"Kill...kill someone..."
"Kill...people..."
"Pan...Mr. Pan, you killed someone!"
These losers were less courageous than Qingyun imagined, but the death of one of their companions scared them all into talking nonsense. Now, let alone holding a sword, they probably wouldn't even be able to get up.
"Brother... brothers, Qingyun killed Wang Ba, let's avenge him!"
"Hey! My surname is Pan, you killed this bastard, okay? When did I do it?"
The young master asked Pan Long back with a speechless expression.
"Yes... Master Pan is right, this man killed Wang Ba, let's avenge him!"
"Yeah!"
The brains of a bunch of losers are also very fast.
In any case, they saw Master Pan kill Wang Ba with their own eyes, and Zhijing Dongtian had strict prohibitions on life and death fights.
Although Pan Long could also take them to escape and blame Qingyun for Wang Ba's death, but judging from his posture, he probably wouldn't be able to do it without tearing Qingyun into pieces.
And as long as Qingyun dies, it means that there is no evidence to prove his death, and everything makes sense.
In this uninhabited jungle, the rookies finally realized the true meaning of killing and stealing.
"Brothers, come on, whoever can kill this kid, I will reward him with a high-quality human-level elixir!"
Pan Long also quickly grew from an ignorant playboy to a qualified leader. He actually also learned the famous saying that a brave man must be rewarded. He couldn't help but sigh that only a life-and-death struggle can achieve the transformation of a monk. What a shortcut!
It's just that the closer one is to life and death, the more one can see a person's true nature.
The temptation of profit and the pressure of fear made the remaining four followers get up one after another.
After exchanging glances with each other, they all took out new weapons in unison. Qingyun could feel that these boys were beginning to exude a faint evil aura.
At this moment, Pan Long's eyes flashed slightly. Although he stood the long sword in front of his chest, his body did not move forward but retreated. If he didn't want to run away, he must have planned to use his followers to consume Qingyun's spiritual power first.
"I advise you to stop now, otherwise don't blame me for going on a killing spree!"
Qingyun said in a cold voice.
"Brothers, come on!"
Raising his sword high, Pan Long shouted, and the four of them got the order and attacked the young master one after another.
"court death!"
After stamping hard on the dead ghost king, the young man jumped up and easily dodged the spirit blades they struck together. Luo Yun's sword light, as thin as hair, shot out at the same time, piercing through the person closest to him first. between the eyebrows.
Poor guy didn't have time to stop, his left hand was forming a seal, and the spiritual light on the sword in his right hand suddenly lit up, but his life had been ruthlessly harvested by Qingyun, and even the three people behind him didn't realize that this guy was dead. 's can no longer die.
Only Pan Shao, who was wearing a beige robe and growing increasingly fierce, witnessed everything that happened in front of him.
But the man killed by Qingyun was also walking towards him step by step. The dilated pupils and the blood on his face made Mr. Pan, who had never seen such a tragic scene, feel terrified.
Pan Long didn't know that this was a conditioned reflex after death. Although the soul was extinguished, the body still faithfully carried out the last order given by the consciousness.
It's like a reminder to these scoundrels.
The ferocious flames in his eyes ignited, but the icy water of fear quickly extinguished it silently, because Qingyun's elegant posture across the sea of blood painted the word "kill" like a dream.
This even gave Pan Long the illusion that every few heartbeats, Qingyun would be like a demon in the abyss, taking away a living life in the flying blood.
The light red sword light looked as thin as a hair and ordinary, but in Qingyun's hands it was like a spiritual butcher's knife, tearing apart flesh like chopping melons and vegetables.
He saw with his own eyes that one of his men had his arm cut off by the vicious sword light without even realizing it. But until the severed arm quietly fell to the ground, a puzzled expression appeared on his face, but there was no pain or ferocity.
Then the sword light turned around again, and after passing through his chest, everything was settled.
After Qingyun killed two people in a row, one of the remaining two people suddenly wanted to give up. The blood of his companions had a huge impact on his "young" heart.
He was seen throwing the weapon far away, and then fell to his knees with a plop, shouting for the young hero to spare his life, like a lost dog.
It's just that he doesn't know that the young master nowadays rarely shows his compassion towards his enemies.
Those who kill will always be killed. Qingyun has already come to his senses. As for whether these blind losers have come to their senses, they have to discuss it with Wang Ba.
As a head filled with despair and helplessness flew high into the sky, the last dog leg opened its body-protecting spirit shield as if waking up from a dream.
Although Luo Yun's sword light has sufficient speed, its power is temporarily limited. It is easy to fight against these unsuspecting Lese, but once the opponent opens the protective spirit shield, the powerful defense will make this spiritual blade stretched.
"Pan...Master Pan...go quickly! Run away quickly!"
In the face of death, this man's loyalty actually defeated his fear, and the last thing he wanted in his heart was to protect his master, but this was not enough to move Qingyun, who was already murderous.
"Don't worry, he will go down to find you soon!"
Smiling evilly, Qingyun grasped the swords of the three dead people in the void. He directly held the swords of the three dead people in the void with his spiritual power, and then injected a surge of spiritual power into them. The three swords were fired at the same time, which was quite like returning to the spirit realm. The mighty Yuan Anchu, the smell of the Golden Palace Three Dragon Swords.
"Ahhhhh!"
This loyal eagle dog burst out with extremely strong fighting power at this time, as if he was determined to fight for his master's life. Although Qingyun's three swords were powerful, they were still blocked by his body-protecting spirit shield. .
"snort!"
The blood line between the eyebrows was winding, and Qingyun also used some true spiritual power.
Flying in front of this person, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he moved his palm forward, and the sword in the middle exploded into powder together with the opponent's protective spirit shield.
Under that man's desperate gaze, Qingyun coldly stretched out his palms again, and the remaining two swords, one on the left and one on the right, quickly cut off the opponent's arms.
"Tsk, tsk, because of your loyalty, I will let you live a little longer and appreciate your master's voice and smile!"
After saying that, the young master shattered the man's Dantian with another palm, destroying his cultivation.
But in the next moment, his sword eyebrows were raised high, because Qingyun felt a strange wave suddenly coming from behind him, and this wave was somewhat familiar to him:
"No, it's teleportation!"
Qingyun was shocked.
Now that he has started the killing ban, he must eradicate the root cause and must not leave any future troubles. Otherwise, if the Pan family knows the news, he will definitely die without a burial place!
Turning around and flying, he saw that Pan Long's face was pale with fear, and his trembling legs seemed to be unable to support his body. He was holding a reddish-brown jade medal in his hand, which was clearly the same disciple jade medal as Qingyun. !
This jade token was emitting waves of spatial fluctuations at this time, and a crack slowly opened behind Pan Long. Qingyun could not be more familiar with this situation.
It is exactly the same as Zang Feng’s ability and the space entrance to the thirty-three realms back then!
At this time, Qingyun had no time to care about why the opponent's disciple Yupai was able to use the teleportation formation. If Pan Long escaped, he would really have no choice but to run away immediately with Long Fushi and Alian.
But no matter how fast Qingyun was, he was still dozens of feet away from Pan Longshao. Normally, this distance would only take the blink of an eye.
But unfortunately, what is missing now is the time to blink, and it is impossible for him to chase into the crack to fight with Pan Long, otherwise once the jade token loses control, God knows whether he will be crushed into powder by the flying space turbulence, or will be directly teleported to Pan family.
Seeing that the crack was about to close, and Pan Long's face showed overwhelming hatred and resentment again after the disaster, Qingyun increased his speed to the limit, and his heart was extremely anxious.
At this moment, his consciousness suddenly felt a familiar throbbing again.
"kill!"
"Zang Feng!"
The young master was extremely shocked!
Although it is just a simple word "kill", Qingyun knows exactly what Zangfeng means!
The black sword, full of blood, broke out of the body. Even though the space crack had been completely closed, he still slashed out with a sword towards the void where Pan Long left with an evil aura like a stormy sea!
After absorbing Qingyun's evil spirit, the bloody spirit blade became even more evil and treacherous, and became twisted, as if it was cutting something invisible to the naked eye.
"It's done!"
Within a moment, Qingyun excitedly discovered that the space crack that had been closed was opened out of thin air again by the twisting spirit blade strike, and the resentment on Pan Long's face was still there!
The next moment, in his disbelieving gaze, the bloody spirit blade looked like a termite eating ancient wood, or a poisonous snake that had been entrenched for many years.
When the crack was completely opened, it brought with it a boundless sea of blood, directly passing through the jade token in Pan Long's hand, and completely split the young man from Yuquan Cave in two!
Until the world turned completely black, Pan Long was still thinking about one question, that is, how on earth could this kid kill himself in the teleportation formation?
Of course, this problem has nothing to do with him now, after all, he is already dead.
But just when the poor young man wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, unexpectedly, before the jade medal that was shattered by Qingyun was about to explode, a furious roar suddenly came out:
"Long'er! Who is it! Who dares to kill my Long'er!"
A scene that frightened me appeared!
As that voice came out, a mysterious and ancient wave rippled through the entire space tunnel, as if someone was using some kind of secret technique to forcibly contain the chaos of the teleportation array across the distance of time and space.
With the strong light produced by the explosion, another blurry figure slowly rose up like smoke, and it was about to take shape!
"not good!"
Qingyun was horrified.
The figure does not put much pressure on him, but it is obvious that the other person must be a senior expert of the Pan family. If he sees his appearance and features, everything he has done now will be in vain!
At this moment, the mechanical and dull spiritual thought in Zangfeng came again:
"kill!"
"The opponent's shadow is at least above the concentration level. How can I kill him!"
"kill!"
There is still only one word for killing!
It seems that the owner of this spiritual thought can only send out some simple thoughts, but now there is no time to send out, and Qingyun can't control much!
