"Boom."

The sword is unsheathed.

Wei Wuyan, who had come step by step, finally drew his sword, it was a pitch-black long sword, any light would be absorbed, and at the moment when the long sword was unsheathed, everyone present seemed to smell a bloody breath that could not be dissolved.

Different from the bloody breath of Cang Er and Song Hexuan, the smell of these two people was only made through the special internal strength blood knife scripture, or the anomaly produced by the operation of internal strength; And this sword was different, at the moment when the long sword was unsheathed, Song Hexuan, who was hiding in the distance, seemed to hear the sound of crying in pain.

This is a sword stained with the blood of tens of millions of people.

"Huh. No need to hide, I remember you, Lu Qingyang. You are the most talented person in the younger generation of the Rootless Gate, I thought you could inherit my mantle, but I didn't expect you to defect!! ”

Wei Wuyan held the long sword in his hand and walked towards everyone step by step, after seeing Lu Qingyang who was alive, he shook his head and had a lonely look on his face, as if he was pity for something.

"Phew, you want me to recognize the thief as my father, dream!!"

Lu Qingyang looked at Wei Wuyan with such an expression now and felt very disgusted, and immediately retorted, his face was hideous as if he wanted to eat him.

Wei Wuyan shook his head, he didn't speak to Lu Qingyang, he raised his head and glanced at everyone present with a look of pity, the invisible killing intent was permeated in the air, and before he could make a move, it had already made everyone present fall into an ice cellar.

"Click."

Looking at the royal road under his feet, Zhu Di actually thought about how much the repair medicine cost for an unprecedented time at this time. Under Wei Wuyan's huge killing intent, several cracks appeared in the oppressive Imperial Dao, and the scene was terrifying.

At this moment, Wei Wuyan moved, and he let out a terrifying laugh, which continued to echo in this wide square, and between the shaking of the gravel, the aura of murder filled the place.

"Flute on the river."

Under the full moon, the fog rises. On the square, when Wei Wuyan's words fell, a burst of smoke suddenly filled the air, and between the ethereal emptiness, a burst of ethereal flute slowly remembered.

No one thought that Wei Wuyan would come up and exhibit the sword technique to ward off evil spirits, and Lu Qingyang, who was familiar with this set of swordsmanship, had a great change in face at this time, as a rootless disciple, how could he not know that when the flute sounded, it was the time when Huangquan died.

The murderous aura is Lingyun, it seems that the heavens and the earth are trembling, and a killing sword that haunts at any time is like a steel knife hanging over everyone's heads, and I don't know when it will be cut down.

"Buzz."

The pitch-black long sword suddenly appeared silently from mid-air, and slashed at Zhu Di, who was standing in the middle of the encounter. The long sword was silent and eerie, shattering the void and destroying the withered and decayed.

The terrifying murderous aura was like a sharp sword slashing towards the heavens and the earth, and the black sword turned into a terrifying storm that drowned all this, destroying all the obstacles in front of him.

Among the people, Cang Er and the others were even more shocked at this time, in fact, when Lu Qingyang joined the Four Evils, several of them had studied this set of evil sword techniques of the Rootless Gate, in their eyes, it was fast and weird, and the eight words of sharp and vicious were the best description of this set of swordsmanship.

But today, when Wei Wuyan personally used this set of evil sword techniques, they knew that compared with the one in front of them, Lu Qingyang's one was simply a child's play.

At this time, this kind of attack hit Zhu Di, this kind of power is simply unimaginable, just like the end of the world is coming, and the inevitable collapse between heaven and earth.

"Boom."

This sword was as irresistible as a flood, making Ouyang Yufei and Xu Chop, who were hiding in the crowd, cold from head to toe, how could Wei Wuyan, an old man without roots, be so powerful, how could he fight this?

Originally, I thought that everything would be fine when Ling Yunyu left, but who would have thought that this Nima would come out with an even more terrifying one. He alone is enough to withstand thousands of troops, and with this kind of power in front of him, there is no way to resist it.

"Hidden Blade."

"Eight Golden Locks."

"Allure Thorn."

"Amitabha."

"Catch the bird's tail."

"Nine turns away from the soul."

"Great compassion."

At this last moment, the heads of the eight factions didn't care about their own injuries, and one by one Zhou Shen's true qi seemed to be burning, and the rhyme suddenly appeared between the waves, and they rushed towards this killing sword.

"Hehe, it's useless."

Wei Wuyan's eyes were as bright as a sword, shooting through everything in front of him, at this time he was like a demon god, unstoppable, and the sword in his hand was already eager to be stained with blood again.

"Zhu Di, it's time to hit the road."

With a long roar in the air, the sword power in Wei Wuyan's hand slashed down, qi and blood rushed into the sky like a dragon, and the terrifying sound wave spread outward with a strong true qi, and the heavens and the earth shook.

"Boom." "Boom." "Boom." "Boom."

Layer by layer, one by one, the defense of the heads of the eight factions seemed to be paper paste, and there was no defense power against this killer sword, and it had already come to Zhu Di in the blink of an eye.

"Wow."

The powerful offensive finally stopped, and at the moment when everyone thought it was a fatal situation, Wei Wuyan's sword actually stopped, looking at the tip of the sword that was only less than three centimeters away from him, whether it was Zhu Di or Cang Er, Xia Qiqi, and Yun Blind who were in front of Zhu Di, they were all shocked.

"Whew, whew."

The sound of heavy breathing had already shown everyone how panicked the Cang Er and the others were.

"Huh."

Seeing that his offensive was disintegrated, Wei Wuyan was not angry, a slight sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, he put away his sword and turned around, and once again took out his sword in the shocked eyes of everyone, Wei Wuyan understood that they could block their first sword, but they would definitely not be able to hold this second sword.

"I'm going to kill you until you despair."

Wei Wuyan stood with his sword in his hand, his body was shrouded in purple-black mist, and the red blood rushed into the sky, and there was a loud bang that shook the Eastern Imperial City.

The evil is easy to dispel, and the evil is chased away by the evil. This move is the essence of the evil sword technique, the pitch-black long sword is like a black smoke, in Wei Wuyan's hands, it is foggy, drawing out pitch-black shadows, but this is more terrifying than anything, enough to kill anyone.

Wei Wuyan's speed was too ghostly, and between his ruthless shots, the ruthless long sword instantly dissected the people in the rivers and lakes around him, and blood splattered.

Just when the eyes of everyone present, including Wei Wuyan, were all focused together, in a corner above the square that no one cared about, Song Hexuan, who was full of evil spirits, had been standing here for a long time with his head down.

"Blood Knife, Cangxuan, Kurong You Three"

At this time, in the space of Wu Dingji in Song Hexuan's brain, Song Hexuan looked at the illusory figure of three people, and for some reason, his voice suddenly choked a little.

"My name is Blood Knife, the founder of the Blood Knife Gate, boy, you are very arrogant."

"Cangxuan, the lord of the two realms and six factions."

"Poor road withered glory, hehehe"

"Boy, take a good look at my palm, learn a little."

"Don't worry, there is a poor road, and it will be fine."

For some reason, the scene of meeting and acquaintance with these three people began to appear in Song Hexuan's mind, and the past days were vivid, and Song Hexuan's heart suddenly gave birth to a little reluctance.

"Boy, what kind of expression is this, remember, men never shed tears. Besides, it's not life and death, crying something, it's useless. ”

Cangxuan looked cold, looking at the seemingly strong man in front of him expressionlessly, the indifference and ruthlessness of the first meeting, and then the kind call of this kid after being punished, and then in the inn

I don't know when it started, Cangxuan started to treat this kid as his friend, and sometimes think about it, a few of them who have been dead for hundreds of years can actually chat here, which is also quite interesting.

"This time you broke through the innate and can already exert half of my strength, remember the feeling of the body this time, don't waste Wu Dingji's cultivation of you, as well as ours"

Before the words were finished, Cangxuan's figure disappeared in an instant. Outside the world of consciousness, Song Hexuan, who was standing in the corner of the wall, suddenly raised his lowered head, and a pair of obsidian-like eyes were as bewitching as a fox, and his eyes were as proud as a phoenix.

After getting acquainted with the unfamiliar limbs, 'Song Hexuan' began to walk towards the center of the square step by step, just like what Ling Yunyu said before, the innate three realms, this is the realm of ideas, and it has nothing to do with martial arts.

For Cangxuan, who is in charge of this body at this time, the realm or something, it's not too simple. Step by step, he walked to the location of Zhu Di in the square.

"Da, da."

Everyone present looked for the footsteps and found that the very unfamiliar Song Hexuan was walking here step by step, the person in front of him, every step he took became stronger, and when he walked to Zhu Di's side, it would be his most perfect time.

"Boom."

With a sword at his head, Wei Wuyan was like Shura resurrected at this time, his body was red with blood, his eyes were cold, and the blood-dripping long sword in his hand was slaughtering in the crowd.

When Song Hexuan walked over, Wei Wuyan stopped, he felt an extremely dangerous aura from the young man in front of him, like a fierce beast that had woken up from sleep, about to choose someone to devour.

Falling to the ground mountain, Cang Er, Xia Qiqi, and Yun Blind were also stunned and looked at Song Hexuan, who was also unfamiliar in front of them, unlike the others, the three of them knew him at this time, the fierce man who stirred up endless storms in Qingyun Castle.

"Hehe, it's stopped! The rest of the game will be played by me alone. ”

After saying that, Song Hexuan's body was shocked, and Cangxuan stood with a long knife in his hand, his clothes were not stained with blood, calm and waveless, just like the immortal in the painting, and he was independent.

"Who are you? What's the matter with coming here? ”

Obviously, an old fox like Wei Wuyan could clearly feel that the person in front of him had changed, or that his appearance had not moved, but his soul had changed from one person to another.

"Hehe, the lord of the two realms and six factions in this seat, Cangxuan."

A name instantly made Wei Wuyan's pupils shrink, and he clearly remembered that the information transmitted from that mysterious place a few days ago was clearly written when he stepped forward, and at all costs, he found the names Cangxuan and Kurong, just names.