Chapter 370： The strength of a generation of sword gods

Chapter 370 The Power of a Generation of Sword Gods

"Old man, I think you're here to find the fault. Where are you, Zhenwu Auction House, how can you allow this one-handed **** to be wild?"

The voice of the young appraiser has just fallen.

Figures flickered inside the Jianbao Pavilion, and more than a dozen martial arts monks armed with sharp swords sprang out instantly.

These martial arts monks are all well-known, and the worst are masters of the spiritual martial arts level.

With almost no hesitation, they directly launched a killing attack on Mo Lingyun.

Anyone who dares to make trouble at the auction will kill him without mercy.

This is the consistent aim of Zhenwu Auction House!

Just in a row of fierce sword qi, about to smash Mo Lingyun, the handicapped man with a smirk overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Disabled? Let me show you today, how old man, the disabled, scattered wildly!"

"Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang ..."

Accompanied by a loud metal impact.

After seeing dozens of swords gas cut on Mo Lingyun, he was blocked by a guardian deity.

A terrifying coercion suddenly broke out in the one-armed old man.

A silver needle flew out of his hand.

"Oh!"

The silver light flickered, incredibly fast.

In an instant, more than a dozen masters of martial arts fell to the ground and died.

All of their brows had a little red mark on them.

A silver needle instantly killed more than ten martial arts masters. This one-armed handicap is so horrible?

"Help ... Help, come on! Kill!"

The beauty staff who brought Mo Lingyun into Zhenwu Jianbao Pavilion.

His face was pale as paper now, and he was trembling with fear!

With a look of horror, she ran out of the Jianbao Pavilion, screaming madly, asking for help madly!

For a while, the martial arts security guards who were holding an auction at the front desk all looked at the wind.

The executives of Zhenwu Auction were also shocked!

Even the masters of all parties participating in the auction have exploded!

"Who the **** is it? How dare you make trouble at the Zhenwu Auction?

"At this auction, I heard that there is a law saint, two martial saints, and three strong men sitting in the town. Ten great masters of Tianwu are planted in it. No matter who he is, he dares to kill and kill at the Zhenwu auction , Is undoubtedly the dead end! "

"Ha ha! Interesting, in this Xuanwu city, Ben Shao has never heard of anyone dare not give face to Zhenwu auction house!"

Monks eating melon from various places participated in the auction.

It's clear that it's a big deal!

But at this moment Mo Lingyun's face didn't have the slightest panic.

He looked indifferent, but sighed slightly.

It seems that today it is impossible to continue to hide identity!

In this case, it is no longer hidden!

The task explained by senior Qin must be completed.

This was his only hope of being reshaped.

Mo Lingyun stared.

A terrible sword spirit burst out on him.

The sharp sword light soared into the sky and instantly swept through tens of thousands of meters. Even the clouds in the sky were swept under the sword gas and disappeared.

The terrible God of Thrones overwhelmingly descended!

Thousands of monks were shocked at the auction.

"This ... the sword is so breathtaking, sweeping the sky, a sword chilling tens of thousands of meters, is this the advent of the Valkyrie?"

"Oh my god, isn't the person who caused trouble in the Zhenwu Pavilion turned out to be a Valkyrie?"

"This is the legendary Valkyrie. Even if the head of the Kunlong Empire is in front of him, he must be given a lot of courtesy. What did Zhenwu Auction House do that would anger such a strong one?"

"Take care of him. It's a pity if you don't take a good look at it, everyone, you guys go to the auction first, I'll take a look outside!"

"Brothers, don't worry, let's go together!"

For a time, all the monks who were participating in the auction all rose into the air, and flew to the roof in a blink of an eye.

At this time, on the highest eaves of Zhenwu Auction House, a one-armed man stood with his hands on his shoulders.

Under his feet, there was a young man like a dead dog!

Many young monks know this young man.

This person is Zheng Tianxiu, the chief appraiser of Zhenwu Auctions, and master disciple of Master Zhenxuan.

And the one-armed man exuded immense coercion.

This coercion is so powerful that it is rare in the world!

At this time, one after another in the auction pavilion was soaring.

Almost all high-rises in the Zhenwu auction came.

There are more than a thousand masters of martial arts, and more than two hundred magicians.

The atmosphere was depressing and suffocating.

The audience was dead!

At this time, an old man with a fairy bones stood out.

"Who the **** is it? Why did you make a killing at my Zhenwu auction and humiliate the disciples of the old husband? The old man asks himself that he will never know you. There is no festival. If my disciples have any neglect, please look at it. In the face of the old man, he has no blame, and he is willing to apologize in person! "

"Who are you? Are there any qualifications for this seat to give you face? It's just the pinnacle of Fa Sheng, relying on the old and selling the old in front of this seat, you are not qualified!"

At this moment, Mo Lingyun is extremely strong.

It seems that a generation of sword gods has returned.

He stepped on his left foot gently, Zheng Tianxiu's head was trampled alive in front of all monks!

"Is there any reason for this, is it true that you have no one at Zhenwu Auction House?"

A majestic man holding a long knife flew in the air.

A fierce knife slashed at Mo Lingyun.

The dreaded dagger radiates a force to break the mountain.

This man with a knife knows most of the monks present. This man is the deputy head of Zhenwu Pavilion, and the sword of Wu Shengliu smiled.

He is one of the ten most famous martial arts of Kunlong Empire.

"Noise!"

Mo Lingyun didn't even look at him, but just slightly stretched out his left hand and flicked his fingers.

A silver needle flew out of his hand.

The next second, the famous mad sword Wu Sheng flew upside down.

His eyebrows were pierced by a sword, and he was smashed to the ground.

A generation of martial arts was killed by a finger?

Thousands of monks, collective shock!

Everyone took a breath!

One by one stunned, like petrochemicals!

"Shooting the Wu Sheng powerhouse at will, this is by no means what the average godland powerhouse can do. Who is this one-armed powerhouse, so horrible?"

"The horrible sword sent out by this person is only the mainland's first sword god, Ling Yun sword **** can compare with it, can it be said ..."

"It's impossible. The Lingyun sword **** has fallen down 30 years ago, and there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the Lingyun sword **** looks handsome. How could it be such a handsome one-armed old man?"

Just as a group of monks talked.

Master Zhenxuan asked incredibly complexly: "What is your intention?"

"It's very simple. I don't want to make trouble or kill the ring. You Zhenwu Auction House received a carry ring from a senior in this seat. The cashier ring, this seat has no blame, if you insist on hiding, no one at your Zhenwu auction can leave alive today! "

(End of this chapter)