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As Ling Yun slashed out with a backhand, the master who had already reached the peak of the ninth level of the back, his body separated instantly, blood shot out from his neck, and his head fell to the ground and rolled out far away before he stopped moving.

"Pu!" After swaying back and forth twice, the headless body fell to the ground. The bloody rain fell down, dyeing the ground red.

Ling Yun's black night clothes had already been stained with blood and his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were cold and cold, and he held a knife in one hand, step by step towards the remaining seven pussy step.

There were two masters of the ninth level of Houyao and three peaks of Houyao at the eighth level, but at this time they all looked fearful, and their hands holding weapons were trembling, and they were trying hard to retreat!

"That seems to be... the Nether Blood Demon Sword, he is the Demon Sect's Entry!" Finally, Youru recognized the black knife in Ling Yun's hand, and he shouted loudly.

"Hmph!" Ling Yun snorted inwardly, and a phantom fish and dragon step. He left a nearly real afterimage on the spot, but his body jumped twenty meters and came to the front of the seven-entertainment like lightning!

"Oh!" After seeing Ling Yun's body speed, these seven gangs knew that they were doomed. Several gangs couldn't help but subconsciously let out a shrill cry!

The cry came, and the blade arrived!

Ling Yun moved again, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and instantly rushed into a small circle of seven people, "sweeping thousands of troops!"

The dark blood demon sword, coupled with the nearly two feet of ice-cold sword light, turned into a black sword curtain, which was cold and solemn!

The magic knife drank blood, the broken arm flew across, and blood splattered. For a moment, screams and muffled groans sounded, and in the quiet night, it could be heard so far!

Ling Yun held the Nether Blood Demon Sword, and the master at the peak of the ninth level of Houyao could not even walk two moves in front of him, let alone these seven people?

Two more people died on the spot, and two people were seriously injured!

Only the two masters of the ninth level of Houyao and a peak master of the eighth level of Houyao who had good light skills were dodging desperately, avoiding Ling Yun's terrifying knife!

"Escape!" These three people have no idea of ​​facing the enemy. In their eyes, Ling Yun is simply a god of killing, and he regards his life as a mustard of grass!

Mr. Cui and Dugu Mo surrounded each other from both sides, and met the two masters of the ninth-level Houyao who wanted to escape, trying to stop them from escaping.

Ling Yun's figure flashed and caught up with the peak master of the eighth level of Houyao. He had a sarcastic smile in his eyes, and a knife was about to come!

The peak master of the eighth level of Houyao saw the dark blade slashing towards him, and was so scared that he was shattered. He subconsciously shouted, "Don't kill me!"

Ling Yun saw the horror and despair that caught his eyes. He frowned slightly, his sword tilted slightly, and slashed on his right shoulder with a knife.

Silently, the right arm of the eighth-level master of Houyao flew up in the air, bringing a bloody rain!

"Shit..." Ling Yun raised his hand and stabbed two iron nails into his legs and knees, and then shot four iron nails into the two seriously injured two iron nails.

After Ling Yun cut several times in a row, he still felt compassion and left the lives of these people, but he had to completely destroy their combat power.

Ling Yun glanced up and saw the two masters of the ninth level of Houyao fighting with Mr. Cui and Dugu Mo. Although they were at a complete disadvantage, Mr. Cui and Dugu Mo could not do anything to them for a while.

They still cannot reach Ling Yun's strength. Although they are two small realms higher than the other party, they are both nine levels behind the scenes and cannot be instantly killed.

The enemy is numerous and we are few, and Ling Yun cannot fight the battle with them to lose. He showed his figure and rushed straight towards the four-entry battle group. With one move, he "slashed the universe" and ended his two-entry life without any suspense!

Eight incomings, from the time they came out to face Ling Yun's three incomings, they haven't even been there for two minutes. One is at the peak of the ninth level, two is at the ninth level, three is at the peak of the eighth level, and two ordinary masters, five deaths and three serious injuries, and this is still due to Ling Yun's compassionate and soft-heartedness.

"Walk!"

Ling Yun, Cui Lao, Dugu Mo looked at each other, San Ren nodded at the same time, then spread his figures and rushed directly towards the villa in front.

There was no longer any obstacle along the way. Sanjin quickly rushed over a distance of more than 200 meters, and on the lawn in front of Zhuang Yaode's villa, he also held his body in a perfect triangle.

After standing firmly, Old Cui looked at the dark twenty-years ahead and sent a voice to Ling Yun: "Three people are at the peak of the nine-story, five people are at the ninth level, and nine people are at the peak of the eighth level!"

The remaining dozen are all below the peak of the eighth level of Houyao. Even Mr. Cui and Dugu Mo can kill them in seconds, so he naturally doesn't need to remind Ling Yun.

Ling Yun nodded. In the battle just now, Ling Yun did not even consume 10% of his skills. Although these intakes were too many, they were not afraid of him at all.

Because Ling Yun can kill them in seconds, as long as the other party does not deliberately escape, Ling Yun is sure to turn all the incoming bodies in front of him into cold corpses within five minutes.

The three nine-level peak masters on the Sun family each held swords and stared coldly at the Nether Blood Demon Sword in Ling Yun's hand, and their pupils shrank suddenly!

"It's really the Nether Blood Demon Sword!" One of them whispered.

"It's impossible, the Nether Blood Demon Sword is said to have been extinct for thousands of years, so why did it appear here? I think it's because I'm holding a sword that cuts iron like mud, making a mysterious thing?" Another expressed doubt.

The third master was silent for a while, and finally refocused and confirmed: "I am absolutely sure that this is the Nether Blood Demon Sword of the Nether Blood Ancestor. Our Nether Sect has detailed information on the Nether Blood Demon Sword."

The three entry is all used to transmit the voice secretly, and it is naturally impossible to hear other entry.

After confirming the peak master of the Ninth-level Nether Sect, he suddenly spoke in a gloomy voice: "I don't know where Gaozu is. We have no grievances and no grudges, why do we force ourselves to break into a private house?"

Ling Yun held the black knife and jumped gently to the field, raised his hand and pointed at the other party's thirty inches, snorted coldly, "No grievances or grudges? Forced to break into a private house? You have the nerve to say it!"

"If you know the truth, hurry up and hand over the banker's entry, and Tang Yaohao you just captured, and then get out of Qingshui City quickly. Otherwise, don't blame me for starting a massacre!"

After hearing Ling Yun's words, the master of the Netherworld Sect suddenly sneered disdainfully and said in a deep voice: "Slaying a killing ring? Just because of your Nether Blood Demon Sword, plus the two Houyao Nine-level peaks beside you? Don't laugh to death!"

This is really not a speculative sentence. Ling Yun stopped talking. His eyes turned cold and his body rushed into the other party's group in a flash! (To be continued)
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