Chapter 351

"Bang!"

His body was like a broken kite, and Wang Qi fell to the ground. It was horrible to see, and his mouth screamed endlessly. The whole right arm was soft, like a bone completely shattered.

Wang Qi's fist was also dripping with blood. The bones were broken, and the broken bones and flesh had been completely smashed and kneaded together. The bones were white, and the skin was torn. Let's endure looking at it with panic!

Such a scene, full of stupefied, it is difficult to regain consciousness for a time.

A disciple of the inner sect, who suffered such a heavy blow with one move, is not an opponent at all.

Xu Jiahui and others were also silly. No one had expected such a result.

Tengming was also dumbfounded. He stared at the field and looked frozen for a long time.

"Ah..."

The shrill scream and wail immediately made everyone come back to their senses, and immediately their faces changed greatly.

"That boy is weird. Elder martial brother, come on together, come on together!"

Soon, Tengming drank loudly, roared in horror, and let others go together, but his steps were involuntarily backward.

"Ah... You give me a go, kill that boy for me, kill!"

Wang Qi screamed and wailed, struggled to get up, with blood in his mouth. He drank bitterly and coldly, and his face was ferocious, like madness.

His whole arm was destroyed and directly turned into meat paste powder, which could not be recovered. How could he use the sword in the future? This is equivalent to abolishing him.

"Whew, whew, whew..."

Under the loud shouts of Tengming and Wang Qi, the remaining eight inner disciples also immediately completely recovered, one by one secretly clenched their teeth, and a sword appeared in their hands.

The sword is full of brilliance and pressure, and the level is extraordinary, not ordinary.

"This boy is weird. Let's fight together!"

A young man drank heavily, and the sword rhyme in his hand condensed.

"Buzzing..."

At that time, eight figures quickly surrounded and attacked the lineup, trapping Su Yi in it.

The eight swords are shining, and the breath of the eight part yuan xuanjing level is diffuse. Together, they are also quite powerful.

"Whew, whew, whew..."

The eight swords shot fiercely and swept the air, and the breath shrouded Su Yi.

Eight inner disciples shot at the same time and defeated Su Yi together.

This made Xu Jiahui and others look dignified again, and couldn't help mentioning a star in Su Yi's throat.

Eight sword Qi swept at the same time, enveloping in all directions.

Su Yi stood in the middle, shoulder length black long hair dancing, and a chill became more and more intense.

These so-called inner disciples are really arrogant.

Eight people shot at the same time, and the attack was all-out, a killing move!

It's really not afraid to kill an external disciple. I didn't worry about the death of the external disciple at all. The law of the jungle, but so!

"Hum!"

The vitality poured into the three foot long sword in Su Yi's hand, and the light immediately covered the long sword in Su Yi's hand. A sharp breath swept away, with a kind of cold breath, so that the temperature around suddenly began to drop.

"Ice shadow sword formula, ice shadow kill!"

At the same time, Su Yi's eyes swept out a white light, and his long sword was straight in his palm. In an instant, the sword light burst out in all directions.

"Whew..." the sword awns converged and turned into a blooming sword flower on top of my head, with a cold breath, bright and sharp!

"Dang Dang..." sword lights collided, and suddenly the sound of the golden song symphonized, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The dense sword light constantly touched each other, and both erupted into a frightening breath and fierce strength.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

It was only a short time, and there were swords around that fell out of their hands in the distance.

The sword light was broken, and eight figures shot out upside down. When people were in the air, they had already vomited blood.

The blood mist poured, eight figures fell in all directions, their hair was messy, their clothes were ragged, their bodies were cut, their blood was flowing, and some places showed thick bones, and the tiger's mouth was covered with blood.

"Ah..."

Eight people screamed and howled, and suffered heavy losses. Everyone was like a dozen swords in his body. He was seriously injured, leaving only a dying scream.

Silly, completely silly.

Xu Jiahui and others were even more shocked and inexplicable. They couldn't help fighting the cold war all over.

Su Yi's three foot long sword was dripping blood, his eyes were red, and the cold light was everywhere. He didn't look at the screaming people lying on the ground anymore, so he took the sword and went to Tengming.

These so-called inner disciples of the divine sword sect are only three or four times of cultivation in the yuan Xuan realm, which is vulnerable to Su Yi's current strength.

Although Su Yi kept a lot of hands, he was also angry at this time. If he wanted to be absolutely shocked, he would not be too polite to start.

Without the means of seeing blood, I'm afraid there will be no real shock!

"You, what do you want to do? My brother will soon become a pro disciple. If you dare to touch me, my brother will not let you go..."

Tengming, who was in shock, was trembling. Looking at Su Yi who came in, his eyes were shocked and frightened. His trembling body trembled and retreated. Then he shouted to the 40 or 50 external disciples who were still in shock: "what are you doing in a daze? Kill the boy together quickly. I'm responsible for anything. Hurry up..."

The forty or fifty outer disciples looked at each other, looking at Tengming, Wang Qi and other inner disciples lying on the ground screaming, and then looking at Su Yi, who was like the God of war at the moment, dared to come forward, but they all retreated involuntarily.

"What do you want to do, my brother will not let you go..."

Tengming was afraid and looked at Su Yi who kept coming forward. His body trembled and softened, and his horror filled the bottom of his heart.

Originally, I thought there were internal disciples, but that boy was dead, not to mention so many internal disciples.

But Tengming didn't expect to kill him, but the result was such a huge contrast as he expected.

"This foot is for Miss Jiahui to pay you back!"

Su Yi arrived in front of Tengming, his eyes awe inspiring, and kicked directly up.

"Bang!"

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Su Yi was not polite, and this foot was not something Tengming could avoid. The stuffy noise immediately came out and kicked Tengming's belly firmly.

"Ah..."

With a scream, Tengming's body suddenly shook and flew. When he hit the ground, he vomited blood, rolled in pain with his lower abdomen, and howled endlessly.

"Last time I didn't pay enough for you, this time I won't!"

Su Yi arrived in front of Tengming, who screamed and rolled, opened his mouth lightly, and the three foot long sword in his hand was immediately cut down.

"Hiss..."

The sword light swept out, and in the dilation of the pupil, Tengming's right arm wrapped in the bandage was shoulder high and broken, and the blood rushed.

"Ah..."

Tengming screamed and tore his heart and lungs. Under the severe pain, his eyes darkened and he immediately fainted.

Everyone's eyes trembled. That young man was really ruthless.

"What else does he have to do?"

Suddenly, someone couldn't help but tremble wildly. He saw the boy like the God of war, full of evil spirit, walking towards the inner disciples who were lying on the ground.