The sharp sword broke through the air, pierced through the bodies of one enemy after another, slit their throats, and pierced their hearts, the accumulation of emotions for several months finally broke out at this moment, at this moment, the Ten Thousand Swords Guizong exerted two hundred percent of the power in the hands of Bu Jingyun, and the masters below the three realms could only be killed in seconds in front of his Ten Thousand Swords Guizong.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Bu Jingyun let out a beast-like roar, he had already killed red eyes, his eyes were red like a terrible ghost crawling out of hell, he only had one thought in his heart now, that is, to kill everyone in front of him!

He regarded everyone as Jian Chen, and the sword intent skyrocketed a few points because of this, and even the power of returning to the sect with ten thousand swords also increased by a few points, and every long sword that roared and raged in the crowd killed at least two digits of people, and the sword body was stained with blood, and Bu Jingyun himself seemed to have just been fished out of the blood pool, and the whole person seemed to have become a bloody person.

Such a step is terrifying, terrifying, such a return of ten thousand swords to the sect, killing people is terrifying! Seeing the disciples in their own sect fall one after another as if cutting wheat, a chill rose in the hearts of the high-level leaders of all the Jianghu sects, and this chill quickly turned into fear, and they hurriedly shouted: "Retreat!" Fall back! ”

Even if most of the Zhonghua Pavilion disciples in Tianle Village have lost their combat effectiveness because of hunger for several days, even if only Bu Jingyun is fighting alone now, they don't dare to resist, and if they encounter it below the Three Realms, they will die, even if they are masters of the Three Realms, they will be strong at most

Holding a hundred moves at a time, how to play this Nima?

Rely on crowd tactics to drag it until his internal strength is exhausted? Don't joke internationally, which Four Realms swordsman is not a person with deep internal strength, let alone a swordsman of the Four Realms who has gone crazy, and when he drags on his internal strength to run out, their people will have already been killed, okay!

Many enemies receded like a tide, and they didn't even care about the weapons in their hands, so they didn't feel embarrassed to throw away their armor. When they left, all the sharp swords hovering around Bu Jingyun fell to the ground at the same time, and he almost fell to the ground with a flicker, a deep feeling of exhaustion coming over his body.

It is true that his internal strength is profound, in fact, because of Long Yuan, his internal strength is much deeper than that of ordinary Four Realm masters, almost ten times that of ordinary Four Realm masters. But this can't stand the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect just now, in fact, if those guys are not frightened and retreat like this, Bu Jingyun will hold on to a hundred breaths of time at most, and they will be exhausted and exhausted.

Behind them, some bold Zhonghua Pavilion disciples had already walked out of Tianle Village, but they still didn't dare to approach Bu Jingyun, standing at the entrance of the village and looking at Bu Jingyun's figure from a distance, their expressions were complicated.

They didn't understand, it was obviously the step that caused the situation of the Zhonghua Pavilion today, and made the Zhonghua Pavilion fall into a place of no return, why did he have to appear at the juncture when the Zhonghua Pavilion was about to be beaten into the eighteenth layer of hell to save the Zhonghua Pavilion.

He is obviously a sinner, why should he be this hero?

Bu Jingyun glanced back at the many Zhonghua Pavilion disciples, put away the peerless sword, and turned around and left in silence. His shadow was very long under the moonlight, and his white clothes had turned into bloody clothes because of the battle just now, and countless bodies were stepping on his feet, making his back look a little lonely and desolate.

"Young Pavilion Master!"

In the crowd, a Zhonghua Pavilion disciple suddenly spoke, but he opened his mouth, and he still couldn't say the same thing, please stay.

They will never forget the day a few months ago, that is, Bu Jingyun in front of him stabbed into Nameless's body with the peerless sword in his hand in Tianle Village behind him, and a few days later, he came back with Jianhui and Richard to seriously injure Jian Chen, and the Namelessness of Zhonghua Pavilion started from that day.

Not only him, but all the Zhonghua Pavilion disciples were in mixed feelings about Bu Jingyun at this moment, they didn't know whether they should hate this person, or they were grateful to him for saving themselves and Zhonghua Pavilion.

It was only after a long time had passed since Bu Jingyun left that the disciples of the Zhonghua Pavilion walked into the battlefield to search for supplies, and just now those Jianghu sects had left some useful things behind, which were enough for them to spend the next period of time.

When searching for supplies, many Zhonghua Pavilion disciples couldn't help but want to start again, if he was willing to come back to sit in Zhonghua Pavilion and preside over the overall situation, the crisis of Zhonghua Pavilion should be able to be solved, and there was no need to worry about the threat of these Jianghu sects, right?

Two days later, Bu Jingyun, who had recovered thirty percent of his internal strength, went to the enemy's station alone, and turned the station upside down with one person and one sword, and when the disciples of the Zhonghua Pavilion who received the news arrived, there were only corpses left in the station, and the mess in front of them seemed to tell them how tragic the previous battle was.

The disciples of the Zhonghua Pavilion were silent and transported the food and medicinal herbs in the station back to Tianle Village, and they also had their first full meal in a few days, but none of them smiled because of this, and during the meal, every Zhonghua Pavilion disciple was silent as if they were dumb, and their feelings became more and more complicated.

There were even many disciples of the Zhonghua Pavilion who remembered what they had done for the Zhonghua Pavilion in the past, and a question arose in their hearts - the young pavilion master... Is it really that kind of person? Would he really kill the old pavilion master because of his position as a pavilion master?

Because of Bu Jingyun's two successive shots, Tianle Village was temporarily out of the predicament and gained respite. In the next few days, relying on the materials brought back from the station, the disciples of the Zhonghua Pavilion were able to cultivate and recover, and Bu Jingyun seemed to have disappeared, never to appear near Tianle Village again.

At noon on this day, when the disciples of the Zhonghua Pavilion were patrolling around Tianle Village, a familiar voice came from the air overhead, and all the Zhonghua Pavilion disciples of the patrol looked up at the same time, only to see a plane slowly landing in the open space outside Tianle Village, and the sound of the plane attracted the attention of many disciples in Tianle Village, and they walked out of the village one after another, looking curiously at the plane with the logo of Tsing Yi Lou.

Even they didn't notice that there was a hint of anticrisy in their eyes, as if they were expecting a familiar figure to step down from the plane, just like they had done a few nights ago.

The door of the plane slowly opened, and Richard jumped off the plane, and many disciples couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when they saw this, this figure was familiar, but it was not what they wanted to see.

However, the next moment, another figure appeared, but it made all the Zhonghua Pavilion disciples widen their eyes, and they couldn't believe their eyes! Their breathing became rapid, and some of them even rubbed their eyes fiercely, pinched themselves, and slapped themselves hard.

"Damn, why doesn't it hurt? It turned out to be a dream. ”

"Dream fart, you hit Lao Tzu's arm!"

The hot feeling on his arm clearly told this Zhonghua Pavilion disciple that this was not a dream! He looked at the figure, like his companions around him, his heart was full of disbelief and excitement, and all the excitement and a thousand words came to his lips, and all turned into a long-lost title.

"Old Pavilion Master !!!!"

(End of chapter)