The white-clothed leader of Dingyun Pavilion was lying there, his head exploded into a flower, and his brains were smeared all over the floor. It was probably due to the practitioner's strong physique. Even with such injuries, he still struggled twice before dying.
When he died, his eyes were wide open, filled with shock and unwillingness.
It is estimated that when he died, he couldn't believe that he, a dignified second generation of Dingyun Pavilion, died like this, in the hands of a boy from the country, and died in this mess.
Silence, absolute silence, only the sound of rain falling on the rotten tiles was left.
It was only then that the third young master Shen Yun and Zhu Huyuan took a breath of cold air, feeling that the rain had become even colder.
"Shu Zi'an dare!"
A violent roar suddenly sounded, making people's ears numb.
Senior Brother Li looked at the body of Junior Brother Wang not far away and didn't know what to do for a moment.
The master arranged for him to come here just to protect his junior brother, but he didn't expect that his junior brother would die like this.
The reason why he arrived now was because the junior brother was worried that people from the Taichu Sect and Baiyang Cave would arrive early and asked him to keep an eye on them.
He also thought that dealing with a small Shen family would be easy for his junior brother, not to mention that most of the men stationed there would help.
The reason why he rushed here was mainly because he was worried that his junior brother would be too harsh and easily wipe out the entire Shen family, which would cause trouble in the future. But who would have thought that they would be the ones to be wiped out.
The entire station of experts and Junior Brother Wang were all dead.
It can be said that once Junior Brother Wang died, his future was cut off.
No, when he thought about his master's appearance, he even felt that he would be punished even more severely.
So at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and he was burning with anger.
He had been fighting with this boy before, just to save Junior Brother Wang's life. He thought he had succeeded, but who would have thought that the other party had actually lied to him and suddenly made a fatal move.
Jing Yue stood in the rain. The blood on the tip of the gun was soaked by the rain and became lighter in color.
He has been hanging out in Huangliucheng since he was a child and has met many people. He knows that these people are very vengeful and will not let them live.
Once he was pulled, he temporarily let the man in white go, but if he came back later, he and the entire Shen family would die.
So from the beginning, the two sides could only end up in a life-or-death situation tonight.
This kind of thing is cruel, but Jing Yue has long been used to it.
He stood there holding a spear, regulating the slightly chaotic Qi in his body.
The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he held the spear to the left.
There was a bang, and the gun body was hit by a black shadow running at high speed. Jing Yue only felt a strong force coming, and the man and the gun slid back.
After dragging a full three feet on the ground, he finally stood still.
Buzz…
A black flying sword floated in the rain curtain, buzzing continuously, giving people a huge sense of oppression.
Little psychic!
Jing Yue heard Ye Ning say that monks can take secret medicine after entering the four realms, feel the world, and understand the first magical power.
The most favorite magical power among sword cultivators is the "Flying Sword".
He knew that this middle-aged man was a master, but he didn't expect him to be so high.
After just a moment of fighting, Jing Yue felt how terrifying the opponent was.
This flying sword just flew over against the eaves, silently, and accelerated instantly when it approached him. If he hadn't possessed a water spirit body, and was very sensitive to rain, and could detect the broken raindrops, otherwise he might have been killed. Wiped his neck.
Suddenly, the tip of Jing Yue's spear trembled again.
clang! clang! clang!
The flying sword whizzed past, and the raindrops shattered, forming white streaks.
The flying sword and the black gun collided, causing brilliant sparks to bloom.
Jing Yue only felt that the flying sword was fast and fierce, the spear kept buzzing, and the hands holding the gun were numb.
The speed of the flying sword became faster and faster. The previous white mark had not disappeared and was covered by a new white mark. The sound of the sword continued.
At this moment, Jing Yue's eyes could no longer keep up with the speed of the flying sword, and he could only rely on sensing the changes in the rain to dodge and resist in a hurry.
This feeling of being beaten passively was so uncomfortable that Jing Yue only felt that the shadow of death was lingering around him.
With a sneer, the flying sword was swept away by the tip of the spear, making a hole in the wall, spinning in an instant and disappearing into the dark rain curtain.
Jing Yue watched all this with full vigilance and shouted: "Let's go!"
When Shen Yun heard Jing Yue's words, he knew that this was indeed not a battle that novices like them could get involved in. He could only grit his teeth and lead the people to the street around the corner.
Immediately, he endured the severe pain in his fingers and said: "Find someone to go around and see if there is a chance to kill that bastard."
"good."
Zhao Buqian waved his hand and disappeared into the rain with a few people.
Zhao Buqian knew that with their strength, even if they went for a sneak attack, they would be like moths flying into the flames, and they might die suddenly immediately.
But the nursing staff tonight almost all understood that when things got to this point, if they couldn't win this battle, they would have to be buried with the Shen family, so they gritted their teeth and quickened their pace!
There was a buzzing sound, and cold light suddenly appeared, breaking through the rain curtain and piercing Jing Yue's temples.
Because the speed was too fast, the surrounding rain twisted directly with the air, forming a white turbulence at the tail of the flying sword.
Jing Yue sensed the change in the rain, held the gun in one hand, and leaned back neatly.
With a buzzing sound, the flying sword almost flew past his cheek, causing his face to hurt.
The next moment, the flying sword moved up in the air, sank, and struck again!
Jing Yue was not given a chance to breathe at all.
With a clang, Jing Yue tried his best to block the blow with his gun, but because his body leaned back, he was knocked to the ground in an instant.
The moment he landed, he pushed out a cloud-slapping palm to disrupt the opponent's sight, then rolled away and hid behind a wooden pillar.
He was panting heavily, and his hands were terribly numb.
Jing Yue knew that continuing like this was not the answer. If he allowed the other party to attack like this, the only one who would die would be himself.
He must find opportunities to get closer.
But from the beginning to the end, the middle-aged man was fifty steps away from him, not giving him a chance.
It can only be said that the opponent with the magical power of flying sword has always been in an invincible position.
Ye Ning said that the gap between realms was not unbreakable, and she proved it.
When she was surrounded by four minor supernatural beings, she was able to kill one, seriously injure one, and then escape. She really didn't take this difference in realm into consideration.
But it became clearer to Jing that he was not Ye Ning after all.
Ye Ning is in the third realm, and he is in the second realm. The saint girl is far above him in terms of cultivation and innate qualities.
If Ye Ning is a level 4 hero fighting against a level 6 hero and successfully completes the counter-kill, then he is equivalent to a level 3 hero fighting against a level 6 hero.
Suddenly, Jing Yue rolled over.
Only a bang was heard, and the pillar was pierced by the flying sword in an instant, and sawdust flew like rain.
If Jing Yue had just taken a moment slower, his body would have been penetrated.
After rolling to the ground, Jing Yue stood up and in an instant, the spear in his hand danced into an afterimage. It was the "White Crane Spreading Wings" that was both offensive and defensive among the spear skills he controlled!
Dang, Dang, Dang!
Sparks fly.
The flying swords attacked one after another, but were isolated by the extended "wings".
Jing Yue took the opportunity to take a few steps forward.
The muscles all over his body were swollen and painful, and the true energy in his body was twisted into the most condensed state. Jing Yue resisted the attack of the flying sword while moving forward.
He knew he only had one chance to get close.
Yes, a chance for Xiao Yan in the jungle!
