Red flames exploded in Kunwu's sword, blasting out a terrifying aura that struck people's hearts, and a shock wave of fire visible to the naked eye swept around in an instant.

 That is the Tao rhythmic movement hidden in the Kunwu sword that comes from some mysterious practice method.

　Mortals cannot resist.

 You should not spy on those who are not martial artists.

 Even if the mighty one tries hard, it will fall apart.

This move, without reservation, struck with fists and knives, and the place was like a thunderbolt exploding, and a big explosion occurred.

Jin'an was like a ferocious beast from the ancient times that needed to be vented. He attacked with force without any unnecessary nonsense. The mysterious and domineering rhythm vibrating from the Kunwu sword shook all the buildings within ten feet on the cliff.

Collapse.

Twenty or twenty people resting in the building, as long as they are slightly weak, are all shocked by this palm knife alive, and the internal organs are shattered on the spot.

Less than five people escaped from the collapsed rubble.

 There is a great witch among them,

 The old man with white beard,

A beautiful young woman holding needlework and men's clothes in her hands,

 There are also two strong men.

Jin An's move was too cruel, injuring the enemy eight hundred and damaging himself a thousand. The harder he stimulated the Kunwu Sword, the stronger the counterattack force he endured. The bones, blood, and muscles in his body were all boiling.

, the pain was so severe that even after he activated the Black Pagoda, he could not fully withstand the overbearing counter-shock force of the Kunwu Sword, and his body was shaking slightly.

But that cold and determined face didn't care about himself at all. He was feeling uncomfortable and just wanted to vent his unhappiness.

 “Are you fucking crazy!”

“If you make such a big noise in the underworld, even if you kill us, you yourself won’t be able to survive the whole underworld being surrounded by corpses of resentful souls!”

Even the great shaman, who has the highest status in the tribe and is usually regarded as a god by his people. He is aloof and pampered. At this moment, he is facing the violent churning of Yin Qi in the underworld. He feels that there are more and more terrifying auras in the darkness.

Waking up with a start, he couldn't help but cursed in a haze.

 Because I am too angry.

 He forgot whether the other party could understand him.

But what greeted him was not Jin An's answer, but Jin An's landing on the cliff path. He kicked off his feet, and white air waves burst out from under his feet. Before he could see the figure clearly, the person rushed over instantly.

　　Boom!

The smoke and dust exploded, and the two knives struck each other, creating a masculine and domineering shock wave. A figure was thrown away like a cannonball, and finally his back hit the cliff hard to stop the flying backwards.

 Poof!

Hada's heart was shocked, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood on his face turned abnormally red. Then he saw that the sword in his hand, which was awarded by the Khan, had a gap in it.

And the opponent's strange sword seems to be able to attack mountains, but its edge remains the same.

 Hada's expression changed dramatically.

 Seeing the white-bearded old man being chopped off by Jin An with a single blow, the expressions of the others also changed drastically.

There are many tribes on the grassland, but a tribe that can develop into ten thousand people on the grassland is a large tribe that cannot be underestimated. If the adult men are organized into cavalry and charge into the Central Plains, they can sweep away several cities.

The people of the grasslands are good at fighting and are strong in body. They can stand out as the number one warrior in a tribe of ten thousand people. They are by no means ordinary folk warriors.

 It is no exaggeration to say that he is gifted and possesses extraordinary strength.

Hada was the number one warrior who emerged from a tribe of ten thousand people. He was famous for his natural strength since he was a child. As an adult, he could even control cattle with his bare hands. He was also commended by the Khan and personally awarded him an invincible sword.

 In order to find the elixir of immortality for Khan and ensure the destiny of the country for a few more years, it can be said that they all came together with the best of them on this trip.

But such a prairie warrior couldn't even block the opponent's moves. He was injured and vomited blood with just one move. From a distance, the other survivors who saw this scene had their eyebrow muscles twitching. What a powerful force this must be.

!

If the opponent goes to the battlefield with a mace instead of a knife, the ground will be filled with meat and meat, and no one can stop it.

Jin'an's brazen attack was like a signal. Young Master Yiyun, Aiyimaimaiti and others in the Buddhist hall immediately took action.

 But the direction they rushed towards was not towards Jin'an.

 Instead, they killed Yan Kuan's group.

Today they not only want to keep these people from the northern grassland tribes, but also Yan Kuan's people. They plan to take the initiative and catch them all so that they can deal with the funeral affairs of the Buddhist temple during the day without any worries and clear the obstacles in advance.

After Jin An chopped off Hada, an old man with white beards, his momentum was like crazy. The tip of the knife dragged the ground as he pressed forward step by step. The momentum on his body was rising steadily, and the tip of the knife dragged red sparks on the ground.

"Be careful with the knife in his hand. His knife is weird. Don't collide with his knife head-on. Your internal organs will be damaged!" Hada stood up with a disgraced face and solemnly reminded him.

“He has made it clear that he is going to kill us today. More and more dead people are being awakened in this underworld. If we don’t kill him, none of us will be able to escape! Kill!”

The great witch looked gloomy.

He took off the cloak he had been wearing on his head, revealing an old face. It was an unusually pale face, as if it had been lying in a coffin without sunlight for more than ten years. It had no hair, eyebrows, beard, and only a hooked nose.

The gloomy look below.

He pulled out the dagger and while chanting a curse, he opened his arms severely. No blood flowed out from the wound. At this time, he took out the ashes powder refined from three hundred years of ancient corpses from a brocade bag on his waist and applied it on it.

On the wounds on both arms.

 A strange scene happened.

 All the ashes were absorbed by the wound and flowed rapidly under his skin. Wherever it passed, the already extremely pale skin became even paler.

This kind of paleness no longer belongs to the bloodless paleness of living people, nor does it belong to the ashen whiteness of dead people, but is even paler than both of them.

At this moment, the great witch seemed to have turned into a psychic body. He was reciting crazy and chaotic spells. At the same time, a bloody and crazy world appeared behind him, with twisted human faces going crazy in the bloody world.

Crowded, mouths open and roaring silently.

At this time, the white-bearded old man Hada and the beautiful young woman took action at the same time, trying to buy time for the great witch to offer sacrifices to the gods.

The white-bearded old man Hada took out a red pill from his body. In the pill, you could see a bloody centipede slowly squirming. Looking at the slowly squirming bloody centipede in the red pill, Hada had a look of hesitation on his face, but in the end he

Still looking determined, he bit the pill and swallowed it.

 A moment.

Hunda's body was filled with red blood energy, his energy surged, and his eyes seemed to have a blood-colored centipede crawling across his eyes. He raised his sword and struck with a thud.

The beautiful young woman also took action.

She giggled like a moth blindly fluttering toward the flames for love in a passionate love affair. She used needle and thread in her hands to embroider all her love and admiration for her husband on her man's clothes.

 Death! Die! Die! Die! Die!

 Death! Die! Die! Die! Die!

 Death! Die! Die! Die! Die!

 …

 …

It was obviously a face of infatuation, expressing love and longing, but what was embroidered in red thread were countless words of death. As the number of words of death increased, the madness of love in her eyes became stronger.

 And this cursed man's clothing is bleeding out with every stitch.

 It seems as if these words are not embroidered on the clothes, but directly embroidered on the woman's husband.

At this time, Hada, who was coming towards Jin'an, raised his hand and slashed with his sword. He plowed a long gap in the rocky cliff path and hit Jin'an hard. E!

The sword energy struck Jin An's hard black skin, and spattered out sparks like the impact of steel ingots. Jin An was unscathed, but Jin An still dragged the long sword backwards, approaching step by step with pressure.

Hada’s expression changed.

The two men did not give in, each wielded their mad swords and slashed hard. With a bang, the grass and vines on the cliff path were torn to pieces by the strong air current.

Jin An took a step back, but Hada took five or six steps back in a row. His internal organs were shocked and he vomited a large amount of blood again, and there was another gap in the sword.

 “Come again.” Jin An spit out the word cold.

These two words of coldness were like a demonic voice filling his ears. Hada clearly didn't want to have a head-on conflict with the strange knife in Jin An's hand, but he just couldn't control his body and brandished the sword to confront Jin An head-on.

 Boom!

Hada was knocked back six or seven steps again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth again.

 The Zhanma Dao in his hand once again had a gap.

 “Come again.”

Another word for coldness, Hada once again had an uncontrollable head-on confrontation with Jin An.

 Boom!

 “Come again.”

 “Come again.”

 “Come again.”

Hada was knocked back again and again, and he vomited blood again and again. There were more and more gaps in the saber in his hand, and after several head-on encounters, it turned into a serrated knife.
Chapter completed!