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Just at this moment, hundreds of underworld warriors crowded in, and dozens of cold soldiers drowned Ji Wushang's figure, only to see the countless cold lights killing Ji Wushang's limbs, but they didn't kill him at all. Leaving his life tortured to ward off evil swordsmanship.

The offensive was dense, terrifying and terrifying.

boom!

Vigorously boiling.

The remaining few first-class masters were shocked when they saw it, and they didn't dare to be confident that they could still survive in it.

laugh!

A group of silver light exploded from the crowd, and hundreds of sword shadows flew up.

The bodies of the dozens of people closest to Ji Wushang were as fragile as tofu, and they instantly turned into pieces of corpse, blood-colored flying, and it turned into a rain of blood.

The momentum of hundreds of underworld heroes was stagnant.

Looking at the young man again, it was astounding to see a demon.

Ji Wushang was unscathed, his handsome face was still flat, and he stepped out step by step, like stepping on snow in a dream, both real and illusory.

The body is like a ghost, and the speed is like an electric light.

He took the initiative to break into a group of underworld heroes, and let the surging killing intent pour in, and thousands of cold soldiers approached, and he seemed to have never seen it.

The long sword in his hand turned into a boundless cold light, and wherever he passed, it was as if no one was blocking him, but all those who hindered him turned into corpses.

The sky was cloudy and rainy, and the blood mist was flying.

After a while, more than a hundred underworld heroes were killed by Ji Wushang's sword.

He was doing his best at this time, and a first-class master was not the enemy of a sword, and even more than a few hundred people were all second- and third-class, and he was not a master.

Countless black and red colors gathered towards Ji Wushang, and in the sea of ​​consciousness, black and red flames grew wildly on the two lotus pedestals.

Ji Wu's killing was too crazy, like Shura's life, which made the remaining heroes of the underworld fearful, and the offensive couldn't help but be slow.

Ji Wushang had no intention of showing mercy at all. He was like a wandering dragon, straddling dozens of meters in one step, smashing into the shadows, his head was severed and his limbs flew.

"Ok?"

Ji Wushang suddenly retracted his sword, and behind him, a black shadow shaped like a ghost, shot out from the crowd, with a momentum like lightning and lightning, revealing thousands of killing intent.

Obviously, this move has been accumulating for a long time, and it only needs one hit to kill.

Clang!

Ji Wushang came first, the two swords intersected, and the sound of the sword sound made people feel cold.

This is the first time that his sword has come into contact with other weapons, because Ji Wushang's swords are all rushing for human lives, ignoring the enemy's weapons at all.

It can be seen that the attack speed of this raider is very fast.

This is a first-class master who is not inferior to the peak of the wood.

But, so what!

hum!

A strange dark energy penetrated the long sword into the person who was attacking, and when he saw the person screaming, the long sword let go, but the hand holding the sword was shattered.

Ji Wushang's long sword followed closely, piercing his throat, and the man was unwilling to die.

The strangeness of this sword is only because Ji Wushang integrated the secret use of the Heart-Destructing Palm into the sword, letting the opponent's copper skin and iron bones die when touched.

Chapter 15, Evil Sword, Blood Sword

The corpses are everywhere, none of them are complete, brutal and bloody, the blood melts into the rain, and spreads on this land, like a hellish scene.

The slaughter continued. Hundreds of people besieged a young man. There was no suspense. The picture that appeared in the eyes of the onlookers and other people in the right way and the left way was completely opposite to what they imagined.It was more like the one-sided massacre of hundreds of underworld heroes by that young man.

However, the killing has started, and no one can stop it.

The field was thrilling, and the more than [-] people from the right and left who were watching outside the field were also afraid to breathe, and many of the underworld masters who died were famous for them.

Some fierce names are out, and once encountered in the rivers and lakes, they have to be afraid of three points.

At this time, seeing those people like beasts being slaughtered at will, not only did they not feel the slightest joy in their hearts, but their scalps became numb.

The boy in black, every time he swings his sword, he is freehand, like dancing in the rain, but every time he dances, a lot of fresh life passes away.

The fluffy blood flowers bloom in the rain curtain, poignant and coquettish, the earth is blood red.

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

Unfortunately, they are hard to appreciate.

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

At this time, all the nuns of the Hengshan faction had become stagnant. Master Dingyi turned around and saw that all the disciples were pale in the rain, and some people had turned their backs and vomited in a panic.

"Master" the little nun Yilin closed her eyes and trembled, making her lovable.

Master Dingyi chanted the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, but he did nothing and said nothing.Because they know that many of these disciples are not very old, they have been worshipping Buddha sincerely in Hengshan since childhood, and their minds are pure.

It's just that the Hengshan School is not purely a secular Buddhist practice. In the arena, some things will be experienced sooner or later. The rivers and lakes are dangerous. Although today's killing is terrifying, it is actually more terrifying for people's hearts. Today's experience is a rare experience.

But in fact, it is more than them. Many young people with less experience outside the field are also pale at this time, looking at the young man who may be younger than them, like a ruthless Shura wanting their lives, even if the young man is not their enemy, it is the same. A terrible imprint was left on their minds.