Xuanyuan suddenly let out a long sigh, then smiled and said: "You have come to the end of the road in the world of the world."
His eyes were very light, as if he regarded them as nothing.
His smile was weak, as if he was mocking them.
His voice was cold, as if he regarded them as dead people.
Then, then, his hand reached to his waist, and his hand grasped the hilt of the sword...
No one spoke, no one moved, everyone's eyes fell on his hand and the sword.
Very soft and gentle, just like holding a woman's hand, just like treating a lover... Slowly, accompanied by a soft moan, like the sound of a piano, the Xianyin Sword finally was pulled out.
The blade of the sword was originally dark, but after so many years, the blade has become as bright as a jade.
Still no one made a move, some of them were stunned, some were puzzled, and some were horrified, but none of them wanted to move first. This was the first time they saw the Xian Yin Sword, and it was also the last time they saw the Xian Yin Sword.
Because when the sword was swung out, it was swung out inadvertently!
Anyone who has never seen a sword drawn at will would never have thought that the sound of the sword could be so beautiful.
People who have never seen a Xianyin Sword would never imagine that a sword could be so beautiful.
Those who have never seen his swordsmanship cannot imagine that his swordsmanship is so unparalleled.
The graceful sword sound, the beautiful sword light, the peerless swordsmanship, the sword pierced into the crowd, the sword light swept into the crowd, and the sword sound fell into everyone's ears.
This sword is so fast, urgent, accurate, transcendent, and supreme, as if all the magic in the world has been integrated into the sword technique...
However, it flowed out from under the blade, and then turned into the bloodiest, cruelest, and most terrifying scene in the world!
Blood flew, blood mist filled the air, blood rain fell...
The light of the sword flashed, the blade broke, the tip of the sword passed through a person's throat, and the edge of the sword twisted their heads.
In just the blink of an eye, dozens of corpses were already lying on the ground...
Qiao Feng saw with his own eyes that after a flash of sword light, dozens of heads flew up, including Qi Liu, Xiang Wanghai, and Bao Qianling.
The killing started, blood flew, the heroes finally reacted, and the heroes finally took action.
Everyone swarmed forward and took action together.
Shan Zheng jumped up and struck down in the air. He led his five sons, Shan Boshan, Shan Zhongshan, Shan Shushan, Shan Jishan and Shan Xiaoshan, a total of six people, to attack Randomly.
Shan Zheng didn't pay attention to others, only stared at the white shadow. His only wish was to let the devil die in his hands.
As long as the devil dies in his hands, he will become more powerful and his status in the world will also rise.
He struck three palms at the devil's back, but unfortunately all three palms struck him empty. He didn't even touch the corner of anyone's clothes. His eyeballs were soaked with blood. He suddenly found that all five of his sons had fallen to the ground.
Each of the five people had a hole in their throat.
When he discovered this terrible thing, his consciousness stopped in vain and everything turned into darkness.
No one can rest in the sweet sound of the sword, and no one can survive in the beautiful light of the sword. Death is too close to them.
In just a few moments and a few breaths, the light of the sword frightened the souls of each of them, and the light of blood frightened each of their movements.
The heroes were horrified and retreated quickly.
It's not how they surrounded and suppressed Yi at all, but...but Yi Yi held a sword to kill them all.
The truth is incredible, the truth is beyond their knowledge.
One person, one sword, brutal killing...
The ambition and will of the heroes began to collapse, and everyone was instantly in disarray. The previous heroic and courageous spirit seemed to have disappeared after just a few breaths.
One by one, you hit me and I blocked you. The situation was chaotic.
Some people begged loudly for mercy, but they opened their mouths, but they could no longer close them. Some people wanted to run, but the sword light flashed in his eyes, and he also fell into the sword light.
"Evil obstacle, stop!"
Angry shouts came from afar, and a Shaolin monk was seen rushing in from outside the village, flying through the air, his cassocks hunting and dancing wildly. The person who came was Xuannan from the Shaolin Temple.
He shot out his palms quickly, his steps changed with his hands, his body was like a rudder, his speed was extremely fast, and his palms guided the wind to hit him in any direction.
With a backhand, he pulled out the Xianyin Sword, and the sword light gave off a sharp and sad killing intent. As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light was already nailed to Xuan Nan's throat.
The sword light was more beautiful than the sunset, and the sword light was faster than lightning. The sword light flashed away... Xuannan fell to the ground and became a dead body.
The master of the Shaolin Temple, the famous figure in the martial arts world, is now in the hands of the devil. Under the sword of the devil, he is as weak as a child, as humble as a piece of grass, and is killed with one sword.
Almost everyone's teeth were chattering, almost everyone was trembling all over, and some even knelt down to beg for mercy.
"No, I don't want to die, don't kill me."
"Mr. Ren, I... I was only temporarily deceived by them. Please let me go."
"Master Ren, please let us go. I...we don't want to die."
Randomly smiled and said: "I have given you a chance, but you didn't care! Everyone has only one life. If you don't cherish it, why should I?"
Qiao Feng couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to persuade him, but he saw the light of the sword coming back and the sound of the piano coming again.
There was no murderous intention in any pair of eyes, and the cold murderous intention was all on the blade of the sword. The sword swept out, passing through a sword light that seemed to be made in a second, leaving a sword mark that was condensed but not scattered.
People on the ground were killed instantly!
"No...I, I don't want to die!"
The person begging for mercy died, which almost eliminated their last hope, and everyone was left with only fear and a will to die. In order to stop their own death wish, they had no choice but to kill Ran Ran.
"Everyone... everyone... we still have so many brothers, don't... don't be afraid!"
"Yes, yes! Don't be afraid!"
The heroes shouted in unison, both frightened and horrified... There were indeed many of them, but at this moment there were less than four hundred of them alive.
Every step you take to move forward, everyone moves back step by step.
He suddenly stopped walking slowly. Suddenly, he stepped a little, and the people turned into shadows and swept through the crowd... Everyone had retreated into the hall, and the killing was also unfolding in the hall.
His swordsmanship is not of this world at all!
The sword turns at will, the intention follows the destiny of the heart, the heart follows the movement of the spirit, and the sword enters the realm of Taoism. This kind of swordsmanship is not fast, nor is it strange, nor is it perfect, nor is it just beautiful.
But the combination of everything, plus a bit of chicness, a bit of supremacy, a bit of detachment, is the pinnacle that swordsmanship can reach throughout the ages.
The Xianyin sword suddenly turned into a ball of cold light, and the light suddenly exploded, turning into a rain of light, and the random figure disappeared into the cold light in the sky.
Everyone felt as if they were falling into the void, their bodies were blurred, and everyone had no idea where the sword edge would come from, and then countless blood marks burst out all over their bodies.
There is no way to resist, no way to dodge, no way to parry. There is no other option but to be helpless and wait for death.
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The ground was a mess, and blood flowed like a river. No one could stand in such a hellish ghostland, but he...he was the only one who still stood among the piles of corpses in the river of blood!
No matter how high a person's martial arts is, how can he compare with all the heroes in the world?
Even though Juxian Village did not gather all the heroes in the world, more than 800 people in the world were killed by one person.
There is strength in numbers, and using the crowd to bully the minority does not seem to be reflected in this person at all.
The blood was still dry and the corpse was still warm, and the murderous sword slowly returned to its scabbard.
If it weren't for the countless corpses on the ground, no one would believe that there were more than 800 heroes here! Even now, Wu Changfeng and others couldn't believe what they were seeing.
This...is this his swordsmanship?
This...this is what happens after he draws his sword?
He retracted the sword arbitrarily, without any arrogance or sadness. He seemed to be a little lonely, a little empty, and a little lonely.
The man turned around and said casually: "Let's go."
