Chapter 398

Under this blade, the master of martial arts can also be killed, not to mention these disciples who have just developed their magic power.

"Dare you

Finally, the four elders who came back to me were dripping blood. These disciples are all elites of the sect and the mainstay of Taiyi sect. However, they are killed by Meng ran at the moment. How can they not feel heartache.

However, Meng ran, who had already been killed in the crowd, was as if death had come to the world, and his sword was cut out in succession. With each chop, several disciples of Taiyi sect were killed.

The blood and the remnant limbs sprinkle in the sky, this is a killing machine completely!

"Hate! I hate it

The old man with goat beard is about to crack. He has already attacked. However, Meng Ran's speed is too fast, leaving only a shadow. The skill of this elder is that it is hard to touch Meng Ran's clothes!

There are many disciples who want to use magic to resist the terrible sword, but they have not even formed their fingerprints, and their bodies have been separated.

The remaining disciples of Taiyi school were all red in their eyes. One by one, they pulled out their sharp swords and chopped at Meng ran.

These sharp knives of Taiyi sect are all made by Baigang. In terms of manufacturing technology, they are not inferior to Jiangbei military region.

The blade is covered with faint cold light. All of them are magic weapons that can be broken by blowing hair and cutting iron like mud.

At that time, taiyimen disciples used these weapons to fight with the super soldiers holding the three edged army stab.

There are no less than a dozen Chinese soldiers who died under this sharp knife.

It is Ning Feixuan to see these people in the hands of the silver glittering sharp knife, beautiful jade face is also exposed a touch of deep-seated hatred.

Dozens of sharp knives were cut off together, tearing the layers of air, vowing to chop the young man in white into a pool of meat mud!

"Mole ants are mole ants after all. You can't defile the two words of technique."

A sarcasm, Meng Ran's seven foot sword awn in the hand, horizontal cut and come!

Click! CLICK!

With a piercing sound of weapons crashing, these iron cutting magic weapons, in front of Meng Ran's seven foot sword awn, like paper paste, immediately cracked!

Meng ran leaped into the air, and the seven foot sword in his hand was like an antelope hanging on a horn. A circular arc of sabre Qi was cut out perfectly, just like a new moon rising slowly.

However, this wonderful form made all the people present cold.

Only because after one knife, the corpses of nine disciples were separated and died on the spot!

"Devil! He is a devil

Finally, a disciple could not stand the terrible scene. He was so frightened that he threw away the sharp knife in his hand and ran away in a rolling manner.

However, Meng ran did not intend to let go of a person from the beginning to the end.

"Devil? When you slaughtered the unarmed people, did you ever think that you were the devil in their eyes? The world is really interesting when the devil kills the devil. "

In the cold laughter, Meng ran bent his fingers and crossed 30 meters, directly penetrating the disciple's heart.

At this time, eight blades of wind swept across the void, and the target was Meng Ran's back!

"Son of a bitch, you die for me!"

The black robed Elder spoke hoarsely, his voice was sharp and harsh, and his eyes were ferocious.

The young man in white with his back to him is like an old monk, but he is still and let the wind blade attack him!

"Hit it

The four black robed elders were all overjoyed when they saw this scene.

The eight wind blades hit Meng Ran's back as if they had hit a diamond. They actually made a "Ding Ding" sound, and then turned into a stream of smoke, eliminating the invisible!

"It's hard to hurt! Is his body comparable to Buddha? "

In the voice that the old man in black couldn't believe, he saw a bright blue sword, which gave him a glance. "Zila", the two arms of taiyimen elder fell to the ground in response to the sound, and blood poured down.

"Ah

Meng ran cut off two arms of the old man, staggering to the ground, the face is distorted because of pain.

Meng ran walked slowly towards the black robed old man who fell to the ground. Every step he took, several lives were reaped mercilessly by the seven foot sword awn.

Ten steps later, the whole Taiyi gate was full of corpses, and nearly a hundred disciples died!

The seven foot sword awn pointed at the black robe elder who was curled up on the ground. Meng ran shook his head slowly:

"you are too weak."