With such a fast and efficient killing, the knife was like lightning in the rapid running, and the shot became a shadow, and the eyes could clearly see Yan San's movements, but the body couldn't keep up with the reaction of his mind at all, and he was killed by Yan San like chopping melons and vegetables.

However, Yan San's footsteps finally stopped. No matter how sharp the arrow is, there is a moment when it falls, and the absolute string rushes into the formation, and it is also the end of the strong crossbow that penetrates the ten-meter crowd, and the peach blossom eyes are full of evil energy, and he shouts: "Kill him!!"

The eight Heavenless Cultists raised the standard ghost-headed broadsword and shouted in unison, like a scorching thunder explosion, and the eight swords were raised in unison, slashing down wildly. These eight people are veteran disciples of the Heavenless Sect, practicing a set of combined sword techniques, called "Eight Directions Wind and Rain", eight knives at the same time, sealing all the dodge space, even if you have three heads and six arms, you can't cover them all, the people who died under the knife of the eight people have never been confined with corpses, all of them have been chopped into pieces.

Yan San's chest was like a bellows, his bloody face was expressionless, the madness in his eyes seemed to be burning, he suddenly breathed, his figure was excited, and the barrier knife in his hand slashed through a cold huge full moon with his rapidly rotating body.

At the end of the full moon, eight sword-wielding men held their swords high, standing still, and a red line appeared from the neck of the first person, and then quickly spread to the second person and the third person...... The eighth, the red thread around the neck of the eight people was sharpened into a straight line, and the red thread became thicker and redder, until finally it was overwhelmed and cracked violently. Blood shot out, drenching Yan San, who was surrounded in the middle, into a bloody man. Yan San's whole body was bright red and transparent, like a demon crawling out of the abyss, only the blade of the barrier knife in his hand was cold, the blood was not stained, and it was as faint as a demon's teeth.

"No, it's impossible!" Peach Blossom's face turned pale, and she exclaimed, she could see the eight knives just now, from the knife to the angle blockade, there was no flawlessness at all, no matter how fast Yan San was, he couldn't resist it, but when he raised the knife to cut it, he suddenly stopped, so that the empty door was wide open, and he was cut off by Yan San's knife as if he was sent forward.

What happened?

Yan San's face in the blood rain was as cold as ice, and there was a little clarity in his crazy eyes, and he sighed in his heart: "I've never been alone!"

Eight inch-long flying insects drew a curve like nothing, submerged into Yan San's bloody body, the scene was chaotic and noisy, and no one paid attention to these eight phantoms that seemed to never exist. Eight streams of essence blood poured into Yan San's body like a stream of water, making his body boiling, and in his whole body, I don't know how many ghosts were bright and extinguished, constantly transporting essence blood.

This group of phantoms had long been lurking in the bodies of the Heavenless Sect, and they usually quietly sucked the essence blood in an innocuous place, providing Yan San with body refining firewood. In this half day, Yan San let it evolve independently, and there were more than 100 ghost elites. Before the start of the war, Yan San's split soul had already fully controlled the Phantom army, and almost all the Phantom elites were lurking here, at this time, the war began, and the Phantom elites were all hidden in the vital places of the Heavenless Cultists, just waiting for an order, immediately paralyzing and sucking blood.

Those eight people were not suddenly demented, but were instantly pierced into the back of the spine by the mouthparts of the Phantom Elite, although they did not die, but it was enough to make the eight people lose their mobility and become lambs to be slaughtered.

The eight of them fell down together, Yan San was already like a lonely soul in a sea of blood, the barrier knife was flying, and he didn't enter the crowd, howling miserably, blood splashed indiscriminately, echoing and splashing in the crowd.

Before Peach Blossom could figure out the root cause, a deep roar came into the ear drum, and on the bloody path that Yan San rushed out, a fierce beast swooped down.

The three monks were tossed high, like abandoned straws, the bones broke in mid-air, and the blood drew a strange shape in the air, and the three monks were no longer humanoid before they landed. A ...... alone No, a huge Bailan bear man stood up, nearly three meters high, grabbed a monk's feet in his palm, smashed left and right, spun and flailed, like an angry child falling a nasty doll, the surrounding evil wind gusted, and the monk who hit it was a broken sound, vomiting blood and flying out.

Wherever Bai Lan Xiong passed, the monks all turned pale, no matter how spiritual and physical, all the attacks on Bai Lan Xiong could only add a small bloody wound, at most they could only cut through the flesh and skin, and the soul cultivation soul skills were useless, for a crazy soul, these soul techniques made Bai Lan Xiong even more crazy. The place where Bailan Bear passed was like a piece of paper, the bones were like dead branches, and the blood and water covered the ground, gradually becoming a messy river.

If Yan San is a sophisticated and fast killing machine, sharp and deadly, minimalist and efficient, then Tuoba Ye's human-bear transformation is to crush all the destruction beasts, extremely evil beasts that exist only for destruction, killing, and destruction.

If Yan San's impact is the tip of a knife, then Tuobaya's impact is the dense and terrifying serration behind the tip of the knife, the canine teeth are staggered, and if it enters along the wound, it will inevitably double the wound and form an irreparable heavy wound.

As Yan San launched a full-scale Shadow Offensive, all the monks who were blocking the two of them inexplicably had a brief pause or miss, and the two of them were devastated, carving out a wide blood path in the ranks of the Heavenless Sect, and this blood path continued to extend forward rapidly, extending ......

"Wow! You guys are so cruel! Engage in so much blood, don't pay attention to hygiene......" Wang Buchi's figure appeared behind Bai Lan Xiong, and said angrily, Bai Lan Xiong had already killed red eyes, and waved his palm backwards to grab it, Wang Buchi jumped away with his head in his hands, and suddenly shouted: "Yan San, cooperate with me!"

Yan San's hands were killing non-stop, and he was slashed on the shoulder in his busy schedule, but fortunately, the copper skin sank into the flesh, and he did not hurt his muscles and bones, and he took the time to look at Wang Buchi, and his heart suddenly shocked: Wang Buchi didn't know when he changed his expression, with an unstoppable smile, his hair flew wildly, and there was nothing in his eyes, as if everything was in the middle of his hands...... The appearance of this stinky fart actually reminded Yan San of an unattainable character: cheap master, Heavenly King Wuqing!

Before he could figure out what Wang Buchi wanted to cooperate with himself, Wang Buchi suddenly moved. Like pouring ink in the night, like dripping water into a pond, like a ghost entering a dream, the king disappeared in an instant, and then appeared among the Heavenless Cultists, flashing, reappearing, flashing, flashing...... More than ten flashes appeared, and only the shining soul-absorbing effect of "Looking Back" showed his existence. From the moment it was lit up, it was as if it had never disappeared......

Three breaths, just three breaths...... Silent, without screaming or wailing, the twelve monks suddenly stood still, so abrupt in the chaos of the battlefield, and then fell in unison. There was no blood, only a trace or a little bead of blood that slowly appeared in the heart, throat, and skull......

"Soul Thorn, you are a Soul Thorn!Who are you? Who are you? It's none of my business, I didn't take that Yuan Jing, let me go, let me go......

The Heavenly Monk suddenly shouted wildly, and the long sword in his hand swung impenetrable, as if to block the short knife that came from nowhere and where it ended up.

This monk was originally a dart head of a big businessman, and when he was coveting a huge amount of money during a dart, he secretly colluded with an underworld bandit, and he robbed the dart with both inside and outside, and killed all the servants and servants of the dart cleanly. The thing has been done, and this dart head simply followed the underworld bandit and fell into the grass and did evil everywhere.

I never thought that the owner of this dart was a big man, and he actually invited a mysterious killer organization "Soul Thorn" from Dashang. The huge amount of money was directly taken as a reward, and there was only one demand, to kill! Kill those who dare to stretch out their hands to them into the streets, and deter the enemies in the shadows. That soul thorn sent out two stabs, and the dart head was fortunate enough to witness the whole process with his own eyes.

The same ghosts, the same flashes and appearances, the same stiffness and falls, the same fatal blows, and no blood is shed. The same dead silence kills, people are like grass and trees, and they return to silence.

This dart head has a big life, and he jumped into the river to escape with his life, and under the fear of being chased by the soul, he fled into the crying abyss.

I never thought that the scene that had appeared in every nightmare for many years, the scene of death-like horror and silence appeared again in the crying abyss where the ghost frowned......

"Nonsense ......" Wang Buchi's figure flashed again, and the mad monk who was already delirious suddenly paused, and then a ray of ghostly light flashed, and Wang Buchi flashed, and his face turned pale and he held his eyes back to the place, and the cyan light on the short knife shone brightly, like a beauty blinking her eyes.

The mad monk's eyes were blank, and a moment later he collapsed stiffly, a little bead of blood leaking out of the back of his head.

"It's not too stupid, you know how to cooperate!" Wang Buchi chuckled, Shi Cai's knife was Yan San's control of the phantom shadow sneak attack, which paralyzed the monk for a moment, and with this moment, Wang Buchi could already do a lot of things, such as killing a person.

A few looming shadows quietly fell on Wang Buchi's body, injecting him with pure essence blood. Wang Buchi's face was stunned, and then he was shocked inexplicably, and a trace of blood appeared in the whiteness.

"It actually has the effect of absorbing essence blood!" Wang Buchi's face was shocked, the short knife that Yan San gave him had already surprised him once, the effect of "Soul Snatching" made him like a tiger, and in addition to consuming a large amount of spirit yuan, he had the replenishment of a long stream of water, and the staying power of the Death Silence Killing was greatly enhanced, and the essence blood perfusion made him have no worries. Although this killing method is ghostly and difficult to do, it also has the biggest flaw, that is, the huge consumption of both spirit yuan and essence blood, and now there is soul snatching and essence blood infusion......

"God-like teammates!" the king sighed contentedly.

More shadows fell on the huge Bailan bear, and the effect of essence blood replenishment on Tuobaya's body was even more exaggerated, the giant bear was originally scarred, but at this time, it was visibly healing quickly, and Tuobano's transformed human-bear was beaten with human blood, and it was almost crazy out of the sky.

Like a tiger with wings, like a dragon walking in the sky, the formation of the three of them penetrated into the depths of the ranks of the Heavenless Sect at an unbelievable speed, Yan San was the sharp tip of the knife, Tuoba Ye was a brutal blade, and Wang Buchi was a silent bloodletting blood groove, and the ubiquitous shadow quenched this sharp knife with a layer of poison that sealed the throat with blood......

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