou Renying was not a sword opponent, but at this time, seeing this sword formation that even he was terrified to kill, he wouldn't. I feel that my son is safe and sound.

"The rats bully the less with more, and everyone will follow me."

Lin Zhennan roared angrily, waved his long sword, and greeted a group of escorts to swarm up, trying to solve Ji Wushang's danger.

"No need."

Ji Wushang's calm voice sounded.

Immediately, Lin Zhennan and others saw a scene where even they were awe-inspiring.

Ji Wushang's figure under the sword shadows dissipated like smoke, and several silver lights suddenly appeared, breaking through the sword net, shining brightly.

Chapter 8, the so-called warding off evil spirits

Four blood springs rose from the disciples of the Qingcheng School, screamed a few times, and several arms fell to the ground with long swords attached.

That blue shadow is like a ghost, like a dragon flying.

That long sword is even more strange and unpredictable, as fast as silver electricity, and every time it flickers, it brings a bloody flower.

The remaining Qingcheng Sect disciples were horrified, only to feel that Ji Wushang's sword was too strange, and the Songfeng swordsmanship they were so used to seemed to have become a flower fist and embroidered legs at this moment.

No matter how extraordinarily powerful they are, Ji Wushang's sword is despising nothing, never taking any moves, as if every sword is purely for killing people.

This was fundamentally different from the martial arts they had known before.

Unchanged moves, not broken moves, only attacking but not defending, extreme.

This is a slaughter technique that exists exclusively for the purpose of killing.

Every move and every sword seemed to be mediocre, but at that bizarre speed, it became terrifying and endlessly terrifying.

There is an attack but no defense, the sword will kill, but the speed will not break.

Sen Han's sword light danced with the blue shadow, strange and unpredictable, wantonly.

The ghostly figure brings a bloody romance.

Dreamy and creepy.

The ground was wailing, screaming like a wild beast, the broken arms everywhere, and the bluestone slabs under their feet were all dyed blood.

The only standing figure was calm and silent, as if the graceful and unparalleled dancing figure had never appeared before.

Looking at the slender and cold boy, Lin Zhennan and the others were dumbfounded, and suddenly felt extremely strange, like falling into a dream.

"Little thief dare!"

A loud shout exploded out of thin air.

Everyone was stunned, only to see a long rainbow shot from the sky, like a falling meteor.

Sen Luo's murderous intention spreads endlessly.

Ji Wushang's mouth twitched slightly, and the ghost retreated.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person, kicked his right foot, and the figure who had been screaming with a broken arm jumped into the air and slammed into the silver rainbow that suddenly flew.

"Ah! Dad!!"

The person who suddenly bumped into the Changhong saw the person coming, and screamed in fear.

It was Yu Renyan.

Unexpectedly, in order to complete his success, the secretly prepared ultimate move gathered a whole body of energy, turbulent and ruthless, and at this moment, he was too late to tear the blocking figure in half.

Blood was pouring into the sky, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

Wearing a Taoist robe, Yu Canghai, who was short and thin, fell to the ground, looking at his son who was cut into two halves by his own hands.

"Ahhh! My son!!"

Yu Canghai picked up Yu Renyan's body, turned his head to look at Ji Wushang, his eyes were blood red, and his killing intent was soaring to the sky.