The figures that appeared one after another, and everyone present felt a little incredible. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Duanmu Yuanhui's calm expression had a hint of a smile in his face, and his gaze slowly changed from Jin Chuan, Yan Han, Huang Ye, and Burial Sword...... Waiting for the crowd to sweep over, the depths of their eyes revealed a trace of cold killing intent.

Today, no matter who comes, it will not be able to change the outcome of the Sword Sect's demise.

Slowly take a step forward.

Powerful power swept out from Duanmu Yuanhui's body, and all along, he has been deliberately hiding his strength, including the masters of the Jixia School Palace who have come up this time, they are all very good at hiding their strength, in order to be the final ending.

When Duanmu Yuanhui revealed his true strength, the masters of the Jixia School Palace also showed their terrifying strength.

Everything happened very quickly.

It's like a storm, and people are caught off guard.

The masters of the Jixia Academy Palace were like evil wolves that had been lurking for a long time, waiting to attack, and attacked and killed the disciples of the Sword Sect with a fierce attitude.

Duanmu Yuanhui's eyes were refracting a terrifying light.

For a long time, the Jixia School Palace was unable to please the mercy of the empire, and the whole world knew very well that the Jixia School Palace was just a puppet supported by the empire, in order to be able to compete with the Sword Sect and suppress the strength of the Sword Sect.

Now, the demise of the Sword Sect is at hand.

Duanmu Yuanhui's suppressed mind for many years also saw a glimmer of light, and a boulder pressed on his heart finally moved away.

――At the last moment of the destruction of the Sword Sect, it was the time when the Jixia School Palace cleared the clouds and saw the dawn.

The disciples of the Sword Sect were like leeks after the autumn, ruthlessly killed by the masters of the Jixia School Palace.

The powerful killing momentum that suddenly erupted from the Jixia School Palace made the masters in the rivers and lakes, as well as the powerhouses of other sects, feel a little unbelievable.

Duanmu Yuanhui's body walked out with the momentum of the wind.

In his right hand, he twists this ring ruler.

The ring ruler is black, two fingers wide, and one foot and two inches long.

The ring ruler suddenly splits out.

The power is no less than the power of the blade.

Yan Han and Huang Ye's expressions changed at the same time.

If the two of them have a heart, they shot at the same time, and the reader sword met the slashing and lowered the ring ruler, but Huang Ye pinched the seal with both hands, and the flying sword in the sword box behind him suddenly jumped out, turning into a sharp rainbow light, and directly took the vital point of Duanmu Yuanhui.

The body turned.

The ring ruler sweeps.

Carry all before one!

The fierce power rippled out, and the faces of Yan Han and Huang Ye suddenly turned bitter gourd color.

Duanmu Yuanhui's strength is indeed too strong.

The two quickly swapped places.

The reader and the flying sword erupted in a terrifying power in an instant.

Duanmu Yuanhui's expression was as cold as frost, and he slapped suddenly, as fast as lightning, just like a poisonous snake spitting out its core.

Yan Han suddenly felt a hot and sharp pain coming out of his chest, and the extreme pain made his face distort a little.

The flying sword of the yellow leaves is like the fallen leaves in autumn, falling flutteringly, weak and weak.

Duanmu Yuanhui showed a hint of a smile.

A slight turn in his footsteps.

The ring ruler is split again.

Rao Yidao's expression showed a hint of fierceness.

"His grandmother's, he thinks I'm a soft persimmon!"

Words are spit out.

The knife behind Rao Yidao suddenly shattered the wrapped green cloth, and between the debris, a knife slashed out.

Simple and straightforward.

Above the blade, a sharp cold light erupted.

- Sky Burial!

The sound of the sword wind whimpered, like the wails of countless demons in hell, and the black fierce bloody qi continued to gush out.

The slender ruler suddenly resembled willow branches in a hurricane.

Exaggeratedly bent.

The blade rubbed against the ring ruler, and sparks suddenly splashed out, which was extremely gorgeous.

Smack-

Smack-

The crisp sound kept stirring.

The stone in Rao Yirou's hand kept **** out, hitting the tail of the ring ruler, the huge force made the ring ruler tremble, Duanmu Yuanhui's arm trembled, and the slightest dark force poured into the arm, wandering in the meridians, and the brutal force made the tendons in his arm like a needle prick.

The right hand flickered.

Pinch the ruler with your left hand.

The terrifying power erupted from above the ring ruler, and countless rays of light were derived from the internal force.

Like the rising sun jumping out of the river.

The sun is shining.

The ring ruler was gently pointed.

Gently and slowly.

Rao Yidao's eyes froze.

Hold the handle of the knife with both hands.

The body is as motionless as a mountain.

A knife slashed again.

This time, there was not the slightest movement, as if a gentle wind was blowing across the calm surface of the lake.

Between heaven and earth, it seems to fall into silence at this moment.

The next moment.

Thunder rises from the ground.

Sharp swords filled the heavens and the earth, and in the ground, the swords were like springs, constantly spurting out from under the ground.

Duanmu Yuanhui and Rao Yidao's bodies retreated backwards at the same time.

Rao Yirou, who had been hiding behind him, jumped with his ten fingers, and the cold light burst out, making a terrible sound.

Duanmu Yuanhui had to suppress the turbulent qi and blood, and the ring ruler was moved, smashing the hard stones one by one, and his feet sank deep into the ground.

Rao Yidao's expression was tense, and the hands holding the knife were already cracked, and blood oozed out, staining the hilt red.

Rao Yirou's expression showed a stubbornness, his hands moved again, and the stones continued to stir out.

No doubt.

All annihilation under the ruler.

"Don't do it again, you can't help him. ”

Rao Yidao said in a calm voice.

Duanmu Yuanhui's eyes showed a fierce light, looked at Rao Yidao, and said: "There are still a few self-knowledges, if you stop me again, I will kill you." ”

There was coldness and firmness in his tone.

People dare not have the slightest suspicion.

Rao Yidao nodded, with a hint of a smile on his face, and said, "Convenient." ”

Take a breath.

The ring ruler in Duanmu Yuanhui's hand attacked and killed Jinchuan.

The heavy sword has no edge, but it is extremely domineering.

The repeated vicious battles in Shu City have already made Jin Chuan's master of Chongyue, and he is no longer the clumsy boy who only relies on brute force to use his sword.

Heavy sword stirring.

The momentum is strong and heavy, but it is extremely light, like a dragonfly dotting water, and the rainbow light flashes and falls on the ring ruler.

The terrifying force forced Duanmu Yuanhui's body to retreat backwards.

His eyes were fixed on Duanmu Yuanhui.

Jin Chuan's eyes were neither hurried nor slow.

Slowly take a half-step forward.

Gently tap on your toes.

His expression tensed.

The bitter battles in Shucheng and the many wanderings between life and death have already made Jin Chuan train a tenacious heart.

Duanmu Yuanhui's strength is indeed very strong.

Jin Chuan did not have the slightest fear.

His series of actions was to take over the next attack from Duanmu Yuanhui.

Advance can be attacked, retreat can be defended.

-- The last thing he lacked now was the means to save his life, which had been honed by countless vicious battles.