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Chapter 397: Today, I'll teach you a sword

Mutant Pavilion.

A new force.

This force is mysterious and powerful, and even the Eight Great Families dare not offend.

It is rumored that the people in the Mutation Pavilion will catch mutants, and inside, it seems that the mutants on the entire Eight Desolations Continent are gathered.

The light shadow is not a mutant, but at this moment he stands like a puppet, his face expressionless and dark, like a walking corpse.

Ye Qingyun knew that he was being controlled.

"Come back with me. Qingying's gaze was condensed on Ye Qingyun, without a trace of ripples, it seemed that for him, Ye Qingyun was a stranger.

Ye Qingyun also looked at the light shadow, and frowned slightly.

I haven't seen him for a few years, and now although the other party's cultivation has reached the level of the emperor's extreme, it is controlled by others, and it is really a matter of people.

He knew that no matter how he told the other party, the light shadow didn't know him.

"Gao Dong, Master Zhang, you leave first, and this person will be handed over to me. Ye Qingyun said in a deep voice.

"Good. Hearing this, Zhang Sanmad hesitated for a while, but nodded and quickly left here with Gao Dong.

"You once told me that you wanted to compete with me with a sword, didn't you?" Ye Qingyun looked ahead and sighed, a layer of death was dense on the other party's body, he knew that even if he had a panacea, he would not be able to save the other party.

Qingying's gaze trembled slightly, but soon regained his calm, his face was still cold, and the dead aura that appeared on his face became stronger and stronger, looking at Ye Qingyun, and made a voice like a machine: "Follow me......"

His voice was repeated, as if some kind of program was forcing him to say something like that.

Ye Qingyun knew that the other party was dead, but he was still a little unable to do it, but in the end, he reluctantly pulled out the ruthless sword in his hand and said slowly: "Today, I will teach you a sword." ”

"That's how the sword is swung. ”

As he spoke, he swung in front of him and unleashed his ruthless sword.

Seeing this scene, Qingying's body trembled violently at this moment, and he actually stopped, and a complex color finally appeared in his eyes, he wanted to take a step, but he didn't want to go, as if he was making the greatest resistance with some force.

Ye Qingyun wielded a ruthless sword.

The sword intent is all over the sky.

The sword qi is rampant.

This is the momentum of the sword man.

In the way of the sword, Ye Qingyun can definitely start a mountain and establish a faction.

In this Eight Desolations Continent, under the whole world, there are very few people who can surpass him in the way of the sword.

Even the First Swordsman, the Wild Sword, was far from him.

After all, Mad Sword is his disciple.

For a long time, a tear of excitement flowed from the eyes of the light shadow, and then his voice carried a trace of emotion.

"Leaf ...... Ye Qingyun, I didn't expect that we would meet here. ”

"Light shadows. Ye Qingyun withdrew the ruthless sword, looked at the young man in front of him, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Tell me, who made you like this?"

The light shadow said in a deep voice: "There is a divine light rushing up in the veins of heaven and earth, but this is simply a scam. Ye Qingyun, don't go in, don't go in......"

"That's a hoax, a mutant hoax......"

After he finished speaking, his body suddenly exploded with a bang, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"No!" Ye Qingyun shouted when he saw this scene, his face showed pain.

Although he is not very familiar with the light shadow, he has a good impression of the latter. But such a man died in front of him.

Although he knew that the latter was already dead, he was able to say this before because of a soul left in the latter's body.

"Mutant Pavilion. ”

"Ahead. ”

Ye Qingyun suddenly thought of something, and suddenly became nervous: "Yuntian!"

He forgot about Yuntian, Qiushuang, and Ao Shijie and others.

From this direction, that's exactly where the incident happened!

Ye Qingyun felt bad, his body burst and flashed, rushing straight away like a sharp sword, bringing bursts of wind in the void.

He still remembered that there were some people who didn't participate in the Eight Desolations Festival, just to get the divine item.

Now, it seems, this is clearly a trap!

Heaven and earth vein cave.

Countless figures descended from the sky, wrapping in a circle.

And around that, of course, there are countless people standing.

These people were very dark-faced, and they stood there, numb.

Among them, a strange light flashed in the eyes of several people.

"Brother Yuntian, do you really want to do this?" a young girl glanced at the person next to her slightly, and said.

"Qiushuang, don't speak, be careful of being discovered. Yun Tian hurriedly said.

These people are naturally Yuntian and others.

After Qiu Shuang reluctantly recovered some of his emotions, Yun Tian took the latter and wanted to join Ye Qingyun, but as he walked, he came here, and he happened to encounter the scene of these people wantonly controlling the martial artists.

And he saw a man standing like a log.

Beihai Modao!

The peerless young man who was the first on the last Wang Tianbang.

But even he is controlled like a puppet.

This is not a trivial matter.

Who are the people around them, and why do they all have a round token on their bodies?

And there was a word written on the token, change!

If anything's different, the only difference is the man in front, the color on the token on his body is red, while the rest of the people are gray.

"Give them tokens according to their potential and strength, and from now on, you will be the dead soldiers of my Mutation Pavilion. ”

The person at the head looked at the people below, smiled slightly, nodded, and couldn't help but say, "A fresh blood has joined my Mutation Pavilion, which will only be beneficial to my Mutation Pavilion and not harmful." ”

He was a small head of the Mutant Pavilion, and his name was Wound.

The people in the Mutant Pavilion are all weird, and their names are weird, basically one word.

"Let's tell me the number. Hurt said slowly.

"Report!" Someone walked out at this moment, looked at the wound, knelt down on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "There are one hundred and twelve people in total!"

"One hundred and twelve?" Hearing this number of words, his voice suddenly froze: "Before, one person left, it should have been one hundred and eight people, how could there be four more people for no reason?"

"Who—who got in?" he shouted, glancing at his fist, seeing that no one was silent, snorted coldly, and casually waved at a boy who was no more than thirteen years old.

Just as the boy was about to die, a strong voice rolled in like thunder.

"It's me!"

Hearing this, Yun Tian's face changed.

Bear!

At this time, the bear stood up, he looked ahead, and his cultivation burst out violently.

"Emperor Extreme Realm Ninefold Cultivation?" After the man felt this breath, his face changed slightly, no wonder he couldn't find the existence of the other party!