Shout!

Holding the Yanlong Sword in his hand, Lin Zhen directly swung out a sword, a sky-high sword ray, and then flashed out.

As the sword shot forward, the majestic sword qi swept out like a raging wind and waves.

"Ahhh

One after another, screams that were more terrible than killing pigs also erupted at this moment.

One after another, the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect exploded and died.

That is, those who were slightly stronger did not explode directly, but they were also directly shocked by the sword qi and smashed to the ground.

Moreover, even these slightly stronger ones will never have a chance to get up again, because they have also become corpses.

The internal organs of these people were all shattered by the sword qi, and even if the immortals came, they couldn't save them.

What is very strange is that the people on this street are not only at leisure, but also many ordinary people who are running for their lives, but none of them are affected by the sword qi.

Looking at the sword light that was still flickering, everyone's footsteps were all at this moment.

There was also a look of excitement in his eyes for the rest of his life, but other than that, there was disbelief.

In such a short period of time, it was almost just a blink of an eye, and all the disciples in the free middle school on this street actually fell.

This is nothing short of a miracle for these ordinary people.

They couldn't believe it at all, all this was made by Lin Zhen, who was carrying a sword.

Thump!

The next moment, all the ordinary people knelt down.

"It must be a god who is clearly in the spirit!"

"The sky has eyes, we are saved!"

"Thank you, Lord Qingtian, thank God!"

The people kneeling on the ground kowtowed and thanked the gods.

Lin Zhen will not explain to them that the person they should be grateful for is actually himself.

He didn't stay on this street any longer, and continued to walk towards the street in front of him in a flash.

There are still disciples at large on the street ahead, and everyone is carrying out horrific killings.

Whether it is the old, weak, sick or disabled, or young and middle-aged, these disciples in the free world have no mercy, and they will kill them directly if they encounter them.

At this moment, the bloodthirsty cold glow in Lin Zhen's eyes had also reached the extreme.

The cold gaze also can't see the slightest other emotions that humans should have, and it is like crazy, and there is only cold killing intent in his eyes.

With these disciples in the middle of the journey, Lin Zhen also did not have the slightest mercy, and directly swung his sword to kill.

Along the way, Lin Zhen killed all the way.

When he walked out of the two streets, the Yanlong Sword in his hand was already dripping blood, and the ground under his feet was completely stained red with blood, and every step could bring up a bloody footprint.

But as long as the disciples in the free middle school did not kill them cleanly, he could not stop there.

After fighting a few streets in a row, Lin Zhen met Wang Tianhe, who was leading the beggar gang and the garrison, to resist the disciples in the free escape.

"Lin Zhanshen!"

Wang Tianhe shouted excitedly.

The surrounding beggar brothers and the garrison, their originally tired eyes also shone brightly again at this moment.

"Lin Zhanshen is here!"

"This gang of people who deserve a thousand cuts can't escape, brothers kill it!"

Lin Zhen didn't say a word, but everyone was like being beaten with chicken blood, all of them were full of morale and killing intent, and they were all fighting more fiercely against the disciples who were at ease.

Almost in a short instant, in the middle of this street, half of the disciples died directly.

The rest of the people panicked and hurriedly called for help.

Stomp, stomp!

Hurried footsteps followed.

Woohoo!

One figure after another also flashed out at this moment.

Lin Zhen didn't stop those who sent signals to his companions at all, and he didn't release his previous ultimate, and he slashed all the people in the street with a single sword.

At this moment, he noticed that more and more disciples were leaning towards here, and the sneer in Lin Zhen's eyes became more and more intense.

Killing one by one is too much of a waste of time.

Lin Zhen also wished that this group of people in the free could call all the people in the free to come over, and then they could kill them in one fell swoop.

So now, he's not even in a hurry to make a move.

About three minutes passed, and all the surrounding Xiaoyao disciples rushed over, all surrounding Lin Zhen, Wang Tianhe and the others.

Wang Tianhe brought a lot of people this time, but they were also scattered, hunting and killing people at ease, but there were only about 200 people who followed him.

There are at least 2,000 people in this group of people at leisure.

The streets, which had been depressed by the beginning of the killings, were now crowded again, and they were densely packed with water.

Looking at Lin Zhen, who was surrounded, the captain of the team in the middle of the ride, the sneer in his eyes at this moment was also thick to the extreme.

"It's really hard to find a place to step on iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there. ”

"I heard that your kid escaped from the formation, and I still want to go to you and take your head back to receive the merit. ”

"I didn't even bother to look for it, but I didn't expect you to send it to the door yourself. ”

"Hahaha! Lin Zhen, do you dislike that you didn't die fast enough?

As soon as the words landed, he directly began to burst into laughter, and the surrounding group of Xiaoyao Sect disciples all laughed along.

The smug ridicule converged into a film, echoing endlessly.

This group of carefree disciples is real now, and they don't take Lin Zhen very seriously, especially the team leader.

Lin Zhen was indeed terrifying, and it made them feel like a nightmare when they thought about it before.

However, they are now outnumbered.

Any person who rushes up with a knife can directly chop Lin Zhen into pulp.

Moreover, they all firmly believed that Lin Zhen had escaped from the formation, and he must have consumed almost the same amount of physical and internal strength, and even suffered serious injuries.

Can't they deal with such a beast?

Under the convergence of everyone's eyes, Lin Zhen was also coldly leaving this group of disciples at ease.

I didn't bother to respond to their sarcasm.

"Kill!"

Lin Zhen just said one word, as cold as 10,000-year-old Xuanbing, and as if it came from the mouth of the hell god of death.

But just such a simple word directly made Wang Tianhe and the others feel like they were beaten again, and they became more excited and more morale-boosting.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The beggar brothers and the soldiers of the guard shouted one after another, and at this moment they all rushed towards the disciples in the middle of the escape.

A new round of fierce battles ensued.

Lin Zhen also began to wield the Yanlong Sword in his hand again at this time.

Woohoo!

The sky-piercing sword rays continued to shoot, and the fierce sword qi also diffused.

Under the shroud of sword qi, the nearest group of disciples in the middle of the free died directly.

The rest were all shocked to find that they couldn't move.

After that, there was a one-sided massacre.