Everyone clearly saw that the moment Li Qingyun swung his sword, a purple shadow appeared behind him!
And the moment this phantom appeared, the sword energy was strengthened several times!
Qiao Wu took action instantly, crushed a jade talisman, and retreated suddenly with more than a dozen Nether Clan members.
"escape!"
Zhao Shenyuan turned around suddenly and ran away without hesitation!
But at this time, under the sea of flowers in the dragnet, is there any way to escape?
"No!"
The endless sword energy is like a sky curtain, pressing in from all directions. Zhao Shenyuan, Sun Wenmao and others are at the center of all the sword energy. They have no way to escape and can only resist!
boom!
A huge sonic boom sounded, and the sword energy came involuntarily, suppressing it mercilessly.
"Let's take action together!!" Everyone roared similar to those before dying.
At this moment, they and others desperately sacrificed the puppet pills. Several huge bodies stood in front of them, and they quickly made seals in their hands, and magic weapons and body-protecting powers came out at the same time!
All this... just to temporarily block the sword energy and survive!
Under the dazzling sword energy, everything here turned into transparency and shadow. The huge peeps were like black spots under the scorching sun. In front of the terrifying sword energy, everyone felt that they were illuminated transparently and almost evaporated.
Feel!
Buzz——
It seemed like a moment passed, and it seemed like endless years had passed, and the dazzling sword light dissipated.
"ah!!"
Wang Lang's shrill scream sounded.
Looking around, he found that out of the originally large crowd, only six people, Zhao Shenyuan, Sun Wenmao, Qi Qiu, Wang Lang, Nian Kong and Luo Tianyi, were left.
Reinforcements from Haoran Academy, Wang Lang's fellow disciples, Tianyin Lin's fellow disciples, Sun Wenmao's fellow disciples, as well as reinforcements from the Moro Sect, Qi Qiu's fellow disciples... these more than twenty people, more than twenty terrifying geniuses from the Holy Meteor Continent
, were all chopped into pieces and evaporated under the terrifying sword energy just now...
At this time, Wang Lang's clothes were torn and his hair was disheveled. He was looking at the empty space behind him and roaring miserably. He had long lost his previous gentle and aloof attitude.
When Sun Wenmao and Qi Qiu saw the empty space behind them, there was no trace of sadness in their eyes, but instead they were filled with deep fear... And the two of them were no better than Wang Lang at this time. They were all sluggish and burdened.
Looks seriously injured.
Zhao Shenyuan was in the best condition among everyone at this time. Although his clothes were torn and his face was scarred, his spiritual power was still flowing freely.
Behind him were the other six peaks of Qixing Mountain. Five peaks were dead at this time, leaving only Tianquan Peak, covered in blood, with his eyes open in horror.
Luo Tianyi and Nian Kong looked at Li Qingyun above in horror step by step, their lips trembling involuntarily...
They knew that all this destruction was caused by the power of the sword of this young man above!
This man they just called a country bumpkin and looked down upon by them killed more than twenty of them with one sword!
Wang Lang collapsed and shouted: "Li Qingyun! You actually killed me, a disciple of Haoran Academy! Do you know how much trouble you have caused!"
His eyes were blood red, and he pointed hysterically at Li Qingyun above: "You first promised to form an alliance with me, Haoran Academy, and now you have betrayed your trust and killed people from my Haoran Academy!"
"You, a treacherous person, will definitely be hunted by our Haoran Academy for ten thousand years! Not only you, but also your sect will be destroyed by Haoran Academy!"
crystal--
What answered him was a crisp sword cry from above!
"No!!"
Wang Lang's eyes suddenly widened, and then he suddenly turned around and rushed in the direction of Zhao Shenyuan, Sun Wenmao and others.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Shenyuan and others immediately dispersed backwards.
Wang Lang shouted upward: "Why! Why do you want to kill me! Now that the fellow Taoist fellows from the Nether Clan are right in front of you, are you afraid that they will see the joke if you are fighting among yourself!!"
The sword energy that filled the sky suddenly stopped in mid-air. Li Qingyun looked at Wang Lang quietly, his eyes extremely cold: "Say what you just said again?"
Wang Lang was stunned and murmured: "Why do you want to kill me?"
"Next sentence." Li Qingyun's face was expressionless, as if he would let Wang Lang go at any time, and he seemed to kill him at any time.
Wang Lang repeated mechanically: "Now that fellow Taoists from the Nether Clan are right in front of you, aren't you afraid that they will see the joke if you are fighting among yourself..."
Li Qingyun's lips curled up with a hint of sarcasm, he pointed at Qiao Wu and others who had already fled, and said to Wang Lang: "Then come and see, do you have any intention of saving you, Lord Nether Tribe, who you are so bent on fawning over?
"
Wang Lang raised his head blankly and looked at Qiao Wu and the dozen or so powerful Nether Clan behind Qiao Wu, and found that there was no sympathy or pity in their eyes, only endless strangeness.
"You..." Wang Lang opened his mouth, wanting to ask why Qiao Wu and others didn't take him away when they escaped, but he felt that his words were ridiculous.
He turned around and looked at Li Qingyun, wanting to ask if this was the reason why Li Qingyun wanted to kill him? But he felt that he might never understand the reason.
At this moment, countless emotions and thoughts flashed through the eyes of Wang Lang, the holy son of Haoran Academy. He seemed to understand a lot, and he seemed to have aged hundreds of years in an instant...
Finally, he gritted his teeth, withdrew the sword from his waist, roared, and killed Li Qingyun above.
Li Qingyun swung his sword downwards, and the terrifying sword energy swallowed him up in the blink of an eye.
Sun Wenmao also understood at this time that he had been wrong all along. The Nether Clan, whom they thought were friendly, were actually not a good person. They thought that Li Qingyun, who came from a remote country and was not qualified to be in power, and should shut up and was laughed at, was actually the most terrifying person here.
people.
But it was already too late, and I saw Li Qingyun's figure slowly approaching in the sky. At this time, the figure wearing a green robe, slender, but with cold murderous intent, like a god of death, stood
In front of him, Zhao Shenyuan and Qi Qiu.
Sun Wenmao's throat rolled, he swallowed hard, and said to Li Qingyun: "Li... Brother Li, we... know we were wrong."
He admitted his mistake with difficulty and looked at Li Qingyun expectantly, but found that Li Qingyun was still walking towards them expressionlessly, as if he didn't care about his reluctant admission of his mistake, and still had a cold murderous intention.
Sun Wenmao said: "Brother Li... keep a line in your behavior. You have already killed Wang Lang. If you kill us again, I am afraid you will offend all the top forces in the Holy Meteor Continent. Please consider Brother Li for the sect behind you...
"
Li Qingyun still did not stop. He slowly raised his sword and said softly: "If the disciples of all the top forces on the Holy Meteor Continent were like you, they bowed to the Nether Clan..."
"Then I, Li Qingyun, will kill all the top forces like you!"
Sun Wenmao's eyes widened!
In his desperate eyes, the Qingfeng Sword suddenly slashed down!