The terrifying strength of the Purple Kite Sword Saint's obsession was completely displayed after Lin Yun cultivated the Purple Kite Sword Technique to the fourth level.

Only one sword, only one sword.

The two major sects, the innate powerhouse and the half-step Xuanguan elder who came to kill Lin Yun, were all killed.

The two hundred dead soldiers died the most miserable, and their bones were scattered on the spot.

As for the plum painting and the blood slaughter, as well as the half-step entrance elders, they were not much better, and they didn't even leave a whole corpse.

From now on, there will be no more Jin Yanzong and Blood Cloud Sect rudders in this Qingyang City.

As a county town, most of the rudders set up by the three major sects here are close to one-third of the strength of the main sect.

With such a large loss, I am afraid that it will not be able to recover for many years.

If Mingguang Pavilion is ruthless, he may not be able to dominate Qingyang County by seizing this opportunity.

"This ...... Are they all dead?"

Ming Ye slowly stepped forward, looking at the scene of rivers of blood flowing in front of him and mountains of broken limbs, he couldn't help but tremble.

In Qingyang County, the weak eat the strong, and the competition is cruel.

Even if it is a tragedy, it happens from time to time, and Ming Ye is also a person who is used to seeing big scenes.

But the scene in front of him still caused him a great shock.

The wisp of obsession and unrivaled strength of the Purple Kite Sword Saint really left a deep impression on people.

The shock in Lin Yun's heart was also not small.

The terrifying strength of the black light token still surpassed his estimate, and the unbelievable sword was an eye-opener.

But even so, he has no regrets.

If he didn't use this black light token, there would still be three major sects fighting, even if he could save his life.

The disciples of Mingguang Pavilion also have to die a lot.

People die like lights going out, Ming Ye is here to help himself, so naturally he can't let this group of people who help him pay the price of their lives.

For him, unacceptable.

Lin Yun nodded and said softly, "Brother Ming, don't you clean up the battlefield?"

The scene was full of corpses of the two major sects, I don't know how many storage bags were left, and there were many Xuan soldiers.

Together, it must be a huge fortune.

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

Ming Ye woke up and turned around and said, "You guys, hurry up and clean up this place, Uncle Ming, please take someone to the rudder of these two sects." ”

The elites, the dead soldiers, the elders, and the principals are all dead, and the rudder of the two sects in Qingyang City must be left with only empty shelves.

Such an opportunity, not to accept it, obviously unjustifiable.

"Brother Lin, your horse's external injuries seem terrible, but they are actually not serious. What really made it unable to stand up was probably Bai Lixuan's three palms!"

Ming Ye's gaze swept and landed on the lying Blood Dragon Horse, and sighed softly.

At the mention of Bai Lixuan, Lin Yun's face couldn't help but become gloomy.

With the blood dragon horse's terrifying bloodline power, the external injury really couldn't inflict a fatal blow on it, making it so sluggish.

Lin Yun had somewhat guessed that the current situation of the Blood Dragon Horse must be inseparable from Bai Lixuan!

What kind of identity is Bai Lixuan, the leader of the Great Qin Empire, it can be said that he is famous all over the world.

With the strength of the Seven Apertures, against the existence of the ordinary Xuanwu realm, there is a great chance of winning.

With such a cultivation and identity, he was so heavy on a horse, which made Lin Yun's heart extremely uncomfortable.

Don't give me a chance, this account must be settled!

"I'm afraid that the internal injuries are very serious, if you don't mind, you can carry them to the Mingguang Pavilion rudder. There is a full-time animal trainer at the rudder, and after a period of recuperation, he should be able to recover. ”

Ming Ye paused, looked at Lin Yun, and made a suggestion.

"Then there's Brother Lo Ming. ”

Lin Yun didn't know anything about healing demon beasts, and it was obviously better to hand it over to a professional beast tamer.

After Lin Yun stepped forward to appease him, a few people from Mingguang Pavilion came over and transported a chariot on the Blood Dragon Horse Platform away.

"Looking at this internal injury, I'm afraid it won't be able to recover in a short period of time, Brother Lin wants to stay in the Unknown Light Pavilion for a few days. As for security, I will ask my father to send the Xuanwu Realm Elder over. ”

For Lin Yun, Ming Ye is now trying to make friends as much as possible, and he can help if he can.

The potential it has revealed, it is very likely to grow into a demon, and it should not be a big problem to persuade the family to shoot the powerhouse of the Xuanwu Realm to come over.

Lin Yun pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Try to think about the blood dragon horse and give it more time to recover, so as not to leave any trouble.

"Let's go. ”

Together with the high-level members of the Mingguang Pavilion, the two of them went to the rudder location in Qingyang City.

After half a pillar of incense, wait until the innate martial artists of Mingguang Pavilion retreat.

In the North Point Plaza, figures appeared from all directions and landed on the auction floor.

Looking at the corpses that were flowing with blood, their faces were full of shock, and there was a faint look of horror in their eyes.

"It's horrible...... Lin Yun actually had such a means, no wonder he dared to face the two major sects alone. ”

"I think if it weren't for the Blood Dragon Horse, even if he didn't use that treasure weapon, Lin Yun would be able to come and go freely. ”

"Now that the rudder of the two major sects has been almost uprooted, the division of forces in Qingyang County is only afraid that it will be reshuffled. ”

"Mingguang Pavilion has picked up a big bargain, and it is very likely that it will dominate Qingyang County in the future!"

"Therefore, even if you are a hegemon-level sect, you must not do things too much......

A group of people were talking about it, and at the same time, they looked around, counting on the disciples of Mingguang Pavilion to miss something.

If you can pick up a storage bag for a half-step hallway powerhouse, it can be regarded as a windfall.

Among the many innate martial artists, if you say who is the most depressed.

It must be the owner of the North Point Plaza, the North Point of the half-step entrance, which is the most aggrieved.

The foundation that was hard to lay and the black market that was built with great difficulty are all ruined today.

That's not all, a broken arm is the biggest blow to him.

If I can give him another chance, I will definitely not choose to help the Black Wind Three Evils auction off what blood dragon horse.

"My lord, do you want these people to get rid of ......?"

Several subordinates came over and looked at the crowd rummaging around in the auction hall, slightly unhappy.

Mingguang Pavilion searched it once, and these idle people and others actually did the same.

"Forget it, this place has been abandoned, hurry up and pack up your belongings and leave Qingyang City. ”

A thick sense of helplessness flashed in Beijiao's eyes, and he had made up his mind to leave overnight.

With a broken arm, unless he is promoted to the Xuanwu Realm, it is absolutely impossible for him to continue to gain a foothold in Qingyang City.

Three days later.

North Point Plaza was empty, and there were collapsed buildings everywhere, and the smell of blood emanating from the auction hall was everywhere.

Previously, the lively and brilliant scene was gone.

It's completely dead, and you can't see any life as far as the eye can see.

It's hard to imagine that just three days ago, the hottest black market in Qingyang City had become the tragic situation it is today.

Sou!

The three figures fell from the sky, and when they stood firm, they all frowned slightly.

The pungent smell of blood made several people a little uncomfortable.

The three of them were all wearing the costumes of the Blood Cloud Gate, and the middle-aged man at the head exuded an unfathomable aura.

If Ming Ye was here, he should be able to recognize this person.

It was none other than Yan Teng, a high-ranking Xuanwu Realm elder in the Blood Cloud Gate!

His son Yan Tianrui died in the hands of Lin Yun, and it was also the bloody pursuit order he issued.

"All dead...... It's really all dead, and there is not a single living mouth left. ”

"It's miserable. ”

The two subordinates beside Yan Tianrui pinched their noses to identify their identities among the decomposing corpses.

"Elder Yan, this should be the corpse of Senior Brother Bloodslaughter...... "On a piece of mutilated flesh, one person stopped and spoke.

Yan Tianrui only glanced at it, but didn't bother to move his steps.

Feeling the undispersed sword intent in the air, he was secretly frightened, the inheritance of the Purple Kite Sword Saint was really obtained by that kid?

"Are you sure that kid is still in Mingguang Pavilion?"

Yan Teng didn't mention Lin Yun's name, the revenge of killing his son was not shared, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold it back.

"Sure, but the Xuanwu Realm powerhouse of Mingguang Pavilion has also arrived, and it is not easy to break into the rudder of Mingguang Pavilion. ”

"It's okay...... He's coming out sooner or later, and what I have is patience. ”

Yan Teng's eyes flashed with a sinister gaze like a poisonous snake, and that look made people shudder.

Bang bang!

At this moment, a corpse suddenly fell for no reason and appeared in front of the three of them.

"Who?"

Yan Teng's face changed drastically, with his strength, he didn't even sense that someone was here.

"It's the Xuanwu Realm Elder of the Golden Yan Sect!"

When the three of them saw the appearance of the owner of the corpse, their faces suddenly changed greatly, especially Yan Teng, and a haze flashed in their hearts.

The Xuanwu Realm Elder of Jin Yanzong should be the same as him, and he is also inquiring about the situation.

The strength of the other party is only higher than the others.

But such a person, I don't know when, has become a corpse.

"Who the hell is it, come out for me, don't pretend to be a ghost!"

Yan Teng's face was gloomy, and when he looked around, the momentum on his body continued to accumulate, and his whole heart rose to his throat.

Bite.

Bite..

Bite...

No one answered him, only the sound of a flute sounded abruptly in the North Point Square. Heaven and earth, everywhere, in all directions, everywhere.

The sound of the flute is seductive, sometimes lingering, sometimes stirring, sometimes seductive...... The tune is changeable, like a magic sound, which makes people feel painful.

Yan Teng's two subordinates covered their ears, their faces were hideous and painful, and they kept wailing.

Bang bang!

After half a cup of tea, the qi and blood in the bodies of these two people were agitated, boiling, unprovoked, and exploding out of thin air.

Yan Teng only felt that the aura in his body was disordered, chaotic, and his internal organs were churning under the vibration of the flute sound. The sound of the flute is in the soul, which makes people feel even more painful, and it feels like their heads are about to explode.

The empty body is powerful and powerless, but it is completely unable to exert itself.

"Don't blow it, and ask the seniors to show up and bypass the next cheap life. ”

Yan Teng was terrified in his heart, and instantly understood that he had provoked an unbelievable existence.

Trying to keep his mind awake and begging loudly for mercy.

But the sound of the flute did not stop, but it became more and more tormenting, Yan Teng rolled on the ground in pain, and let out a voiceless and heart-splitting wail.

At this time, he no longer wants to survive, but only asks the other party to give him a good time.

After such torture lasted for half an hour, Yan Teng's eyes on the ground widened, and the seven holes were bleeding, but there was no life.

A girl in red slowly appeared, pinning the hole flute to her waist.

looked at the dead Yan Teng, his face was expressionless. That delicate face looks trembling at this moment.

The dignified Xuanwu Realm powerhouse died in such an unknown way.

"Brother Yun, it's really not worry-free. ”

Its eyes narrowed slightly, like two crescent moons, and it pursed its lips and smiled. It is very different from what Lin Yun saw.

Like a white fox face, smiling like a demon!