Since the three sevils of West Asia had been training hard in the primeval forest for eight years with Nanhai Weng, they had gone to West Asia to exterminate the bandits of the Rafah organization, and the three sevils of West Asia seemed to have no opponents.

The three evils of West Asia felt that there was really no more meaning in this world, and at that time, loneliness and vicissitudes of life shrouded the three evils of West Asia.

For so many years, they have galloped across the rivers and lakes, except for the numb hunting of opponents and the prestige of the rivers and lakes for themselves, they no longer seem to find the pride of the year.

The three shasers of West Asia were once intoxicated by the indifference and wildness of their bloodthirsty careers, as well as the pleasure and feeling of killing their opponents again and again after ruthless destruction.

However, with the passage of time, the hatred in the heart of Xia Sansha in his early years has long turned into a kind of numbness and indifference.

When everything had changed, Sia Sansha suddenly felt that even after destroying the Rafah organization and avenging his parents and relatives, he still had not found the passion and happiness in life.

They seem to be tired of the days of showing prestige and glory on the edge of the knife all day long.

Xia Sansha knew very well that this was a desperate road, and how many times they had fantasized that if everything could start again, they would rather let go of all the glory and wealth they have now and return to that once warm home again.

At that time, the family did not have a lot of money, only a thatched house in the wind and rain, and lived a very hard life, which was a kind of day when there was not enough to eat and wear.

However, in the years that have passed through the three evils of West Asia, what they remember most is the time when they lived in a thatched house.

In that thatched house, although it was cold, it could not shelter from the wind and rain, but there was the warmth of parents and the laughter of relatives.

However, all this disappeared in distant memories like a passing cloud.

Life now, every day is full of blood and success, but it doesn't mean anything!

The only thing that can arouse their interest is the instant pleasure and feeling when they face off against a master.

Although this pleasure and feeling is only a short moment, it is the only remaining excitement in the life of the three evils of West Asia.

How many times, the three evils of West Asia have sighed, after experiencing the glory of infinite scenery in dangerous peaks, that kind of loneliness in the high place is unbearable.

I also once sighed that in that lonely battle, I only wanted to lose the loneliness.

However, under these three god-killing swords, they have not waited for the opponent who can make them respect, make them look up, and make them willing to die.

However, on this sunny afternoon today, they felt the coldness from the cold underworld.

This cold coldness exudes an aura of blood, death, and destruction.

In this kind of aura, every cell in the body of the three evils of Xia Xia instantly became excited at this moment!

This was a battle they had been waiting for for many years, and they only felt today that they had really come to use the god-killing sword technique that they had practiced hard with Nan Hai Weng for eight years.

This is a challenging battle, this is a pinnacle battle, and in this decisive battle, the three evils of West Asia suddenly have a kind of warrior-like tragedy!

They don't regret it at all, today's showdown, even if the final result is a kind of death, it is also the most gorgeous journey completed at the exciting node of life.

However, they want to live, because they can feel this tragic tragedy for a longer time by living.

Xia Sansha stood under the strong light of the noon sun, the muscles of his whole body slowly bulged, and a murderous aura began to spread out brutally around them.

Ling Yun, who was on the other side, saw that Xia Sansha had recovered his strength, and he paused slightly, and gently turned the Chilling Cicada Sword in his hand.

This chilling cicada sword flashed with sharp light in the dazzling sunlight, and a breeze blew, and the chilling cicada sword in Ling Yun's hand danced lightly twice, making two crisp sounds that broke through the silence.

It was as if this chilling sword was unusually excited in the face of another charge that was about to come.

Ling Yun shook the chilling sword, smiled slightly, and said in a low voice, "Brother, don't be impatient, you can show your skills in a while." ”

Ling Yun clenched the Chilling Sword, and the cynical expression on his face disappeared in an instant.

His expressionless eyes burst out with two sharp rays of light in an instant.

This light sent a strong signal to the three evils of West Asia - the battle has begun!

After seeing Ling Yun's challenging battle signal, the three brothers turned around at the same time, and the three Xia Sansha had already arrived in front of Ling Yun.

The three god-killing swords with an arrogant sword aura arrived in front of Ling Yun in an instant.

At this moment, Ling Yun felt an indestructible and pervasive cold air rushing towards him.

This offensive of the three scars of West Asia, everyone can see that if the three scars of West Asia can succeed with one blow, they can slash these three swords on Ling Yun's body, which is enough to put Ling Yun to death.

Shi Hengmin, who was standing not far away, saw Xia Sansha wielding the god-killing sword again, and his original disappointed mood instantly rekindled his hope.

Because, this time, he saw that the three evils of West Asia were more murderous than before, and this kind of momentum, like a fierce wave, was terrifying.

This kind of momentum alone is enough to defeat all the will of the opponent, and this momentum is the decisive battle signal sent by the three evils of West Asia to Ling Yun!

The second general of Nanyang saw that the three evils of West Asia were still able to launch a fierce attack on Ling Yun again, and they forgot their role for a while, and from the bottom of their hearts, they expressed a heartfelt appreciation and admiration for the three evils of West Asia.

This is a never-say-die warrior spirit, a knightly spirit that dares to face the windmill of despair, and fights again with a gun on a prancing horse!

Iron Hand, Lone Wolf and Qin Sheng, seeing that the Three Evils of West Asia were still defeated, they could fight back again, and they couldn't help but have a kind of respect for the Three Evils of West Asia.

This is a tribute that transcends the world, it is a tribute to heroes!

Ling Yun looked at the three knives that Xia Sansha slashed at him, he smiled slightly, turned his body slightly, and passed diagonally to the right, letting go of the fierce attack of Xia Sansha.

This dodge is definitely not something that ordinary martial artists can do.

The three god-killing swords of the three scars of the West Asia were completely attached to Ling Yun's throat, chest, and abdomen, and they were gently brushed.

This is all in a flash of a millimeter, not by the eyes can be judged, this is completely by the body's extraordinary senses, can be perceived.

This kind of physical perception ability is honed by a warrior from the brink of scars and death after thousands of fights!

The three scars of Xia Xia also seemed to have calculated Ling Yun's dodge move, and they quickly changed the direction of the god-killing battle knife in their hands and slashed horizontally to the right.

When these three god-killing swords swept towards Ling Yun's side, Ling Yun's figure flickered, soared into the air, and jumped behind the three scars of Xia Xia.

At the moment when Ling Yun landed on the ground, Ling Yun looked back at the moon and raised the chilling sword in his hand at the leg of Xia Sansha.

The power of this sword is very domineering, like a wind sweeping leaves, and it goes straight to the tendons of the three evils of West Asia.

This move was extremely ruthless, so that Xia Sansha couldn't dodge at all, and there was no way out.

The three scars could only jump up immediately and dodge to one side.

However, no one thought that Ling Yun's sword was just a false move, in fact, after Ling Yun used this move to look back at the moon, he had already designed the next fatal move to defeat the three evils of West Asia.

Ling Yun somersaulted and floated in front of the three evils of Xia Xia, and suddenly rose into the air, his legs suddenly exerted force, and he kicked towards the three evils of Xia Xia at a rapid pace.

Xia Sansha didn't have time to turn around and swing his knife, so he had to hit Ling Yun's left leg with both elbows.

Ling Yun ignored the attack of the three evils of the West Asia, and slammed his right leg the knee of the person who was ranked third in the three evils of the West Asia.

At the moment when Ling Yun landed, he suddenly kicked on the side with a high leg and kicked on the back of the person who ranked second in the West Asian Three Evils.

Two of the three evils of West Asia were hit by Ling Yun, and they were unsteady on their feet for a while, and they fell to one side, and it was too late for them to retract their center of gravity.

When the boss of the three evils of West Asia saw his two brothers, they were kicked to the ground by Ling Yun's two feet, and he suddenly turned around and slashed the god-killing sword in his hand towards Ling Yun.

Ling Yun stepped forward, and the chilling cicada sword in his hand was forcibly framed against this god-killing battle knife, only to hear a violent crisp sound, and where the sword hit, a brilliant spark bloomed.

Although the light of this cluster of sparks was a little dim in the midday sun, this cluster of light was unusually dazzling.

At the same time that Ling Yun used the Chilling Cicada Sword to set up this god-killing battle knife, he quickly turned his left hand into a fist and struck directly into the shoulder of the leader of the Three Evil Rankings in West Asia.

Ling Yun took a half-step forward with his right leg, blocking the retreat route of the boss of Xia Sansha.

The boss lost his center of gravity for a while and staggered backwards.

Ling Yun smiled slightly, he didn't pursue, but stood in place, wiped the chilling sword in his hand, and retracted it into the scabbard.

Xia San sighed heavily, they lowered their heads very reluctantly, clasped their fists at Ling Yun, and walked behind them gloomily.

This is the manifestation of West Asia's three evils admitting defeat, and for so many years, it is impossible to make West Asia's three evils admit defeat.

How much the three evils of West Asia used to yearn for an opponent like Ling Yun, and today they made it happen.

However, the three evils of West Asia have to say that defeat is an excruciating pain, and they now know that only the victor will be happy.

This is the first time in so many years that the three evils of West Asia have failed, and this feeling is not only a humiliation, but also a sadness!

They know that this is a river and lake that cannot be defeated, although they once felt lonely for not having an opponent, but that loneliness is a kind of satisfaction and pride.

But defeat is all a kind of destruction, a kind of desperate destruction!