The sound of a sharp blade entering the flesh sounded clearly in the ears, shaking the eardrums of people.

At that moment, only a few muffled snorts could be heard, and the crimson blood flowers bloomed in front of his eyes, glowing with a bewitching and bright smell.

With a slip of his toes, Gong Linggui's body was extremely fast, retreating slightly, and the profound spiritual power continued to spread with his footprints, rapidly circling and growing, like a sharp sword blade, straight into the bodies of those people, and exploded in their bodies, grinding all the flesh and blood of the meridians, and the sound of crisp bones breaking was particularly harsh.

Suddenly, the screams rang out, obviously suffering and torture, with a deep sense of despair, and a heavy enveloping in the heart.

The bloodstained body slammed into the cold ground, and the blood continued to spill out, staining the place red.

The clothes were swept away, and the breath was a little colder.

Gong Linggui stood still, slightly restrained his breath, his light gaze seemed to sweep the ground at random, and he saw that not far away, those people were already blurred with flesh and blood, and by the shape and those broken clothes, he could only vaguely see that it was the appearance of a person.

The crimson blood slowly slid down the blade of the sword and landed on the ground, ticking.

There was a little blood stain on the corner of his clothes, and Gong Linggui was silent, breathing steadily.

At this time, the murderous aura around him suddenly became a little deeper, and he quickly surrounded Gong Linggui, as if he had been locked by everyone.

The sword began to tremble slightly, emitting a slight moan, as if it had been stimulated by blood's killing intent.

Gong Linggui lowered his eyes slightly, and the hand holding the long sword moved, and his fingertips tapped lightly on the hilt of the sword, as if he was appeasing something.

The long sword shook suddenly, and at that moment, all the blood stains on the sword body were scattered in the vast dark night, and the sword body regained its crisp ink color.

The spiritual power flowed through the long sword, and for a while, a clear sword sound sounded, and the sword flashed.

Murderous intent on display.

Gong Linggui raised his head slowly, the hair on the side of his face rose in a cold arc with the surge of spiritual power, brushing his cheeks from time to time, blowing slightly, revealing his silent and cold eyes.

The encirclement gradually narrowed, and the heavy murderous aura locked Gong Linggui, and a heavy pressure came.

Suddenly, Gong Linggui raised the corners of his lips, smiled inexplicably, and with a movement of his hand, the sword body suddenly turned, and the sharp blade refracted a dazzling light, with extreme coldness.

Countless emotions were surging under those deep eyes, as if they were accumulating some deep emotions.

With a cold snort that was neither light nor heavy, at that moment, the surging complex feeling was all hidden in those deep eyes.

The waves are not shocking, and the plain is true.

The dark robe flew up, and the long-standing figure in place disappeared in place at that moment, leaving behind the remnants of the Dao.

A muffled snort of pain came, but halfway through, it seemed to have encountered something, and it stopped abruptly.

One by one, the figures fell weakly and fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.

Blood splattered in front of his eyes, and a strong smell of blood filled the tip of his nose, and it seemed that the whole breath was filled with the smell of blood.

And Gong Linggui always had a light complexion, and his calm expression was not the slightest wave.

With one scream after another, countless black-clothed people fell to the ground, losing their breath.

Blood continued to splash out in the air, staining the cold ground, the eyes of everyone, and the deep night.

As soon as the jade fan was closed, Nan Shiyan's wrist turned suddenly, and his spiritual power swirled, bringing up extremely sharp sword qi, directly cutting a person's throat, and blood sprayed out.

On tiptoe, the slender figure continued to retreat.

The breath was fixed, Nan Shiyan stood still, his wide clothes swept over, and his white clothes were not stained with blood, and they were as clean as ever.

The ground was covered with dark red blood, Su Yunshu couldn't help but pout, and with a shock of spiritual power under his feet, he cleared out a small piece of ground and landed on it steadily.

Suddenly, Su Yunshu's gaze moved, his toes moved, and he suddenly hooked a broken sword at his feet, and his spiritual power worked rapidly, wrapped in the broken sword, and flew forward at an extremely fast speed.

The sound of the blade entering the flesh and the muffled snort sounded at the same time, and there was a fluctuation of spiritual power in the air, and a figure shook not far from Su Yunshu, blood was scattered, and the figure fell weakly.

Seeing this, Gong Linggui couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, his body turned in place, the hem of his clothes flew up, his spiritual power surged, and countless tiny blood condensed into droplets, paused in mid-air for a moment, and let out bursts of clear sounds.

Then, Gong Linggui casually glanced around, the corners of his mouth moved, and a subtle and light arc was hooked, but it was fleeting and disappeared.

At that moment, those blood splashed out at an extremely fast speed, wrapped in profound spiritual power, and I don't know what it hit, it actually made a crisp sound, one after another.

The breath sank slightly, Gong Linggui stepped on tiptoe, flew to Su Yunshu's side, shook out a small piece of clean ground with spiritual power, and landed on it silently, and the dark hem of his clothes flew up, bringing up a cold airflow.

A continuous scream sounded in the dark night, and then, several figures slammed heavily on the bloodstained ground, splashing a little blood, with a hint of desolation, but mixed with a faint sense of enthusiasm.

With a slight sigh of relief, Gong Linggui raised his hand, and his slender and perfect fingers gently stroked the ink-colored sword body, and with a slight vibration sound, the sword body trembled, and the blood stains on it disappeared suddenly.

The body of the sword is clear, as if flowing with the color of ink, and the fragrance is pervasive.

The two glanced at each other, their faces were slightly moved, and they tacitly bowed their heads slightly, quietly brushed their sleeves, and cast their eyes on the Wind Lotus Hall not far away.

There was the sound of robes hunting in their ears, and the familiar breath gradually approached, Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui raised their eyes at the same time, and saw Nan Shiyan who fell on their side.

In that fierce battle, Nan Shiyan eliminated most of the masters, and also helped them withstand the terrifying majesty that came from the Wind Lotus Palace.

The warm and cool white jade fan, in the battle just now, was actually surrounded by a sharp edge, exuding an extreme cold and icy aura, with an undisguised murderous aura.

However, now, the white jade fan has become the delicate and warm jade fan, the fan blades engraved with fine and delicate lines exude a faint halo, and the tassels adorned seem to be flowing with sparkling waves, and the pearls and jade are swaying, making a clear and cold sound.

At the same time, Nan Shiyan is always dressed in clean white, not stained with the slightest trace of blood and dust.

The gentle face also seemed to be a piece of fine and perfect jade, more and more dazzling, and the crystal eyes were even brighter than the stars in the night sky.

Looking at Nan Shiyan like this, Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui couldn't help but groan a little, and their eyes crossed with thoughts.

Wen is a jade and fine flower, and anger is Shura's evil charm.

Laughter can startle the stars, and sinking can shake the earth.

Such a son of Yan is indeed unparalleled in the world.