The fierce sword wind stirs the mysterious energy around the ground, surging everywhere like waves.
On the Juque Sword, the colorful mysterious light is beautiful, as if people are in a dream, like illusion and drunkenness.
Ye Junlin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned on the Juque Sword, and slowly stood up.
If someone does not offend me, I will not offend others. If someone offends me, he will return it a hundred times.
Ye Junlin roared, and golden light shone all over his body. Behind Ye Junlin, a phantom of a golden dragon rose into the air, and the powerful force of pressure shocked everyone.
The golden thin scales and dense armor covered Ye Junlin's whole body, and the golden light shone. Ye Junlin was like the Qingxiao Human Emperor, ruled the world. Five people surrounded Ye Junlin, and their powerful anger increased the power of the "Haoran Sword Technique" to
peak.
The Golden Dragon Beast Soul, the "Haoran Sword Technique" plus the three amplification power of "Kunlun Wuji" made Ye Junlin's momentum rise to two small levels in a row. At this time, the power surging Ye Junlin's body was already different from the "high-level Xuanhuang"
Few.
"What a terrifying increase!"
Feng Wuhu looked at Ye Junlin and exclaimed.
The blue mysterious light slowly lingers on Ye Junlin's right arm, and the wound that was shot by the flame arrow slowly heals.
The Juque Sword in his hand kept making a "whimpering" sound, as if urging Ye Junlin to take revenge.
My giant sword is already hungry and thirsty.
The "Breaking Wind Boots" under your feet, a purple dark light shone.
Ye Junlin held his breath and concentrated his mind, like a gust of wind, instantly disappeared from the spot.
The five people only felt a gust of breeze blowing around them. When they reacted, Ye Junlin had already arrived in front of them.
Among the five, Ying Zheng had the highest combat power, and Nangong Xiong and Song Chuyu both practiced high-level "defensive mysterious skills", which was difficult to solve in an instant. Therefore, he chose his goal between Nangong Xiaoxiang and Ximen Shuangshuang.
Ximen Shuangshuang is a "sword warrior". Her ability to fight in close combat is not weak, so the only goal choice is Nangong Xiaoxiang.
The long sword was like a dragon, and at Ye Junlin's almost ethereal speed, he came to Nangong Xiaoxiang in an instant.
Nangong Xiaoxiang was shocked and turned around to escape, but Ye Junlin did not give her any chance.
The Juque sword was slashed down on the head, and Nangong Xiaoxiang quickly waved his crossbow to resist.
With a metal clash, Nangong Xiaoxiang's flame crossbow was instantly slashed into two pieces by the Juque Sword.
Nangong Xiong had already reacted and turned around to rescue Nangong Xiaoxiang.
Ye Junlin turned around and drew an arc in the air. On the Juque Sword, the golden mysterious light shone on the heaven and earth.
"'Killing God Sword Technique'!"
Ye Junlin was in the air and swung his sword.
The four-style sword skills of the "Killing God Sword Technique" are swung one after another like flowing clouds and water.
Four-style sword technique, first knocked off the flame axe in Nangong Xiong's hand, then the thunder exploded. Nangong Xiong was struck by yellow thunder, his whole body was numb and soft, and his body almost fell to the ground. The power of the third sword breaks the armor and directly cuts it.
The "double-ring beast-faced armor" worn on Nangong Xiong was broken, and a sword mark was left on his chest.
Nangong Xiong was about to escape, but Ye Junlin's fourth sword was slashed down again.
His body was suspended in the air, and Ye Junlin's body turned back, his feet were on top, his arms were holding the Juque sword underneath, and the "Slaying Immortal Style" was hanging the golden hook inverted to destroy the world.
Nangong Xiong, who was just arrogant, was so scared that his legs became weak and frightened.
Ye Junlin slashed straight down with a sword, chopping him directly from his head to the soles of his feet, and chopping him in half.
Blood splattered Ye Junlin all over, and the scene was extremely bloody and tragic.
When Nangong Xiaoxiang saw her brother being killed, she, who was as proud as an iceberg, burst into tears.
As the eldest prince and the eldest princess of Chu State, relying on power and force, the two of them have been majestic for more than ten years, and no one has ever hurt them at all.
And now, Nangong Xiaoxiang watched his brother die in front of him.
With a loud scream, Nangong Xiaoxiang fainted.
Ye Junlin did not take the opportunity to kill again, because whether it was hitting a woman or taking advantage of others' danger, it did not conform to his principles of doing things.
Beitangmo looked at Ye Junlin and nodded in praise, not to appreciate his force, but to appreciate his bottom line in being a human being.
Ye Junlin turned his head, his eyes cold, and he stared at Ximen Shuangshuang, Song Chuyu and Ying Zheng, full of murderous aura.
The three of them were a little lost. After a few breaths, Ye Junlin scared Nangong Xiaoxiang and killed Nangong Xiong. These actions were so terrible.
Ye Junlin did not give them a chance to calm down. He turned his body and ran around like the wind again. The Juque Sword was like a thin line of death. Wherever he went, there must be a dead soul.
He locked his next target on Song Chuyu.
All three of them were "high-level Xuanhuang", but Ye Junlin knew through the observation of "Tianmu" that Song Chuyu had the weakest aura.
A sword was handed out, and the flow of mysterious energy around him stopped.
Ye Junlin used a plan to "Duanhong". At the same time, the "Time Seal" in Ye Junlin's sea of consciousness suddenly emitted a ray of light, and a little power of time integrated into the "Duanhong style"
Among them.
The power of time has been applied to this small space, and the figures of the three people were imprisoned and difficult to move at all. Ying Zheng and the other two tried desperately to break free, but found that they were powerless.
The Juque Sword floated past, and a thin blood-red line appeared on Song Chuyu's neck, and some sticky blood slowly dripped down. Song Chuyu's head flew straight out in an instant.
Blood was blowing like a pillar on the wound on the neck.
Of course he died.
"Chu Yu!"
My cousin was chopped off his head in front of him, and Ximen Shuangshuang let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Ye Junlin smiled and his eyes fell on Ying Zheng.
For the first time in his life, Ying Zheng felt the breath of death.
Ye Junlin was covered in blood, and his golden scales and dense armor had been dyed blood-red. He was like a butcher who killed people and drank blood, holding a sharp weapon in his hand, coming from hell, where the sword came, and his life was harvested.
"When did this guy become so terrifying!" Ying Zheng began to regret in his heart, regretting that he had not listened to the Ghost Venerable's words.
Ye Junlin rushed forward and wanted to end Ying Zheng's life with one sword. But at this moment, a dizziness came from the sea of consciousness, and the "Time Seal" seemed to want to tell Ye Junlin something.
But that powerful power is not something that Ye Junlin can bear now.
The binding force of the "Duanhong Style" finally dissipated. Ying Zheng and Ximen both seized the opportunity and fled to the distance like a desperate attempt.
The main hall of the Emperor Wu Mausoleum, which had lost its power to support, shook even more violently after a fight, as if it would collapse at any time.
Feng Wuhu pulled Cuihua and fled to the hall with Shen Luoyue and others. Ye Junlin didn't care about the dizziness in the sea of consciousness and followed...