Chapter 72 Amazing time, frozen years

"Thank you for the compliment, but..." Leng Wuyou looked at the person who was holding on and said in an indifferent tone, "I'm not only capable, I can also keep you here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword in Leng Wuyou's hand buzzed. Purple fighting energy covered the sword body, and a terrifying aura emanated from Leng Wuyou's body. That was the Divine Phoenix Tianxia Kung Fu in action.

Uncle Yang's face changed drastically, his heart was filled with fear, his soul was screaming for danger, and his mind went blank except for a huge word "death".

Escape, must escape! Otherwise he will die, and he doesn't want to die yet.

Uncle Yang's body suddenly retreated. He didn't even have a defense when passing through the tornado. His body was scratched by the tornado in an instant and suffered many injuries.

Suddenly, the tornado stopped, the fallen leaves stopped moving, and even the white clouds stopped floating in the sky.

When everyone on the sidelines of the battle was confused, Leng Wuyou slowly raised his sword, and a soft cry resounded through the sky: "The first move of the Divine Phoenix World: Destruction!"

A sword energy full of destructive power suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. It was like a vast river, burning all the wastelands and seas. The purple sword energy was brilliant in an instant. Uncle Yang, who had escaped a hundred meters away, was annihilated by the river in an instant.

At this moment, everyone only had this sword in their eyes. This sword stunned time and seemed to freeze time. No one paid attention to Uncle Yang who was swallowed by the sword river.

The sword light gradually dissipated, and everyone came back to their senses. Liu Qinghe broke away from the sword light and shouted, "Where's Uncle Yang, what did you do to Uncle Yang?"

Leng Wuyou's face turned slightly pale. This sword directly drained the fighting energy from her body. It seemed that she was reluctant to use this move with her current strength. Fortunately, she still had spiritual power in her body, otherwise

She doesn't know how to use this trick either.

After hearing Liu Qinghe's words, Leng Wuyou ignored him and stood quietly to regain his breath.

A man over there swallowed his saliva and told him with a pale face, "Uncle Yang, he, he is gone."

"Gone?" Liu Qinghe's eyes turned cold, and he stared at the man with a sharp voice. "Please tell me clearly, what does it mean to be gone?"

The man's pupils shrank in shock at the sudden sound, his lips pursed a few times, and he didn't make a sound for a long while.

Leng Wuyou looked at it indifferently. Seeing that the man was trembling and speechless, she kindly explained to Liu Qinghe, "It means he doesn't exist anymore. It can also be said that he is dead." But she was wondering in her heart.

, does she look scary? Look at how scared this person is. He is obviously a tall and thick man, but he still shrinks back.

Leng Wuyou didn't know that she could no longer be called a human being in the hearts of these people.

The last three words, Leng Wuyou's voice, were obviously very soft, but they were like thunder exploding in Liu Qinghe's mind.

Liu Qinghe felt his brain buzzing for a while, and his eyesight went black. He looked like crazy, shouting hysterically, "Impossible, Uncle Yang is a master of the fourth level of martial arts, how could he be beaten by a first level martial artist like you?"

Was the boy killed?"

Liu Qinghe couldn't believe it. If this young man even killed Uncle Yang, wouldn't they be like chickens and dogs in front of this young man? He only dared to go to Wei Lin and the others so directly because of Uncle Yang's presence.

, now that Uncle Yang is gone, they have to face the young man in black who killed Uncle Yang.

"No, definitely, you must have used some trick to kill Uncle Yang." Liu Qinghe made an excuse for himself. Only in this way could he have the courage to face the young man in front of him.

Wei Lin and the others looked at Liu Qinghe who was talking to himself with pity. There was no sympathy in their six eyes, but only the joy of venting their anger, mixed with sadness. Their brother was lying on the ground silently at this moment.

I will no longer fight with them or have fun with them like before, I will just lie there quietly, falling into silence forever.

Their deaths were all given by the person in front of them. If it hadn't been for him, they wouldn't have...

"Everyone, come here, kill him and avenge Uncle Yang." Liu Qinghe's face was ferocious. Because he had an excuse, the fear in his heart towards Leng Wuyou turned into hatred.

However, as soon as he said this, no one among the thirty or so people on his side made any move. They all looked at each other, and their eyes reflected each other's frightened and hesitant faces.

"What are you waiting for? There are so many of us, are we still afraid of him alone?" Liu Qinghe shouted loudly, his eyes full of treachery, and finally he said, "If he doesn't die today, he will die."

That’s us.”

This sentence is more useful than the previous thing about avenging Uncle Yang. After all, they don't want to die, so the young man must die. And Liu Qinghe has a good saying, "There are so many of them, why should they be afraid of him alone?"

?”

If all of them join forces, a young man who is a first-level martial artist will probably be half disabled even if he is not dead.

The thirty or so people exchanged glances with each other and stood in a square formation, surrounding Leng Wuyou in the center. Leng Wuyou's gaze remained the same. Even if these people joined forces, there was no trace of excess on her face.

expression.

Thirty-four people, including Uncle Yang, died, and there were thirty-three others. They all made a splash and sacrificed their weapons.

There were long swords and broadswords, chessboards, abacuses, jade flutes and gourds, etc. There were all kinds of magic weapons, and Wei Lin and the other three looked worried.
Chapter completed!