This time, Ling Luoyu did play a big game.

More than a thousand long swords were released like blooming fireworks, slashing in all directions.

There were only more than one hundred people who escaped from the Blood Mansion led by Zuo Furong.

On average, each person can take care of more than ten long swords.

Under such density, unless a miracle happens and the Buddha blesses, you can escape safely.

Seeing the forced sword approaching, Zuo Furong was instinctively screaming and squatting down with her head in her arms.

The moment she squatted down, she suddenly felt scheming and completely lay on the ground.

"Swoosh swish swish!"

A harsh sound whizzed past her head, scaring her so much that she didn't even dare to look up.

Under the storm, she could feel the biting coldness, almost rubbing against her back.

"ah……"

Screams came from behind her.

Feeling that there was less threat on her head, she dared to turn her head and shout.

"Let's go down... lay down... all go down..."

But her warning was too late at this time.

There were more than 100 subordinates just now, but no one could stand at this time.

The one close among them was right in front of her, and the one far was hundreds of meters away.

At that distance, the person was also inserted into a bloody hole by the long sword.

A few people who were not dead were lying on the ground, wailing and flipping.

They were still the arrogant god of killing just now, but at this moment, they became lambs to be slaughtered without any ability to resist!!

A sound of footsteps came from the front, which was so shocked that Zuo Furong quickly turned her head and looked, her pupils shrank again.

Those disciples of Qiyun Sect actually left the barrier.

They carried the disciples of Qiyun Sect who had fallen back one by one.

And before these people, Ling Luoyu stood with his hands behind his back.

Although she covered her face, the aura of wild killing still emanated from her body.

The two of them looked at each other, and Zuo Furong suddenly felt a familiar feeling.

She had felt this cold murderous aura in another person!

An inexplicable horror came to her heart, and she slowly stood up, her face full of disbelief.

"You...you are?!!"

The name circled in her heart for a long time, but it still didn't say it.

She was completely defeated in that battle.

I originally thought that after I went back, I would practice hard and strive to avenge my revenge one day.

But unexpectedly, before she could do anything, the other party's height was no longer something she could look up to.

In an instant, the heart was disheartened and cold.

She shook her head slowly powerlessly: "No! Impossible! You can't be her! Absolutely impossible!"

Zuo Furong couldn't believe it, and she didn't want to believe it.

Without seeing it with your own eyes, there is still hope in everything!

But if you see it with your own eyes, then all will be despair!

She should not despair!

So she would rather not believe it!

Can't believe it!!

Zuo Furong retreated step by step, allowing Ling Luoyu to take the injured or dead disciples back with the disciples of Qiyun Sect.

Although the fight between Jin Lanzhi and Ji Yun continued, it was obviously not as sharp as before.

Ling Luoyu's killing was awkward, which made those who escaped from the Blood Mansion feel uncomfortable.

After all, one of their own side fell into a defeat, and their mood must be greatly affected.

Under the fluctuation, the murderous intent became much weaker.

Ling Luoyu's eyes flew towards Jin Lanzhi, and the evil charm appeared in his eyes.

The white wrist flipped, and the mysterious energy rose again, wrapping around the long sword that was piled up like a mountain behind him.

"boom!"

The mysterious energy penetrated, and thousands of long swords spun at the same time.
Chapter completed!