Chapter 417

"Random."

Shen Zhenyi answers calmly.

Of course, he didn't deliberately choose who to kill first and then. He killed whoever was in a good position and posture. He just chose different martial arts and showed them to different disciples. There is no mistake in this process.

The pure lotus wall was torn open and the red blood flew out!

"This is..."

Looking at the battle in the distance, the swordsman suddenly widened his eyes, narrowed his pupils and surprised his face.

There is no magic sword in the hands of the third master Shen.

The fierce sword still hangs quietly on his waist.

However, the sword of Third Master Shen.

The swordsman rubbed his eyes and clearly saw a black figure in front of Shen Zhenyi. It was just the terrible devil in the shape of magic sword!

It growled ferociously and was tearing the body of Pratt Whitney.

"Hell..."

In the shadow, some people speak, suffering, as if suffering.

Looking for the swordsman body a shock, left and right to find no one, this just lowered the voice, "how do you come out at this time."

The voice in the dark didn't breathe well: "I think I've been torn in two. What the hell is this man. I can summon my sword soul without holding my body. Moreover, I'm confused and completely made by it. It's killing me! "

The evil sword has already had its soul.

The soul of the sword is extremely evil, and it is not controlled by people. Its only situation now is that the noumenon does not belong to Shen Zhenyi. Otherwise, this person will be able to smash its sword spirit at a time!

Liushang believes this clearly.

The man It can be done.

"How dare you fight him?" The swordsman's tone was pathetic and sighed slightly.

"What do you know?"

"This is our only chance."

It gradually lowered its voice, and suddenly screamed, "son of a bitch, if it's not your sword, don't use it like this. Cherish it, it's killing me!"

He sobbed, the sword soul was damaged, and he could not speak any more.

At this time, the inclusive division in the field has been torn to pieces, and the violent black shadow has disappeared.

Shen Zhenyi takes part of the soul of the demon sword liushang and kills the Pu Hui master with a self exploding attack.

"Xiaoxun, the magic sword is controlled by the heart, not by the magic sword. Do you understand?"

He turned back and spoke slowly.

In an instant, he killed three people and taught them, which seemed to happen at the same time, as if it had been a long time.

The four patriarchs who are still fighting against Shen Zhenyi are all with broken eyes. They dare not insist on this time. They all turn their heads and escape backward.

What they meet is not a man, but a monster!

It's the monster of monsters!

Six people attack together. He can still walk around the court and kill two people one after another. He slowly comments on how strong the third master Shen is?

They did not want to think about the revenge they would face later, nor did they pay attention to the surprised eyes of their disciples, nor did they have time to take care of face.

Run!

Only by escaping from the abandoned sword villa can we escape from the plague God. At least we can live a little longer!

"Is that the escape?"

Shen Zhenyi sighed and shook his head slightly, "how come you have no backbone?"

Encounter this kind of abnormal, still talk about backbone?

, Zhong Zhong, four people, make complaints about the eight legs, so that they can escape as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, it was just a very close door, I don't know why it was so far away!

"Which one to go after first?"

Shen Zhenyi is still in good shape.

He held his cheek to ponder, and then lazily walked forward, "if at the beginning, you can think clearly to escape, I will not kill you."

"It's a pity that at this time, you are fleeing because of fear, and you can't get rid of the evil thoughts. That can only be used as a model for me to test the sword for my disciples. "

Between his one step, as if by leaping closer the distance, somehow stopped in front of Xiao Bishui.

Mr. Shen gave the opportunity to look at Xiao Bishui when he was talking to Mrs. Jin.

They can leave.

But they didn't.

With malice and come, unknowingly to his hand, to the end do not know repentance.

There is no need for such a person to survive.

"Is your sword fast?"

"Well, let's go faster than that."

Shen Zhenyi smiles.

Shen felt that she had no time to catch up with the ice water!

Hiss!The speed of sword light is known as the first in the 19th outer city.

Unfortunately, after all, it's only the 19th outer city.

Shen Zhenyi's sword light, later and first, blue flame almost only a little faster than her, then pierced her heart.

Xiao Bishui's iron swallow cut, then stuck in the air, unable to further.

All she felt was stiff and paralyzed, her lips were bitter and her eyes were beginning to loose.

"This is Poison? "

Why use poison to pierce her heart so quickly?

Xiao Bishui felt incredible. What is going on in the head of the third master Shen?

Shen Zhenyi shakes his hand and takes his finger as his sword. However, he has no real contact with Xiao Bishui, but he still needs to clean up.

Turning back, he said in a loud voice, "the poison sword is the fastest, and the fast sword is the most poisonous. Zining, if you can't stab other people's poisonous sword, what's the difference between it and the sword light without poison? "

It turns out that I still want to teach my disciples!

Xiao Bishui's death is not in her eyes, this is the last thought in her mind.

Chu Huoluo curled her mouth in the room. "I always think that master is a little bit of a snake in the cake Even if his sword is non-toxic, the woman will surely die. If elder martial sister zining can have the sword technique like master, why should she participate in the hundred poisons Scripture? "

, if he knew something, he didn't make complaints about Chu's fire, and sat on his knees. He started to wake up.

"Senior sister's qualification is still higher than me!"

Chu Huoluo lamented, "no matter what the master says, she can always get insight and breakthrough."

Princess long chuckled. "That's because the elder martial sister believes in Shifu piously. Every word is based on ruolun's edict. You can't do it. Of course, you won't have so much understanding!"

"Of course, I believe in master unconditionally."

Chu Huoluo is not convinced, but think again, compared with the purple Ning Jun, she is still far behind, and can only laugh.

This is something that can't be forced to do. Maybe only the pure and incomparable nature of zining Jun can have this kind of religious belief.

"You say, if master is really an immortal, isn't elder martial sister zining definitely his disciple?" Chu Huoluo suddenly had a fancy and asked Princess long.

The Lord of Longjun was stunned. Suddenly, he had a mysterious and mysterious feeling. I didn't know what inspiration he had caught, but it was not so clear.

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