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In the far north, heiyanyuan, above heiyantai.

The strange blood line, under the dazzling light of the sword, directly soared to the sky, making the dark sky suddenly become a little strange.

Ling Jian's body ejected from the black burning platform. With the help of his feet, he rose to the sky and picked up the head. With a wave of his sleeve robe, his head disappeared. Then his body fell directly on WAN Leijie's body. The violent shock of his body was to shatter the body of the young man, and the blood filled the whole area On and off the stage.

An extreme blood evil spirit filled the whole environment of heiyantai. The atmosphere around heiyantai was very strange and monstrous.

After a long time, the disciples of Wan leizong all around the heiyantai reacted. When they realized this scene, in addition to the blood red eyes, which made them feel sober, there was an irresistible color of horror. They stared at the standing on the heiyantai as if they were killing a God Like a teenager.

"Little Lord!"

Around heiyantai, the disciples of wanleizong screamed out one after another. The voice was hysterical and full of extreme grief. The miserable voice tore the void and was extremely miserable.

"Ah, this damned young man actually killed the young master of our wanlei sect. Let's go together. Who killed this young man will get the chance to enter the sect boundary at that time!"

"Don't be afraid, this boy is powerful, but he is only one person. Let's fight together and kill him!"

In the distance, the elder martial brother, who was still some distance away from heiyantai, climbed up from the ground with difficulty. His face was as gloomy as water, and he was full of anger. He pointed to Ling Jian and immediately ordered the disciples of Wan leizong around him.

"Kill him and take revenge for the young master!"

"Kill

The figures of the disciples of wanlei sect were like locusts passing through the sky. They came to Lingjian with astonishing waves. The overwhelming atmosphere made the dark world tremble slightly.

Even the elder martial brother, who is as powerful as liuchongtian, feels a creepy feeling. His heart is also sneering. The smile at the corner of his mouth becomes more and more ferocious, full of killing.

"Boy, what can you do if you kill Wan Leijie? You'll still die!"

The venomous roar poured out from the elder martial brother's mouth.

However, the overwhelming posture and the creepy atmosphere did not make the young man who was like killing gods feel uncomfortable. Instead, he glanced at the figures of locusts passing by, his eyes were more calm and his spirit of killing was more intense.

"Kill

Ling Jian's eyes were red in a moment, as if he had entered the initial crazy state of the earth's fierce bear. A breath of amazing blood ran out from Ling Jian's spirit cover, and a wave of killing air swept all over his body. When the chaotic times sword was slightly shocked, he was hugged in front of him, his eyes were awe inspiring, and the powerful spirit was released, which was instilled into the chaotic times sword.

Hum!

The sword of troubled times trembles slightly. Ling Jian's hands embrace the sun and the moon as if encircling the sun and the moon. Then it shakes suddenly. The sword of troubled times in the virtual embrace trembles suddenly and then soars up into the sky. With a rush of disordered sword light, it directly shatters the space and aura above. A scene of disorder and explosion appears on people's heads.

Boom!

In the sky of Heiyan terrace, there is a terrible black light whirlpool, just like the end of heilian's blooming and continuous rotation, which seems to contain thunder, strong sword light, just like the roar of a dragon, looming in heilian, and then a sudden shock, breaking the shackles of heilian, turns into a loud sword light, falling all over the world.

Between the sky, formed a sword rain, quickly cut down.

The dazzling white light, the dark world of heiyanyuan, seems to completely disperse.

"Ah."

"Ah

A scream, the color of despair, constantly spread, reverberated around the black burning platform, spread to the smile on the face and the color of certainty gradually solidified down on the face of the elder martial brother.

The elder martial brother is staring at the strange scene in front of him, looking at the scene like the black lotus of Doomsday in the sky, and feeling a thick air of death.

A disciple of wanleizong fell into the pool of blood between each other. The sword light was rampant and fell down. There was a disciple of wanleizong, whose head was in a different place and who was extremely miserable.

Around the black burning platform, the blood was dyed red, and the corpses were vertical and horizontal, just like Shura hell.

However, in the center of such a Shura hell, there is a calm young man, who looks like a murderer. At the moment, he is standing on the spot, his eyes are not happy or sad, and indifferent.

"This..."

The elder martial brother's legs trembled with fright, and he almost knelt on the ground. He looked at the young man in the Shura hell, who was just like killing gods. From beginning to end, the young man just hugged the sword of troubled times, and then flew out. This simple behavior brought a scene like Shura hell."Back up!"

The elder martial brother suppressed the palpitations from the bottom of his heart and tried his best to keep his legs from softening. He shot out of the black burning abyss like death without turning his head and ran away as fast as he could.

In Heiyan terrace, the scene of Shura hell all around didn't touch Ling Jian. The people of wanlei sect killed innocent people indiscriminately and killed the disciples of Qingyun sect. They asked for it. They didn't want to trouble Qingyun sect. Once they attacked, Ling Jian would never mind giving it back ten times.

Standing at Heiyan terrace, the young man, who was like a murderer, suddenly moved his heart. His eyes narrowed slightly and looked far ahead. However, in his sight, he saw a fast escape, disappeared instantly, and turned into a black shadow. On his face, there was a strong and extreme cold awn. Then his body moved, and he directly stood up. With one move of his hand, the sword of troubled times came from the sky The dark black lotus was drawn out of the room.

With a sharp drink, Ling Jian, holding the sword of troubled times, is like a sword. With the piercing wind, he rushes forward quickly and penetrates several disciples of wanlei sect who have not been wiped out. His heart is full of the pleasure of speaking freely.

"My dead Qingyun disciples, the young patriarch will take revenge for you very soon. There is only the last one left in this batch."

"Beast, you can't run away. Let's see how master Ben killed you..."

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