Ling Yun's eyes swept around the field coldly, and everyone's hearts seemed to have been knocked with a small hammer and began to beat wildly.

With a bang, the monk who was inserted in the air by the black rope fell to the ground and landed between the Mingjiao sect members and the masters of other martial arts sects.

The monk was not dead, lying on the ground convulsing incessantly, and blood was spurting from his mouth.

For a while, the entire Houshan Square was silent, and all the people seemed to be much quieter than even breathing.

Everyone couldn't help but think of Ling Yun's tyranny in the Battle of Guangming Ding, and all the masters who had seen Ling Yun possessed by the heart demon were all terrified.

A man suddenly jumped up in the beggars' gang, apparently trying to flee down the mountain.

I only heard a few sneerings, this person just flew out of a zhang, suddenly felt a pain in the chest, looked down, there were three more big holes in the chest, three hard as iron black ropes through the chest, the person was nailed in the air like the monk.

"Ahh

Only then did the man feel a sharp pain in his chest, let out a scream, and struggled in the air.

After struggling a few times, his head tilted and his breath was broken.

Tick tock!

Only the sound of blood dripping on the ground was heard.

Everyone looked at the corpse in mid-air, carrying eight cloth bags, and it was Chen Youliang, the eight-bag elder of the beggar gang.

Seeing that Chen Youliang was brutally killed by Ling Yun in an instant, several people in the beggar gang were so frightened that they unconsciously took a few steps back.

The rustling of footsteps reached everyone's ears, and it was very harsh.

I only heard a few sneerings, and there were a few more bodies on the black rope hanging in the air, which were strung together one by one by the black rope, and together with Chen Youliang's corpse, they were lined up.

Several people's bodies were pressed together, screaming and struggling because of the pain.

After a while, one after another stopped moving and hung their heads.

Tick tock!

The sound of blood dripping became more and more.

Ling Yun looked coldly at the few corpses strung by Heisuo, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he remembered the rock sugar gourd that children love to eat.

The black mist in Ling Yun's eyes seemed to be extremely excited, and it kept wandering in his eyes, and the area seemed to be a little larger.

"Who else? Who else hurt my Mingjiao disciple just now? ”

Ling Yun's voice was like a demon in hell, reaching everyone's ears.

The timid person began to cramp in his legs, fight his teeth, and make gurgling sounds.

"Let's go together, I don't believe that he can kill all our sect masters alone. Kill him, Xie Xun and the Dragon Slayer Knife will be ours! ”

Suddenly, one of the Shaolin monks let out a loud shout.

Many of the people in the audience had never been on the top of the light, nor had they seen Ling Yun's true strength, and many of them began to stir in their hearts.

Wealth and danger are sought!

After all, the Dragon Slayer Knife and the Martial Arts Supreme are too attractive to everyone.

When the masters of the various factions surrounding the Ming Sect heard this, they all mustered up their courage and slowly walked towards Lingyun step by step, ready to take a risk.

"Block them, if Mowgli kills too much, the demon possession will become more and more serious, and the consequences will be unimaginable."

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao decisively ordered and led the masters of the Wudang Sect to block in front of Ling Yun, ready to block.

Seeing this, the masters surrounding Lingyun all stopped, after all, the prestige of Wudang was too prosperous, and each Wudang master still held a "Thunderbolt Fire Bomb" in his hand, so they had to be cautious.

"Get out of the way!"

Ling Yun let out a low roar, his right hand shook, and the three black ropes instantly retracted, and the corpse on the black rope also fell to the ground with a thud.

Song Yuanqiao looked back, Ling Yun looked at him with a hideous face, as if he didn't let go and even killed himself.

"Mowgli, you..."

"Get out of the way!"

Ling Yun let out a loud roar, and the sound shook Song Yuanqiao's scalp.

Song Yuanqiao sighed and made a gesture, and all the masters of the Wudang Sect moved out of the way.

Seeing this, the masters surrounding Ling Yun were overjoyed, raised their weapons, and all flew towards Ling Yun.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Song Yuanqiao shook his head and closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to see the cruel picture that was about to happen.

Seeing that Ling Yun didn't seem to move, everyone thought that he was bluffing before.

After all, fighting with the three Shaolin elders for internal strength, even if Ling Yun wins in the end, I'm afraid there is not much internal force left, and killing those people before may be the last return to light, trying to scare everyone.

Thinking in his heart, the offensive of those masters was even more fierce, and they all took out the most powerful tricks in their lives, and all of them greeted Ling Yun.

Seeing that the tip of the sword of the fastest person was about to stab Ling Yun's body, the man's eyes shone with excitement, as if the dragon slaying knife was already in his bag.

The man just wanted to laugh, but suddenly he only felt a tightness in his hand, and the long sword didn't know when it was held by Ling Yun's left hand, and he couldn't advance for half a minute.

The next moment, Ling Yun suddenly looked at him with wide eyes, those eyes were full of black mist, completely lifeless, as if he was a devouring demon in the Nine Shadows.

The man's heart jumped, and he was so frightened that he was about to turn into a sword and retreat.

It's a pity it's too late!

The man only felt a huge amount of true qi coming from the tip of the long sword, Ling Yun pushed his left hand, and the hilt of the long sword instantly hit the man's chest, only to feel a sharp pain in his chest, and when he looked down, the hilt of the long sword actually stabbed into his heart, and then snorted out of his back.

Before he could utter a scream, the man died instantly.

Ling Yun shook the tip of the sword, and the corpse on the hilt of the sword flew out.

With a finger, the long sword turned off and the hilt fell into Ling Yun's hand.

Looking at the many masters who were still going forward, Ling Yun showed a bloodthirsty sneer on his hideous face.

I saw that the sword in Ling Yun's hand gradually lit up with a white faint light, and began to gather at a rapid speed.

At this time, several masters flew in, and all kinds of sharp moves killed Ling Yun.

The three of them suddenly felt a flash of white light in front of them, their eyes turned black, and they were instantly split in half by three white sword rays.

At this time, the masters who came after him were so frightened that they all stopped their tracks, looking at the three bloody corpses that had been split in half by the sword, and they trembled in fright.

At this moment, they realized that they were very wrong, it turned out that Ling Yun had not gone all out in the fight with the three Shaolin elders before.

Ling Yun looked at them expressionlessly, his eyes constantly sweeping over them, as if he was picking the next target to shoot.

Some of the masters let out an exclamation, performed light skills, and quickly retreated, wanting to escape.

Ling Yun didn't look at it, with a wave of his left hand, another white sword shot out, and the master who had just run two steps was instantly split in half.

Seeing this, the other masters knew that they had made a wrong choice, and they no longer hesitated at the moment, and all of them quickly retreated and fled in all directions.