Ling Yun seemed to be enraged by this situation, and the black mist in his eyes rolled even harder, and the range of gold became smaller and smaller.

The unwilling Ling Yun seemed to have lost his mind, and frantically frantically entered the internal force into the Heavenly Sword again and again, but it still did not change in the slightest, and every time he was ruthlessly absorbed by the Heavenly Sword.

Seeing that the murderous aura in Ling Yun's eyes was getting heavier and heavier, Kong Zhi couldn't say it well, so he made a look, and everyone slowly moved towards Ling Yun together, ready to strike at any time.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the half-dead exterminator Tai that Ling Yun was holding in his left hand suddenly let out a sneer, causing everyone to stop moving.

Ling Yun stopped the movement in his hand, withdrew his true qi, and slowly turned his head to look at the extermination master.

The exterminator looked at this Ling Yun with contempt, and said weakly:

"The Heavenly Sword is the treasure of my Emei Sect, and you want to control it? It's just wishful thinking. ”

After speaking, he tilted his head, and because of excessive blood loss, he fainted, still with deep disdain on his face.

When Ling Yun heard this, he immediately understood that the Heavenly Sword must have other secrets, and the specific operation method must only be known to the extermination master, the only head of Emei.

So Ling Yun quickly struck out to convey the internal force over, stabilized the injury of the exterminator master, and then threw it on the ground, raising his head to look at the masters of the various factions who were slowly approaching.

Kong Zhi saw that Ling Yun's facial features were extremely hideous at the moment, his eyes were filled with black mist, and only a trace of pale golden light was still wandering in his eyes, knowing that he could not delay any longer, and there was no more luck in his heart, so he roared:

"Let's shoot together, don't have the slightest reservation!"

Xian Yutong added fuel to the fire and shouted:

"Eliminate harm for martial arts!"

Song Yuanqiao's heart was extremely painful, it was easy for the fifth brother's child to grow up, and he was still possessed by peerless martial arts, who would have thought that he would be possessed by the heart demon, if he really wanted to kill him, it was better to let him die in the hands of the Wudang faction.

So Song Yuanqiao relied on the Wudang faction's outstanding light skills and fast people, and first rushed to Lingyun, and stabbed towards Lingyun's dantian with a move of "immortal guidance".

It seems that although he is hard-hearted, he still can't be ruthless when the matter comes, he just wants to abolish Lingyun's martial arts, and then it's a big deal to take him back to Wudang, and live a peaceful life.

Ling Yun's serious color flashed, Song Yuanqiao didn't see the movement clearly, he only heard a sound in his ears, the long sword in his hand had been broken into two, and there was a sharp pain on his face, and he was hit by Ling Yun's sword, and flew straight back.

Song Yuanqiao landed ten zhang away with a snap, and just wanted to get up, only to hear a few snaps, and a few figures fell around him in an instant, and when he looked at it, all the sect leaders and masters who surrounded Ling Yun were successively slapped back by him with the Yitian Sword.

It's just that although everyone has blood, but the injuries are not very serious, I think that Ling Yun still has a trace of clarity in his mind, avoided the vital point, and did not kill everyone.

And Ling Yun was standing in the middle of the field at the moment, his whole body was trembling involuntarily, and there was always a voice shouting in his heart:

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

This incomparably strong killing intent urged Ling Yun, wanting him to kill everyone in front of him before he could relieve the hatred in his heart.

However, the trace of clarity in Ling Yun's mind kept stopping his body, and every time he wanted to make a move, he avoided everyone's vital points.

At this moment, Ling Yun's heart was at war between heaven and man, his head was swollen, and the pain was unspeakable.

Ling Yun couldn't stand this heart-rending pain any longer, and as soon as his hand was released, Yitian Sword fell to the ground, holding his head in both hands, squatting on the ground and yelling.

The roar was deep but loud, not at all like a human, but like the scream of an ancient beast.

Seeing Ling Yun change like this, everyone in the audience stood in place and did not dare to move.

It's just that no one noticed that in addition to the frightened and frightened people among the six factions, there were also a few people who stared at the Yitian Sword at Ling Yun's feet with extremely greedy eyes.

After all, not to mention the sharpness of the Heavenly Sword, the power of the martial arts exerted by the Exterminator is witnessed by everyone, if you can grab the Heavenly Sword and take it back to study it carefully, maybe you can find a way to use it, then the Proud Martial Arts will be just around the corner.

After a while, everyone saw that Ling Yun had always maintained this posture unchanged, and gradually some bold people began to rub their hands and slowly began to move their feet forward.

Kong Zhi and the others all stood up at this time, looking at Ling Yun, but they didn't dare to make a move.

In the afterglow, Kong Zhi saw the abnormal movement in the crowd of the six factions, and his heart was not good, and he was about to open his mouth to scold, but in addition to Shaolin, Wudang and Emei, the other three factions all jumped out of the six factions, performed light skills, and rushed towards Lingyun.

"Don't!"

Seeing this, Kong Zhi's heart jumped, and he quickly stretched out his hand to stop it and shouted.

Only then did everyone discover the abnormal movements of these people, and as a result, more people from the three factions jumped out and rushed towards Ling Yun, with a look of greed in their eyes that could not be concealed.

The first person who rushed to Ling Yun's side looked at the clothes, and it was really a person from the Kongtong faction.

The man stood in front of Ling Yun and stopped, observed for a few seconds, and saw that the person who caught up behind him was about to approach, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and quickly lowered his head and picked up the Yitian Sword.

As a result, he didn't notice any movement from Ling Yun, still holding his head and howling on the ground.

The others also rushed to Ling Yun's side one after another, their greedy eyes staring at the person holding the sword.

After this person got the Heavenly Sword, he knew that he couldn't control it, and looking at the people around him who were just as unkind as himself, he suddenly had a bold idea in his heart.

He turned around and looked at Ling Yun who was squatting on the ground, thinking that it would be better to kill him with the help of this kid's lack of resistance.

Then he will become the hero of the siege of the Ming Sect by the six major factions this time, even if the Heavenly Sword is returned, he will get some benefits.

So he no longer hesitated, he was ruthless, held back his strength, and slammed his sword towards Ling Yun's head.

Kongzhi and the leaders of the various factions are leaping into the air, ready to stop this group of shameless greedy people.

Suddenly seeing that this person was so bold, he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, and glanced at the expressions of everyone around him, and found that there were so many people besides him and Song Yuanqiao who hoped that this person could succeed.

Seeing that the sword body was about to slash on the top of Ling Yun's head, the person holding the sword found that Ling Yun's body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of true qi, and when it was split to the top of his head three inches, he could no longer move an inch.

Ling Yun seemed to be stimulated by this attack, and suddenly stopped howling, and slowly raised his head, staring at the sword-wielding man in front of him with a pair of black eyes.

I saw that Ling Yun's eyes were filled with black mist, and his entire eye socket was shrouded in black, and he could no longer see a trace of pale gold.

Kong Zhi and the others just flew in.

Kong Zhi looked into Ling Yun's eyes and said in his heart:

"It's over!"

This monk, one of the three saints of Shaolin, seemed to have been drained of his whole strength, and his legs began to tremble involuntarily in despair.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”