Chapter 739
He is really not interested in Qishixiwuhua.
He is interested in Lin Yun, these enchanting sects might be amazing. But they are somewhat arrogant and lack of experience in the arena, even if they know that they are not credible.
You will also feel that you are ready to hold him in your hands at any time.
He has a way to deal with this kind of junior. When the time comes, when Lin Yun dies in his hands, more than Xiwuhua, all the treasures on Lin Yun belong to him.
For example, that sword is very good.
The old man squinted his eyes, his smile gradually thickened, and the greedy color in his eyes was not leaking.
“You do not deserve.”
The sword came out and returned to the sheath, Lin Yun picked flowers and left.
It’s just that on the empty ground, in addition to the five headless corpses, there was one more corpse that was cut in half by lightning.
The blood is stained with yellow sand, and the remaining temperature has not dispersed.
At the last moment, the black-clothed old man hadn’t seen how Lin Yun’s sword was used, perhaps he didn’t even want to understand how he died.
As for the sword-man, he has already left.
For Lin Yun, without thinking too much, how could he be friends with an evil cultivator whose purpose is obviously impure. No matter how dangerous it is in this dry sea, it won’t get mixed up with this kind of person.
As for why he sacrificed his life to run through the thunder and cut the lightning, I didn’t think too much.
It’s just Lin Yun’s keen sense that there is no need to stay here for too long. If he can kill with one sword, that one sword is enough.
Putting the petals into the sword box, Lin Yun disappeared in place as a wisp of blue smoke.
Not long after he left, dense brown ants and insects sprang up in the desert, swallowing all the corpses on the ground in the blink of an eye, with a few withered bones under his body.
In the dry sea, thousands of people swarmed in just one day. The original tranquility was suddenly broken, and the killing did not stop for a moment.
Some people died at the hands of insidious monsters, blood stained with yellow sand, and died halfway before seeing the tomb of King Xingjun.
But more people died in the hands of the same kind.
Every place in the dry sea is full of blood and killing, which is hard to resist.
A filthy swamp land, with a drop of blood, the corpses of many sect disciples fell to the ground, lifeless.
Most of those corpses were mutilated and scattered in a sparse manner, with very brutal methods. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people very uncomfortable.
In the middle of this marshland, there is a very strange grass, surrounded by ash and smoke. If you look closely, you will find that the gray smoke is like a huge swimming dragon, shrouded in the grass, very surprised.
Hualongcao!
This is Hualongcao, it is a rare treasure of heaven and earth, and once it emerges from the outside world, it will attract the competition of the strong from all sides.
But right now, these more than a dozen elite disciples of various major sects looked at the Hualongcao but remained motionless. On the contrary, his expression was horrified, trembling, and the hand holding the blade was shaking.
Just because there was a person standing beside that Hualongcao.
The man was dressed in black, his face was expressionless, his cold gaze fell on the dragon grass, and there was no fluctuation at all.
He held a sword in his right hand, the blade was cold, and there was blood on the tip of the sword, dripping drop by drop.
This person is Ji Wuming, the big disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect, who ranked 53rd in the last feast of dragons. Known as the blood hand butcher, his sword is fast and cruel, fierce and fierce, more cruel than the knife in the hands of the butcher.
In this filthy swamp, there are several groups of sect disciples who are fighting for this dragon grass.
But never expected that Ji Wuye rushed in during the chaotic battle. Kill people when you see them, regardless of sect.
Kill one person with one sword, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people died under his sword, without a whole body!
The rest of the people were frightened on the spot and didn’t dare to move anymore, so they could only look at this person shiveringly.
“Ji Wuye, we dare not fight with you with this Hualong Grass, can we let us survive?”
“Young Master Ji, you, as the Tianjiao evildoer on the Long Yun list, don’t know the same as us, do you?”
“We really don’t know that this dragon grass was taken by Ji Gongzi.”
“Spare us!”
Under this stalemate, it was too torturous, and the remaining sect disciples finally couldn’t stand it and asked for mercy.
“Hualong Herb comes from me, do you need to let it? Tsk tsk, the face is really big.”
Ji Wuye grinned strangely, and there was a sudden chill in Gu Jing Bubo’s eyes, and sneered: “Don’t say I won’t give you a way to survive. Give you three breaths. If you can pass my sword, you can live.”
“run!”
After hearing this, the rest of the people didn’t dare to wait any longer and turned around and ran away.
Looking at these sect disciples running wild, Ji Wuye’s mouth turned into a playful smile, which was rather strange.
“The time has come!”
When the three breaths were over, the smile on his face suddenly solidified, and his expression became extremely cold. The sword power all over his body was gleaming with thick blood, and the ice-cold sword intent, piercing the bones and devouring the heart. He was actually like a sea of killing intent, perfectly integrated into the sword, and it was terrifying.
boom!
His vast sword power turned into a tide rolling out, and in the blink of an eye, he swallowed everyone who had run for a kilometer.
“What’s the matter, I can’t move…”
“Damn it, what the hell is going on, my legs don’t listen.”
“Damn it, what the hell is going on!”
At the moment of being shrouded by the blood and lightsaber, the killing intent was like a poisonous snake invading everyone’s body, and a group of people suddenly fell into the abyss, cold all over, sinking into it, and their vision was hazy.
Only a few people, with flushing complexion, moved their bodies forward with great difficulty.
Qiuyue Hanjiang, bloody sword like abyss!
A terrifying chill suddenly raged on Ji Wuye’s body, and countless sword lights were like moonlight falling on the river. Along with the indifferent killing, and the city of vast rivers, the moonlight condenses into a bloody abyss, ruthlessly strangling those who are trapped in it.
Puff! Puff!
Suddenly screamed and wailed. This swamp land is like purgatory on earth, with broken limbs and corpses, which is shocking.
When Ji Wuye received the sword and returned to its sheath, no one stood, and a drop of blood was covered in all directions. The blood sword was like an abyss, it was really worthwhile.
This is Ji Wuye, the bloodhand butcher Ji Wuye, and the third terrifying existence on the Long Yun list!
Faintly, there is still one person who is quite tenacious, crawling hard in the pile of corpses. People’s desire to survive will always have unimaginable perseverance. Under such purgatory, they are still crawling with a breath of difficulty.
“ignorance.”
Ji Wuye’s expression was indifferent, and he smiled cruelly.
As soon as the words fell, the sect disciple who was crawling on the swamp suddenly showed bloodstains like centipedes on his face. This bloodstain spread all over his body and squirmed, and the person was in pain and let out a heart-piercing scream.
Bang!
When the scream reached its limit, there was a loud noise, like a thunder on the ground. The only surviving sect disciple suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood with a bang, and a pit of several hundred meters was created in the ground out of thin air. There was a rustle of wind in the pit, and the blood was like ink.
It seemed that a bloody abyss had formed, a bloody abyss, and the sound of the sword resounded like a demon.
“People are all dead, and I don’t want to think, you are also a waste, why can you still live?”
Ji Wuye sneered again and again, and then his eyes were like electricity, falling on the Hualong Grass, and he took a sharp breath.
Rumble!