"Bastard bastard!"
Luo Feng and others' expressions changed slightly, they roared several times, and struck violently. With a bang, they suddenly unleashed powerful killing moves and headed towards the Buddha statue.
There were several bangs and bangs, but they could not be shaken at all. The Buddha statue remained motionless as a mountain. The Buddha's majesty rioted, and they took a few steps back.
His face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.
"go to hell!"
One of the figures dodged the attack just now and headed directly towards Rong Yunhe and the others, with terrifying power that shattered the world.
There was madness in his eyes.
Boom!
Huang Qianyu's aura exploded, and he stared at the person who came to attack him. This person was clearly Duan Qiu, the leader of the Duan clan. Huang Qianyu was not afraid, his eyes were full of coldness, and his murderous thoughts breed "Reverse Dragon Claw!"
boom!
A golden dragon claw suddenly collided with Duan Qiu.
puff!
A horrifying scene erupted, and the sound of tearing apart the space resounded. Duan Qiu groaned, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and his eyes were filled with gloom and forlornness.
Two steps back!
"Damn it!"
He let out a roar, but the God Emperor was unable to break through the defense of a junior.
What a shame!
Huang Qianyu said coldly, "Why do you want to hurt my teacher? You should go back and practice for a thousand years."
Duan Qiu's face became darker and there was a clicking sound.
Luo Feng raised his eyes and stared.
Uh-huh!
On the sky, a figure slowly appeared.
He is a young man, wearing white clothes and plain robes, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.
Golden light surged around him, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere!
Everyone's expressions changed with shock. "Who is this?"
"Who are you?"
Luo Feng's eyes were violent, and a strong cold energy surged through his body, tearing everything apart.
Song Ningjian's eyes were also quite cold.
"I! My name is Ruo Chi! The eldest disciple of Rong Yunhe, Tianxuan Peak, Danhuang Sect!"
Ruo Chi said softly, with the aura of the God Emperor permeating his body, and with a piercing eye, an infinite amount of golden light suddenly surged around him.
A huge swastika twisted on his forehead.
"What?"
"Rong Yunhe's eldest disciple?"
The expressions of everyone present at Luo Feng changed drastically. Rong Yunhe’s disciple? Why another one?
And it’s so outrageous! What the hell kind of luck did Rong Yunhe pick up? Lin Tianming, Huang Qianyu, and now the eldest disciple Ruo Chi!
Countless people were shocked after hearing what the young man said.
"Vajra Buddha, eight arms shaking the sky!"
Ruo Chi spoke calmly, and a huge Buddha statue emerged. The Buddha's light, wrapped in murderous thoughts, dyed the sky red.
Tsk!
Thousands of swastikas flowed from the eight arms, the dazzling light beams shattered and distorted the space, and he drank with a crazy sound.
Endless swastikas were overwhelming and headed towards Luo Feng and others.
"Asshole! Asshole!"
Luo Feng and the others were a little ugly, roaring and howling, punch after punch.
The terrifying power was twisting in the sky, making Deluo Feng and the other God Emperor look extremely ugly, and they kept attacking.
There was a roar and explosion, and the two men immediately burst out. Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, and their eyes were filled with extreme coldness and pain.
This guy is so strong!
At the same time, a twisted meaning surged in my heart, today was really a complete failure!
"You are so old, is it worth getting involved in such a conflict?"
Ruo Chi said indifferently, "You can obviously enjoy the rest of your life, but you just jumped out."
His words made the faces of Deluofeng and others turn livid, and their pupils were extremely cold and painful.
I have begun to regret it in my heart.
"Elder brother, you are back!"
Huang Qianyu said with a smile.
Rong Yunhe's eyes lit up, "Ruo Chi!"
Wu Zhen, Ye Cui and some elders all looked at Rong Yunhe with envy in their eyes. Rong Yunhe's skill in finding disciples was not something they could compare to.
They are all dragons among men!
Huang Qianyu and Ruochi both knew that they had been with Rong Yunhe since they were children and did not go out to practice until three or four years ago.
"Qianyu! Teacher!"
Ruo Chi walked over with a smile and looked at the two of them with a smile.
When he saw that Rong Yunhe was injured, a chill emerged from the depths of his eyes.
Lin Tianming smiled indifferently, he was worthy of being a senior brother, possessing terrifying talents. If Liu Wu hadn't betrayed, planned everything, and used secret tricks, the Danhuang Sect would not have been wiped out, and senior brothers and the others would not have fallen.
But now everything has changed.
He turned around and looked at the Eighth Young Master, his eyes widened, murderous intent flowing, and he smiled ferociously, "Go to hell!"
The Ten Thousand Realms Killing Heaven Diagram was rioting, and Lin Tianming's terrifying murderous thoughts emerged. He punched the Eighth Young Master, and the latter roared, "Stop!"
With a bang, Eighth Young Master smashed his fist, and with a click, the entire arm was shattered.
The pupils were stained with blood.
The whole person took dozens of steps back crazily, and his handsome face was already distorted with look.
Extremely sad and angry.
As the eighth son of Shenglin Sect, this bastard dared to attack him!
"Lin Tianming, you are crazy. If you dare to kill the Eighth Young Master, Shenglin Sect will definitely not let you go!!"
Song Ningjian was extremely crazy, and his eyes were filled with intense blood.
As soon as the Ten Thousand Realms Killing Heaven Diagram moved, a terrifying divine light penetrated through, and the veins on Lin Tianming's forehead surged, as if they were about to shatter.
He sneered, "I, Lin Tianming, kill people without caring about the aftermath, only looking at the present. If others bully me, I will repay them thousands of times!"
"besides……"
"If I don't kill him, won't the forces behind him take action against me?"
"So don't ask me to let him go, because today he must die and pay the price of death for what he has done!!"
Boom!
Lin Tianming's eyes were filled with blood, and as soon as his voice fell, the Ten Thousand Worlds Zhutiantu suddenly shot out a terrifying edge of power.
boom!
Song Ningjian was extremely angry and punched out. With a pop, Song Ningjian was severely injured and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His expression was extremely ugly.
He felt like he had eaten shit.
All things were completely out of his control.
For example, the Duan Clan, the Jiang Clan, the Red Dan Clan, and the Bahuang Sect all felt a little aggrieved and humiliated, and even began to regret being enemies with Lin Tianming and the others.
Uh-huh!
Lin Tianming followed the trend and pinched the Eighth Young Master directly, a flash of blood shot out of his eyes.
"No!"
"stop!"
"I am Zong Ming, the eighth son of the Shenglin Sect. If you dare to kill me, my father will not let you go. He is a ninth-level great sage!"
Zong Ming roared hoarsely, with fear in his eyes, but also more resentment and anger.
In Lin Tianming's mind, he recalled the scenes in his previous life. The Shenglin Sect was stained with blood. His teachers, brothers and sisters were attacked by evil hands, and they were all unable to fight.
In the end, he lay in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses. What happened in those scenes made Lin Tianming riot in his heart, and his murderous intention was endless. "So what if you are a ninth-level saint? You brought it all on yourself, go to hell!"
His eyes were ruthless.
There was a click.
Zong Ming's neck was cut off directly, his eyes widened with a look of grief and anger.
Then it fell to the ground!
puff!
The bloodshot eyes in Lin Tianming's eyes became more and more intense. He could no longer hold on to the Ten Thousand Realms Killing Heaven Diagram, so he withdrew it and spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood.
His expression looked even colder!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"It's finished, you're finished! How dare you kill the Eighth Young Master! How dare you kill him!!"
When Song Ningjian saw Zong Ming dying in front of him, the fear in his heart exploded like a wild beast. His eyes when he looked at Lin Tianming were full of anger and fury!
When he saw Lin Tianming spurting blood out of his mouth, his eyes hardened.
With a crash, the quasi-sage realm erupted, holding a long sword and blasting out with murderous intent, "Go to hell, you beast!"
"This is all your fault, all your fault!"
The roaring sound was loud.
Song Ningjian wanted to kill this beast now, his eyes were scarlet and he was extremely violent.
Everything would have been this bastard, if not for this little beast.
He, Song Ningjian, has already won.
Now that the Eighth Young Master has died, how can he, Song Ningjian, survive alone?
Lin Tianming's eyes were filled with blood.
"..."
