Chapter 179

The horrible strength of the Purple Kite Sword Master’s obsession was thoroughly revealed after Lin Yun had cultivated the Purple Kite Sword Art to the fourth level.

Only one sword, only one sword.

The two major sects, who came to kill Lin Yun’s innate powerhouse and the half-step entrance elders, were killed.

The two hundred dead men died the most miserable, and they were frustrated on the spot.

As for the paintings of plums and blood, as well as the elders of the half-step entrance, they are not much better, not even a whole body is left.

From now on, there will be no Jin Yanzong and Xueyunmen separate rudders in this Qingyang City.

As a county town, the sub-rudders established by the three major sects are mostly close to one-third of the strength of this sect.

I am afraid that such a large loss cannot be recovered for many years.

If Mingguang Pavilion is cruel, seizing this opportunity may not be able to dominate Qingyang County.

“Is this… all dead?”

Ming Ye slowly stepped forward and couldn’t help shaking as he watched the scene where the blood was flowing into a river and the debris piled up into a mountain.

In Qingyang County, the weak eat the strong, and the competition is cruel.

Even the massacre of killing the door happened from time to time, and Ming Ye could be regarded as a person accustomed to big scenes.

But this scene before him still caused him a great shock.

Purple Kite Sword Saint’s perseverance, strong and unmatched strength, really left a deep impression on people.

The shock in Lin Yun’s heart was also not small.

The terrifying strength of Wuguang token still surpassed his estimation, and that incredible sword was an eye-opener.

But even so, he did not regret it.

If he didn’t use this black light token, there would still be three big sects fighting against each other, even if he could save his life.

The disciples of Mingguang Pavilion also had to die a lot.

People die like a lamp, Ming Ye is here to help him, so naturally he can’t let these people who help him pay the price of their lives.

For him, it is unacceptable.

Lin Yun nodded and said softly: “Brother Ming, don’t you want to clean up the battlefield?”

All the corpses at the scene were the corpses of the two major sects. I don’t know how many storage bags were left, and there were many mysterious soldiers.

Together, it must be a huge fortune.

“Yeah.”

Ming Ye woke up in shock and turned around and said, “You guys, hurry up and clean this place, Uncle Ming, please take someone to the two sub-rudders.”

The elites, dead men, elders, and principals are all dead, and the two rudders in Qingyang City must be left empty.

Such an opportunity, not to accept it, obviously can’t justify.

“Brother Lin, the trauma of your horse looks terrible, but it’s actually not serious. It may be Bai Lixuan’s three palms that really made it unable to stand up!”

Ming Ye swept his gaze, fell on the lying blood dragon horse, and sighed softly.

When mentioning Bai Lixuan, Lin Yun couldn’t help but gloomy.

With the terrible blood power of the blood dragon horse, the trauma really cannot cause a fatal blow to it, making it so sluggish.

Lin Yun had already guessed that the current situation of the blood dragon horse must have nothing to do with Bai Lixuan!

What an identity Bai Lixuan, the enchanting leader of the Great Qin Empire, can be described as famous all over the world.

With the strength of the seven orifices, against the existence of the ordinary basalt realm, there is a great chance of winning.

Such a cultivation base and identity, such a heavy hand to a horse, made Lin Yun extremely confused.

Don’t give me a chance, this account must be clear!

“I’m afraid that the internal injury is very serious. If you don’t mind, you can take it to the Mingguang Pavilion sub-rudder. The sub-rudder has a full-time beast trainer, who should be able to recover after a period of recuperation.”

Ming Ye paused, looked at Lin Yun, and suggested.

“Then there will be Brother Lao Ming.”

Lin Yun knew nothing about the treatment of monsters, and it was obviously better to hand it over to a professional animal trainer.

After Lin Yun stepped forward to reassure him, a few people from Mingguang Pavilion came over and transported a chariot from the blood dragon horse platform.

“Looking at this internal injury, I am afraid that it will not be able to recover in a short time. Brother Lin has to stay in Guangge for a few days. As for the safety issue, I will ask my father to send him the elder of the Xuanwu Realm.”

For Lin Yun, Ming Ye is trying to make friends as far as he can, and help if he can.

Its revealed potential is very likely to grow into an evildoer, and it should not be a big problem to persuade the family to shoot the powerhouse of the Xuanwu realm.

Lin Yun pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Try to consider the blood dragon horse as much as possible, and give it more time to recover, so as not to save future troubles.

“go.”

Together with the high-level Mingguang Pavilion, the two went to the sub-rudder location in Qingyang City.

After a half-zhu incense, wait until the Mingguang Pavilion congenital warriors all retreat.

In the North Point Plaza, a group of figures appeared from all over and landed on the auction floor.

Seeing the blood flowing into the corpse, they were all shocked, and there was a faint look of horror in their eyes.

“It’s terrible… Lin Yun still has such a method, no wonder he dares to confront the two major sects alone.”

“I think if it’s not for the blood dragon horse, even if you don’t use that treasure, Lin Yun will be able to come and go freely.”

“Now that the two rudders of the two major sects are almost uprooted, the forces in Qingyang County are divided, I am afraid that the cards will be reshuffled.”

“Mingguang Pavilion picked up a big bargain, and it is very likely that it will dominate Qingyang County in the future!”

“So, even if you are a domineering sect, you can never do too much…”

A group of people talked and looked around at the same time, hoping that the disciples of Mingguang Pavilion had missed something.

If you can pick up the storage bag of a half-step porch expert, it can be considered a windfall.

Among the many innate martial artists, who is the most depressed.

The owner of the North Point Plaza must be counted, and North Point, where the half-step porch is cultivated, is the most aggrieved.

The hard-working foundation, the black market that was finally established, is completely ruined today.

That’s not a big deal. It was the broken arm that hit him the most.

If he could give him another chance, he would definitely not choose to help the Black Wind Sansha auction some blood dragon horse.

“Sir, do you want to drive these people away…”

Several subordinates came over and looked at the crowd rumbling around at the auction house, slightly unhappy.

It doesn’t matter if the Mingguang Pavilion searched it again, these idlers and others actually did the same.

“Forget it, this place has been abandoned, quickly pack up some belongings and leave Qingyang City.”

A thick frustration flashed in Beijiao’s eyes. He had made up his mind and left overnight.

He had broken his arm, unless he was promoted to the Xuanwu realm, he would never be able to continue to gain a foothold in Qingyang City.

Three days later.

The North Point Plaza has been empty, and there are collapsed buildings everywhere, and the smell of blood is exuding from the auction floor, and it is everywhere.

Before that, the lively scenes with brilliant voices never returned.

It was completely dead, and I couldn’t see any vitality when I looked around.

It’s hard to imagine that just three days ago, the hottest black market in Qingyang City became the tragic situation it is now.

Whoosh!

The three figures fell from the sky, and when they stood firm, they all frowned slightly.

The pungent smell of blood made several people uncomfortable.

All three of them were dressed in Blood Cloud Gate costumes, and the middle-aged man in the lead exuded an unfathomable breath.

If Ming Ye is here, he should be able to recognize this person.

It was Yan Teng, a high-ranking elder of the Xuanwu Realm in the Blood Cloud Gate!

His son Yan Tianrui died in the hands of Lin Yun, and it was also the bloody hunting order he issued.

“All dead… Really all dead, not alive.”

“It’s miserable.”

The two subordinates next to Yan Tianrui pinched their noses to identify themselves among the decomposed corpses.

“Elder Yan, this should be the corpse of Senior Brother Xuetu…” Amidst the mutilated flesh, one person stopped and said.

Yan Tianrui only glanced, but was too lazy to move.

Feeling the intent of the sword in the air, he was secretly shocked, the inheritance of the Purple Kite Sword Saint was really obtained by that kid?

“Are you sure that kid is still in Mingguang Pavilion?”

Yan Teng didn’t mention Lin Yun’s name. The hatred of killing his son was not shared. He was afraid that he could not restrain himself.

“Yes, but Mingguang Pavilion’s Xuanwu Realm experts have also arrived. It is not easy to forcibly break into Mingguang Pavilion’s sub-rudder.”

“It’s okay… He will come out sooner or later, I have patience.”

Yan Teng’s eyes flashed sinister eyes like a poisonous snake, and the look made people shudder.

Bang bang!

At this moment, a corpse suddenly fell for no reason and appeared in front of the three.

“Who?”

Yan Teng’s face changed drastically. With his strength, he didn’t even sense that anyone was here.

“It’s the elder of the Xuanwu Realm of Jin Yanzong!”

When the three of them saw the face of the owner of the corpse, their expressions suddenly changed, especially Yan Teng, a cloud of haze flashed in their hearts.

The elder of Jin Yanzong’s Xuanwu Realm, like him, should also be inquiring about the situation.

The opponent’s strength is higher than the others.

But such a person, without knowing when, has become a corpse.

“Who the hell is it, come out to me, don’t pretend to be a fool!”

Yan Teng looked sullenly, looking around, his body continued to accumulate momentum, and his whole heart was raised in his throat.

Ding.

Ding……

Ding……

No one answered him, only a piece of flute sounded abruptly in this North Point square. The sky and the earth are everywhere, in all directions and pervasive.

Xiaoyin is seductive, sometimes lingering, sometimes agitated, and sometimes seductive…The tune is changeable, like a magic sound, which makes people feel painful.

Yan Teng’s two subordinates, covering their ears, looked savage and painful, and kept wailing.

Bang bang!

After half a cup of tea, the qi and blood in the two people’s bodies vigorously boiled, unprovoked, and exploded out of thin air.

Yan Teng only felt that his body’s aura was disordered, chaotic, and his internal organs were tumbling under the vibration of Xiao Yin. Xiaoyin enters the soul, even more painful, and it feels like the head is about to explode.

The empty body is powerful and weak, but completely unable to show it.

“Don’t blow it up, please show up, seniors, to bypass the next horrible life.”

Yan Teng felt terrified, and instantly understood that he had provoke an extraordinary existence.

Trying to keep his soul sober, begging for mercy out loud.

But the sound of the flute didn’t stop, on the contrary, it tortured people’s hearts more and more. Yan Teng rolled on the ground in pain, letting out a wailing cry.

By this time, he was no longer trying to survive, only asking the other party to give him joy.

After this torture lasted exactly half an hour, Yan Teng on the ground opened his eyes wide, bleeding from seven holes, but there was no vitality.

A red-clothed girl slowly appeared, pinning the flute around her waist.

Looking at the dead Yan Teng, his face was expressionless. That delicate face seemed to make people tremble at the moment.

The dignified basalt realm powerhouse, just like this, it is unclear.

“Brother Yun, it really doesn’t make people worry.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, like two crescent moons, and his mouth pursed with a smile. It was very different from what Lin Yun saw.

Like a white fox face, smile like a demon!