Xu Qingteng smiled, still smiling as he did that day, sarcastically and coldly, and said: "Do you think you can do it?"
Anyan sighed again: "I just hope you don't run away either."
"You think we're going to run?"
"Yes, definitely yes!"
After hearing these words, many people's expressions changed. They couldn't help but lift their swords and move them, each of them secretly accumulating strength. Their eyes flickered, as if they were ready to take action, but their eagerness to try was also mixed with a little fear.
Ran Ran's expression was peaceful and calm, and he still looked calm and at ease, as if the master in the world in front of him didn't exist.
"It's really admirable that the devil can still have such grace even though he is under heavy siege. The devil can do whatever he wants."
After speaking calmly, he walked over calmly, and a skinny old man walked out of the crowd. He was very grand and proud. He walked out and stood seven feet away, only seven feet away from any one.
Ranran smiled and said: "I don't know you!"
The old man said: "It doesn't matter. It's enough that you killed Liu Seqing."
He nodded arbitrarily and said, "You're right, it's time for me to draw my sword."
The old man smiled and said: "How can you draw a sword like..."
The words stopped and the sword was drawn out!
The sword is not drawn from the sheath, but from the person's throat. At this moment, no one could pay too much attention, because this moment was too short, and no one could see clearly what happened in this moment.
But at this moment, he drew his sword and stabbed with the sword diagonally!
The sword light, like a flying rainbow and lightning, suddenly flashed in front of everyone's eyes at the same time.
With just one stab, the sword pierced the old man's throat. Now that the sword was pulled out, blood flew out. The old man's eyes widened, full of doubt and disbelief.
He seemed not to believe that he would die too!
He seemed to die not believing that anyone could kill him.
He was so confident before he was alive, but he was so confused when he died. This is how most people in the world die.
Did he draw his sword? Is this his sword? Is this the sword technique he never used that day? Xu Qingteng's heart trembled and he shouted: "The devil is doing the wrong thing. I am waiting here just to bring order to the chaos, bring peace to the world, and bring peace to the martial arts world."
"You are all heroes of the moment. We are gathered here to eliminate demons and protect the way. Let's all work together to kill demons!"
After killing someone, he smiled and walked forward with a smile... When a person faces countless enemies, in front of him, behind him, on his left and on all sides, he is already in a desperate situation?
There is only one person and one sword at any time. Since there is a sword in the hand, it is not a desperate situation.
How can one person face so many enemies if he has no ability?
Such people are not only capable, but also confident enough and proud enough.
He and the sword have become one, leaving the ground, flying quickly... The whole body has condensed into a thread, and his target has become a point. And the sword is at this point!
A proud person would never do something embarrassing, so the white shadow flew into the forest of people in an instant.
All the random swordsmanship moves flowed into his mind, then into his heart, and then in his hand, and then flowed out from the bottom of the sword one by one, turning into an unprecedented sword light in the sky and on the earth.
The sword light flashed forward, extremely fast, extremely accurate, and extremely wanton.
An ordinary iron sword turned into a dazzling flying star. The sword light spread across the sky, the sword energy was sharp, and the sky was filled with blood.
Wherever the sword pointed, heads were separated.
After one strike, eighteen heads were killed. This was only the second strike, so what would happen with the third strike?
Using the most arbitrary sword skills, killing people at will, the sword light flashes and disappears, and with every move of the hand and foot, one life after another is ended in the sword light.
A sword was swung out, and the sword light flashed past, leaving a long-lasting sword mark in the void.
The sword light flashed, and blood spurted out, filling the sky, and blood rain fell suddenly!
He is very light, as if he has no weight. He is like a gust of wind, and will appear in front of you with a single blow; the distance will always miraculously disappear at his feet.
His sword is very fast, as fast as a bolt of lightning. You can see it but can't react in time. It only takes a flash and it will swipe between your throat and heart.
No one, no one can block his sword!
People under his sword were worse than weak children. They were like grass, letting him cut them.
How many people rushed there? How many more people fell?
Ten or dozens of people rushed to kill them, but the same... ten or dozens of people fell in a pool of blood. Apart from the craziest roars, not a single person could be heard screaming.
Because a person only has one sword, and he will definitely die after one sword strike. The dead people are almost painless, and only the living people are wandering between madness and fear.
How long has passed, just a moment?
He didn't look like a human being at all, he looked like an immortal Buddha, or a god or ghost; and the ghost and god stood among the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, looking at them gently and smiling at them lightly.
That contemptuous look, that mocking smile...
Suddenly everyone stopped, everyone was in shock, everyone still had lingering fears, and now everyone started to tremble with fear.
"Everyone, come on!"
Another rush to kill...
Seeing the right moment, Xu Qingteng used up her last courage to draw her sword at him. He roared endlessly and struck a sword in the air. The sword light turned into a flying rainbow, and the flying rainbow turned into countless lights and shadows.
The power of this sword has reached the pinnacle of the world.
Within a radius of three feet, he was already in the sea of swords and swords. This sudden sword had blocked all his ways out. No matter which direction he tried to dodge, it seemed that he could not dodge it.
However, at the moment when the sword light arrived, at this seemingly desperate moment, Ran Ran smiled slightly and swung another sword!
This sword is extremely fast, extremely fast, extremely simple, and looks extremely ordinary...
However, it is a thousand and one moves to "turn clouds and rain", this sword is "one"!
The moment he used "One" at will, Xu Qingteng's sword also arrived.
Everyone saw it and saw a scene that was extremely strange, extremely strange, extremely terrifying, and extremely incredible.
That is the essence and killing move of all sword techniques, it is the change and mystery of all sword techniques. Everything in sword techniques burst out in one sword of his.
A flash of lightning flashed in the void, leaving a trace of sword light that seemed to be formed in a second, interweaving a curtain of snow-white swords that condensed but never dispersed.
With only one sword and one move, everyone is left with only one word.
die!
Within a radius of three feet, everyone's figure stagnated.
Then blood flew out and they all fell down. Xu Qingteng was among them. He was no different.
There were corpses lying on the ground, but only one person was still standing on the spot. His white clothes were flowing, his silver hair was flying, and he had a long sword in his hand, not even a drop of blood on it!
People are retreating, people are retreating inadvertently, they are staring at that person, their bodies are not trembling on their own.
Randomly shook his head and chuckled: "I told you that you would run away."
"Ren... Young Master Ren, please, please let us go."
"Yes, please, I am just being deceived by others. We...we will never have the guts to be your enemy."
A depressing feeling of death, like a mountain pressing down on my heart, almost suffocating and difficult to relieve! Many people have begun to beg for mercy, almost crying and shouting.
However, he said: "It's a pity that I don't allow it!"
The figure flashed, and the sword light flashed again!
Man and sword merge into one, the simplest and most direct, no fancy sword, with unparalleled killing intent, slashing at people!
One person, one sword, is chasing hundreds of people...
