At the same time that Zhao Lin helped Pan Xin up, the fifth Tingyun also came to the place where Qian Buer and Wu Shi were lying down, and he squatted down leaning on the Kun Mu Sword. Looking at the open wound on Qian Buer and Wu Shibao's neck, his breathing stopped, his face was gloomy and terrifying, the wound was very deep, and he could even faintly see the broken throat.

Qian Fuji and Wu Shijiao are dead.

He smoothed Qian Fuji's eyes with his palm, he tried to calm himself, but his heart was like a stormy wave. He is not familiar with Qian Fuji and Wu Shihao, and even had a holiday in the Jialing entrance examination, strictly speaking, he is not even a friend, but he is still very sad, and a seed called hatred is growing rapidly in the sad mood.

He stood up with his sword in his hand and said to himself, "Since you are comrades who fight side by side, then you cannot die in vain." As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes glared, and a chilling gaze shot towards the panxin who was being supported by Zhao Lin.

Chill is killing intent!

Pan Xin had come back to his senses at this time, although his head was splitting, but facing the cold eyes of the fifth Tingyun, he felt very relieved and comfortable, so that even the pain was relieved a lot. He pulled out a smile and said weakly: "You all have to die, these two are just the beginning, you, you, and you, and those stinky girls of the Ghost King Sect, I want to let you die without a place to be buried!"

Panxin, who raised his arm with difficulty, pointed to the fifth Tingyun, Xiao Mengdie, and Lei Fengxiang in turn, and every time he pointed at a person, he felt that the pain in his head weakened a little, as if he felt that every time he pointed at a person, the person he pointed at was really dead.

"No, no, no, those stinky girls still have a bit of a posture," he suddenly shook his head again, but probably shaking his head increased his pain, he frowned together, and continued, "Including your little maid, when I find her, I want to have a good time with her and those stinky girls of the Ghost King Sect, ravage them, destroy them, let them live under my crotch, and when I get tired of playing, I will stab one ...... again"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, the faster he spoke, and the redder his face became, until at last he was out of breath and coughed again and again.

And the fifth Tingyun, slowly raised the sword, and every time Pan Xin said a word, his hatred became a little deeper, especially when Pan Xin mentioned Bai Jie, his hand holding the sword was already trembling. The hatred has reached its peak, and the sword intent of the seven styles of the sword has also reached its peak, he treats Bai Jie like his own sister, where can he tolerate such foul words in his heart!

Call.

A gust of wind blew through him, sweeping away the snowflakes around him.

He swung his sword, and suddenly the heavens and the earth were silent, and the wind and snow between the heavens and the earth suddenly rushed to the Kunmu Sword like crazy. At this time, the Kunmu sword is like a bottomless pit, no matter how much wind and snow comes, it will store it all, and the yellow light on the Kunmu sword becomes like gild, dazzling and dazzling.

Although this move is the seven styles of the sword, although this sword is the Kun mother sword, it seems to have nothing to do with it.

As long as the person who uses the sword and the person who uses the move is his fifth Tingyun, it is enough.

Rumble!

The sword qi carried the wind and snow in the sky, pressing towards Zhao Lin and Panxin like a heaven and earth.

With this kind of momentum, Rao is Zhao Lin is cultivation of the Nine Heavens of the Spirit Xuan Realm, and it can be said that he is only one step away from entering the Yudan Realm, but he is still frightened. As the second-generation elder of the Tianshan Sect, he had also seen many young geniuses, but it was the first time he had seen someone like Fifth Tingyun who could exert a combat power far beyond his own cultivation. He didn't dare to be careless, and he didn't even have time to say hello to Panxin, so he stepped forward in two steps, boosted his luck, and the dantian Yuanli roared out, and then pushed out with both palms, he was worried that the remaining force would affect the Panxin behind him, so this palm was all on the defensive, and the two palms were piled up in front of him into an airtight barrier.

He was confident that with his own cultivation of the Nine Heavens, no matter how talented Fifth Tingyun was and how strong his combat power was, he could block all attacks, and not even the slightest Yuan Force could pass his palm power.

The sword intent and palm power have not yet collided together.

Zhao Lin's eyes suddenly condensed slightly, and he actually saw that behind the sword that set the wind and snow of heaven and earth, a figure was rushing towards him at great speed. Looking at that body shape, it must be the fifth to listen to the clouds.

"Look for death!"

Faced with the provocation of the fifth Tingyun, Zhao Lin was furious.

Thundered.

The forces of the two sides collided together like mountains, and suddenly squeezed out all the wind and snow between heaven and earth. The instantaneous collision of forces made a thunderous sound, causing the earthquake to tremble and the wind and snow to escape. Before Rao is Qian Fuji and Wu Shibuli did, they didn't create such a momentum.

Poof-

The fifth Tingyun, who followed the Seven Styles of the Sword, was injured at the first time, spitting blood from his mouth, and his expression was sad. But he gritted his teeth, his will was firm, and he tried to calm the turmoil of the sea of knowledge, and he silently recited the mirage technique, and the speed of his body increased sharply, leaving a long series of vague afterimages.

Zhao Lin didn't expect that the fifth Tingyun was already injured and would rush forcibly, so he couldn't help but snort contemptuously: "Since you want to find death, then I will fulfill you." As he spoke, his five fingers were bent into claws, and all the defensive yuan power in front of him was returned between his five fingers, and then he took two steps forward, intercepting the extremely fast Fifth Tingyun, shouting "Go to death", and then the two claws accurately penetrated through the chest and abdomen of the Fifth Tingyun.

Although it hit, Zhao Lin's face changed rapidly, he looked at the afterimage floating in the wind in front of him, and shouted that it was not good.

However, he found out that it was too late after all, turned around, and looked at the Fifth Tingyun who was panting so much that he couldn't even straighten his waist, and saw that the sword of the Fifth Tingyun with a faint yellow light was resting on the neck of his young sect master, and a chill suddenly broke out all over his body, if Panxin died because of him, then what would greet him? The answer can be imagined.

Not only him, but also those cultivators who saw the opportunity to kill Longbow Wen and the others also stopped at this time, staring at the Fifth Tingyun with a pair of eyes, strictly speaking, staring at the Kun Mother Sword that had not yet caused a tragedy in the Fifth Tingyun. During this period, two cultivators who were not disciples of the Tianshan Sect still had to make a move, but they were directly cut off by the disciples of the Tianshan Sect.

"Capture the thief first capture the king, the ancients did not deceive me. The fifth Tingyun looked at the scene in the field and grinned. But probably because the injuries on his body were too serious, even laughing would affect the wounds, so he took two more breaths of cool air, and his whole body was trembling, but the hand holding the sword was very steady. He is a cautious man, and even if Panxin seems to have no power to fight back, he still does not take it lightly.

"Fifth Tingyun, what's the matter, don't you still dare to cut down this sword?" Panxin was still a little flustered and frightened at the beginning of being approached by the fifth Tingyun, but when the fifth Tingyun just held him hostage and did not take his life, he was immediately relieved, "Also, how dare you cut it? Who am I? I am the young sect master of the Tianshan Sect, the well-deserved overlord of the southwest and northwest realms in the future, what courage do you have as a poor student and a down-and-out cultivator to kill me?" I have hundreds of lives in my hands, and if I'm happy, I can always get the stinky ladies of the Ghost King Sect roll onto my bed, including your little maid, and if I'm not happy, I'll wave my hand and make their heads fall to the ground. ”

"And what about you?" Pan Xin thought that he had grasped the weakness of the fifth Tingyun, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, "What can you do? Go to worship today in the coming year, or think about the scene of me and those girls of the Ghost King Sect being happy day and night, thinking that your little maid is crushed under me like a......"

Pan Xin didn't finish speaking, but suddenly felt a little cold on his neck, and he subconsciously stopped his mouth.

"You know what? Since ancient times, villains have always died of talking. ”

The fifth Tingyun pressed against Panxin's ear, said a flat word, and then used his right hand hard, and the sword light flashed slightly.

A sword seals the throat.