Ye Qianqian, who has always been intellectually elegant, was completely angry.

"Song Yun is my boyfriend, he wants to come over, why do you stop him?"

"Just because he doesn't deserve it!"

"Ren Cangqiong, you are too much, do you know why I later found out that I didn't like you at all? It's because you're too egoistic in your bones, and you have a natural sense of superiority......"

"Then you must be feeling wrong. The so-called all roads lead to Rome, but it is nonsense, some people are born in Rome, and you and I are both such people, so the two of us are destined to be the most compatible. ”

"Get out, I'm going over!"

As she spoke, Ye Qianqian walked in the direction where Song Yun was.

Ren Cangqiong waved his hand, and more than a dozen men in black clothes instantly surrounded him, these people neither spoke nor moved, just blocking Ye Qianqian's way!

"Fuck off."

"Miss Ye, don't embarrass us."

"Get out, I'll get you out of here."

"I'm sorry, Miss Ye, we can't let you pass, really don't embarrass us."

Ye Qianqian was furious, raised her hand and slapped the speaker in front of her.

This person didn't blink his eyes, couldn't fight back, and scolded back.

"I'm sorry Miss Ye, don't be angry, don't embarrass us."

Ye Qianqian was directly helpless, if these people were aggressive, Ye Qianqian would really dare to make a dead move, but Ye Qianqian, who was kind by nature, really had no way to face this situation.

"Song Yun, Song Yun, get out of the way."

Ye Qianqian couldn't see Song Yun when she was blocked, and she was very anxious.

"Qianqian, don't worry, wait a minute, I'll be here."

"Hmph, you'd better prepare to cross the Nai Ho Bridge. Remember, to drink Meng Po soup cleanly, some people are not destined to be an ant-like thing like you that can be remembered. ”

As he spoke, Ren Cangqiong slapped his hand.

"Buzz!"

Between heaven and earth, there was a sharp buzzing sound, and then, in the rear position, there were sixteen expressionless men, stepping forward, all the movements were uniform, even the sound of breathing, they were all extremely synchronized.

Not long ago, it was these sixteen people, the killers who killed five Earth Dragon Yuan, and did not receive any substantive confrontation.

The long sword in his hand, the cold light flickered, some people had already reacted, the sharp buzz just now was actually from the long sword in the hands of sixteen people, sent out together, but it was too synchronized, it would be perfectly gathered together, and the momentum was terrifying!

"Let this kid know what it means to be real, an ancient martial artist."

Ren Cangqiong's voice was very indifferent.

Ye Qianqian was extremely anxious and shouted loudly:

"Ren Cangqiong, if you dare to do something to Song Yun, I will never let you go, absolutely not."

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't care about Ye Qianqian's words.

"Buzz!"

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, sixteen people attack at the same time, when attacking, the moves are different, but the cooperation between each other can be called perfect, these people must be somewhat similar to the twin snake spirit killers of the Earth Dragon Yuan.

The time together is particularly long, and invisibly, a tacit understanding has been developed, and the power between the shots has been enhanced by geometric multiples.

Wan Zihao's face turned white in an instant, and he reacted faster than anyone else.

Song Yun's eyes were invisible, and in the face of sixteen people's shots, the noisy sound was destined to make it difficult for Song Yun to determine the opponent's position and move by listening to the wind.

Moreover, these sixteen people are obviously cultivating sword formations, which makes people unguardable.

Perhaps, the strength of any one of them alone is not necessarily stronger than Song Yun, but when they cooperate, they are born to restrain Song Yun, who cannot be seen by their eyes, and in Wan Zihao's opinion, Song Yun has no chance of winning at all.

At the critical moment, Song Yun had already slapped his backhand to his waist.

"Whew!"

The red light against the sky flickered, and the bloody sword had already appeared in his hand.

"Broken!"

The sound of exhalation was like a sudden explosion of thunder, and the ears of everyone present unconsciously buzzed.

The sword flower against the sky was stirred again.

At this moment, the blood-colored fire lotus, as if it came from hell, fluttered with the sword flowers.

Everyone looked different, but the sixteen people who shot did not have any change in their faces, they were like sixteen emotionless robots, and they shouted in unison:

"Kill!"

The humming is agitated, like the phoenix singing for nine days.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, completely suppressing the entire blood-red light.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the blood-red sword flower continued to shatter!

However, this has never been a sign of Song Yun's weakening, but the beginning of a real outbreak.

I kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom!

The shattered sword flowers bloomed like red fire lotuses, and the shattering of each one made the sword qi around Song Yun's body increase by one point, and when dozens or even hundreds of sword flowers were broken, the momentum of Song Yun's single sword showed a geometric multiplier.

At this time, Song Yun alone was comparable to the peak murderous aura of sixteen people.

You must know that the sixteen people have superimposed the magnificent sword qi through their mutual cooperation, but Song Yun has relied on himself to achieve his current achievements.

One body fought for three thousand miles, and one sword once blocked a million soldiers.

"Dangdang!"

The dense sound of shattering was completely stirred.

Wan Zihao was completely stupid, he thought that the sword formation of these sixteen people was Song Yun's natural nemesis, and it was destined to be Song Yun's Battle of Waterloo, but only now did he know that he was still too young.

What outsiders can think of, Song Yun agrees to think of.

From the very beginning, Song Yun shot with all his might, without half a point of hidden strength, and his moves at this time were extremely complicated, but he also stubbornly resisted all the attacks with a single sword.

Even if the number of opponents doubled, they would not be able to affect Song Yun with the humming sound of the long sword.

Because, the person who really dominates can only be Song Yun.

A few people around Ren Cangqiong didn't have to think about it to know that they must be masters among masters, and they couldn't help but be slightly surprised in their eyes at this time, they didn't expect that Song Yun would shoot with all his strength in one shot, and he was unstoppable.

"Kill!"

Sixteen swordsmen were suppressed by Song Yun's exquisite and unparalleled moves, even so, there was not the slightest emotion of chagrin on their faces, that feeling, it was like everyone was programmed by the computer from time to time, and they only knew how to make a move, whether it was an advantage or a disadvantage.

The blood-red long sword, like a bamboo, has broken through several defenses and interceptions in a row.

With the explosion of the sixteen swordsmen, the sixteen long swords, at the same time, with the rotation of the wrist, burst out.

Countless vast sword shadows flashed, as if the long sword in everyone's hand was divided into two, two into four, and in the end, you couldn't tell how many long swords there were, let alone judge, which was a false move, and which was the real killing move.

Wan Zihao gasped again, his heart was extremely nervous, he didn't know if Song Yun had a way to deal with it, but if he faced this trick instead, there would be absolutely no way but to close his eyes and wait for death, and then in an instant, he was ground into a pulp......