He Ling threw the steel knife in his hand fiercely, stabbing it into the ground, and then raised his right hand high, and said to the disciples of the Demon Sword Sect behind him, "Take my big magic knife!"

"Yes!"

With He Ling's order, suddenly, behind him, several disciples of the Demon Sword Sect stepped forward with a big red magic knife on their shoulders. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The handle of the broadsword was blood-red, as if it was formed by blood pouring, and even the position of the blade was inlaid with a little scarlet, making this broadsword look even more bloody.

Before the sword could be wilted, it had a fierce and murderous aura, which came out of it.

"Huh!"

He Ling stretched out his right palm and held the big demon knife tightly in his hand, then turned his head and looked at the various sects behind him, and finally, his gaze froze on the body of the four great masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Seeing He Ling looking towards him, Ning Huakong didn't care at all, but his eyes smiled a little playfully, and said softly: "Since this is the case, Senior He, please take care of yourself!"

"Humph!"

Hearing Ning Huakong's implicit cruelty words, He Ling suddenly snorted coldly, and then swung the great demon knife in his hand that had been passed down from generation to generation forward, and roared loudly: "Disciples of the Demon Sword Sect, follow me!"

"Yes!"

When the disciples behind He Ling heard this, they also quickly responded in unison, and then raised the big sword in their hands and followed He Ling towards the edge of the cliff with a fierce momentum.

A strong killing aura suddenly spread on the top of the Shisi Cliff.

"Kill!"

All the disciples of the Demon Sword Sect held high the weapons in their hands at this time, and went straight to the direction where Jin Hong was to kill the general, and the sound of killing shouted directly shook the four fields, and the momentum was extremely fierce.

He Ling was even more in the lead, rushing directly to the front of the team, the big magic light knife in his hand exuded a fierce cold aura, and the violent sword qi directly forced the void around him to become slightly distorted.

At this time, Jin Hong, who was on the edge of the cliff, was still playing the jade flute with a flat expression, as if he was not aware of the arrival of the crisis.

Not far in front of him, Ning Yuxin was still dressed in a military uniform, dancing, and her beautiful dancing posture was more dexterous against the backdrop of her graceful body, which made people intoxicated.

However, just between Jin Hong and Ning Yuxin's song and dance, the disciples of the Demon Sword Sect who were coming from a distance to kill the generals were interrupting this wonderful scene.

Under the persecution and influence of the earth-shaking killing shouts and the strong murderous aura that permeated the void, the dance music ensemble between Jin Hong and the two had to stop alive.

Ning Yuxin slowly stopped dancing, and then her slightly angry eyes looked at the disciples of the Demon Sword Sect opposite.

And Jin Hong also slowly took down the jade flute from his mouth with a cold face, and the beautiful flute sound suddenly stopped, and then Jin Hong's fierce eyes with a cold air in his eyes stared at the disciples of the Demon Sword Sect on the opposite side.

The last trace of peace in his heart was broken in this way, and the anger in Jin Hong's heart was endless.

At this time, looking at those disciples of the Demon Sword Sect, he couldn't wait to cramp and peel them off one by one, crushing their bones and scattering ashes, in order to vent the anger in his heart.

Between gritting his teeth, Jin Hong slowly put away the jade flute, and then his eyes narrowed directly into a slit at this time, and the killing intent spread rapidly in it.

Then, those cold eyes carried a touch of murderous aura, carrying infinite hostility and rage, and looked at those Demon Sword Sect disciples opposite.

"Huh!"

A look, just a look. Under the gaze of Jin Hong's gloomy eyes, the disciples of the Demon Sword Sect who were still menacing before on the opposite side suddenly stopped rushing forward, and the previous arrogant momentum also quickly withered at this time, and no one dared to step forward anymore.

Even He Ling, the sect leader of the Demon Sword Sect, was at this time, his face was worried and his expression was frightened, and his hands trembled slightly at this time.

Just one look shocked the more than three hundred people in the Demon Sword Sect and did not dare to take another step forward.

"Why? I just want to fight for this last moment of peace, why do you still want to interrupt me?" Jin Hong's face was hideous, his eyes were vicious as he stared at the disciple of the Demon Sword Sect opposite, and he said loudly and angrily like a lion's roar.

As soon as the words were released, it was like a nine-day thunderbolt, slashing at the body of the disciple of the Demon Sword Sect.

Just one sentence left a deep shock in the hearts of those disciples. Even the heart of the Wounded Buddha was constantly trembling with Jin Hong's words.

Gritting his teeth with a hideous face, Jin Hong slowly walked to the edge of the cliff, lifted a wine jar, lifted the surface seal, and then quickly poured the liquor into his throat.

After a binge drink, Jin Hong's body, who was slightly drunk, swayed from side to side, and then pulled out the Nine Dragons Shenyang Sword inserted on the edge of the cliff violently, held it tightly in his hand, and then turned around and walked slowly in the direction of the Demon Sword Sect.

This time, Jin Hong was really angry.

"No...... It's not good! Retreat!" Seeing Jin Hong pick up the Nine Dragons Shenyang Sword, He Ling on the opposite side suddenly had his pupils shrinking, and panic quickly spread in his eyes. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he made a quick decision, quickly raised the big magic knife in his hand, and ordered the disciples in the sect behind him to retreat quickly.

After seeing the Nine Dragons Shenyang Sword, He Ling's heart was already thinking of retreating, at this time, seeing Jin Hong coming with the sword, his heart was even more worried, so he couldn't care about any facelessness, and directly ordered his disciples to retreat.

No matter how embarrassing you are, you have to save your life. Otherwise, in order to save face in front of heroes from all walks of life, if you don't retreat properly, I'm afraid that the foundation of the Demon Sword Sect will be destroyed in an instant.

Shizun Jin Hong is not a good stubble, his prestige has long spread in the rivers and lakes, as long as someone dares to provoke him, it will easily lead to death.

It is said that Jin Hong once was in a fit of rage, and directly bloodied five super sects on the rivers and lakes in half a day, and only fought one battle and shocked the world.

is so famous, even if he He Ling has the courage to touch his brows easily. Especially in today's situation, it is unwise for him to force his head to be a bird, if he doesn't measure his strength and breaks through hard, I'm afraid he will really die without even scum.

Therefore, He Ling, who knew the gains and losses of the overall situation, did not hesitate at all after seeing Shizun holding the sword, and immediately ordered his disciples to retreat.

And those disciples of the Demon Sword Sect, after hearing the order, also quickly turned around and ran behind them.