I'm going to say, 'What can you ......?"

Burst.

The man in black said disdainfully, and before he could say anything, his eyes suddenly widened and he stayed in the middle of the field.

When did the broadsword, which he had always regarded as a treasure, become so fragile? How could the long sword in the other party's hand, which seemed to have nothing special except for a little color, be so sharp? Why did the opponent's strength suddenly skyrocket so much?

Ling Zhi sneered, and the ink sword directly penetrated the opponent's big sword blade and stabbed into the opponent's body without the slightest hindrance.

The ink sword scraped through the big sword, and the collision of the two forces, the black part of the ink sword began to fall down again.

The last time in the decisive battle between Fengcheng and Lu Kang, half of the black matter was shaken off by the ink sword, and the exposed part of the white sword body was extremely sharp.

After so long, the remaining black part has finally started again.

Today's ink sword, in addition to the hilt is still pure black, the sword body is shiny throughout, revealing a sharp sense of space.

Ling Zhi sneered, and with a turn of his hand, the ink sword turned in a circle in the opponent's body, completely shattering the opponent's broadsword, kicking the opponent's body, and pulling out the ink sword.

"It's a pity, I seem to be able to do something to you. ”

Dropping a sentence, Ling Zhi didn't look at him, and coldly swept around these people.

"Whoever dares to hurt me must pay the price. Pay the price of blood. Ling Zhi killed one person with one sword, and the killing intent not only did not decline in the slightest, but became even stronger.

The murderous intent poured into his eyes, causing his eyes to turn red and onto his body, causing his muscles to bulge.

It was only when he reached his sea of consciousness that he stopped, and his soul body was extremely condensed and could not infect his soul body.

So he can be lethal at the same time, and he can keep his sanity.

Tianyan's eight steps can make his body faster and more flexible, and his strength is gradually superimposed, Ling Zhi's strength is already stronger than any of them, and under such superposition, this strong power instantly became the last straw that crushed the camel.

"Hmph, brothers, don't be afraid, he's just one person, let's go together, I don't believe he can resist the attacks of all of us at the same time, as long as he misses a blow, he can die. ”

The one with the sword should be the commander-in-chief of this operation, so he raised his sword and shouted, gritted his teeth and cheered, and took the lead in rushing forward.

"Hehe, is there a lot of people, is it a lot of people?" Ling Zhi laughed disdainfully.

Ling Zhi, who had been standing surrounded by them, suddenly disappeared.

Every step under his feet happened to be in the almost imperceptible gap in this group of people, and it was the precise footwork that he had been practicing in the courtyard when he first cultivated the eight steps of Tianyan.

Yes!

A miserable scream sounded, and behind the group of black-clothed people who rushed forward, a person suddenly covered his chest, blood sprayed out from his chest like no money, and fell to his knees.

They hurriedly turned around and looked back warily.

"Be careful!" the two remaining Nine Layer Realms could barely figure out Ling Zhi's figure, and shouted angrily.

Burst.

It's a pity that in the direction they reminded, although those people raised their weapons, they couldn't catch Ling Zhi's figure at all.

Ling Zhi just held the ink sword horizontally in his hand and shuttled through them, one by one, big heads, flying into the sky.

The heads of these people flew in the air, their eyes were still open, and their faces were still guarded, and until they died, they did not realize that Ling Zhi had arrived at their side, and the long sword had been wiped on their necks.

Even with the strong body of a seventh-layer realm martial artist, it couldn't cause the slightest obstacle to the current ink sword.

Ling Zhi held the ink sword, and with a slight shock, all the blood stained on the ink sword spilled away, and the sword body was once again extremely bright, without a trace of dust.

"Hey, hey. ”

Ling Zhi's sneer sounded from the field, for a while, everyone in black protected themselves, everyone was in danger, and the two people from the Nine Layer Realm stared at the field, constantly turning around, anxiously reminding again and again.

But their reminders only fell into the ears of that person every time when Ling Zhi had already stopped walking and stood beside that person.

Therefore, whether the dead can hear it or not, only the dead know.

The two of them were angry in their hearts, and they rushed over whenever Ling Zhi appeared, but they could touch Ling Zhi's body there.

Ling Zhi of the sixth-layer realm can fight the ninth-layer realm, and now he has accepted the thousand-year-old agarwood spirit array into the body, breaking through to the late stage of the physical realm, coupled with the exercises and magic skills of the Xuan-level top-grade, this group of people has instantly become a local chicken and tile dog!

"Didn't you think it was great because there were so many people? Why are you all standing there and not daring to move?" Ling Zhi stopped and stood a few feet away in front of them.

The ink sword was hung to the ground by him, and bright red blood dripped down from the sword's body.

The ink sword began to vibrate more and more violently in his hand, as if it really had spiritual intelligence, like a magic sword, it was beginning to awaken!

Ling Zhi naturally noticed this, he looked down at the ink sword in his hand, "Why, even you are so excited, do you want to kill them so much?"

This was the first time that someone had scrapped one of his friend's arms in front of him, and even almost killed his friend, and the anger in Ling Zhi's heart had almost reached an extreme.

He attaches great importance to his relatives and friends!

"Kill!"

Perhaps under the influence of Ling Zhi, Zhang Yi suddenly roared.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

......

Qu Tian, Nie Kang, and even Yan Ji and Qin Binglan all shouted out this word!

Ling Zhi moved again.

Every time his body appeared in the field, the ink sword would pierce into the body of a person.

He moves smoothly, and the killing is unscrupulous and wanton.

In this midst, Ling Zhi's cultivation that had just stabilized began to move, rushing towards the eighth-layer realm.

In this rushing kill, Ling Zhi's killing intent began to condense together, rushing towards his body, Qingming's soul body suppressed these killing intents, and these killing intentions poured towards his dantian.

There are two places for martial artists to reserve their strength, one is the dantian that reserves spiritual power, and the other is the divine court where spiritual power is stored.

The killing intent rushed into the dantian and poured into it, and the dragon stele shook first.

Those killing intent poured into the dragon stele.

And outside, Ling Zhi was covered in blood, all the blood of the enemy. He stood in place, surrounded by the corpses of enemies scattered all over the ground, and in front of him, two ninth-layer realm martial artists who were already in despair.

Such a powerful and shocking force was only to deal with a physical realm martial artist, but it was almost completely destroyed, their bodies trembling, and their eyes were full of horror.

"Give you a chance to live, be the first to tell me who sent you to leave alive. ”

Ling Zhi stood in place covered in blood, looked at the two of them coldly, and said.

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