The word "chop" came out of Liufeng's mouth, and then he saw two more headless corpses on the ground and in the sky.

With a long breath of turbidity, Liu Feng looked at the broken soul in front of him who was wearing the bodies of the four people together, with a deep excitement on his face.

"Kill clean and come back to me!" opened his mouth and directly swallowed the shrunken broken soul into his mouth, and Liufeng directly turned into a white light and disappeared in the south.

When Liufeng disappeared, the huge sense of oppression caused by the broken soul was swept away, and the people wearing thousands of suits naturally began to slaughter.

Finding that the most powerful one was gone, Yan Yun breathed a sigh of relief on the spot, and as soon as he stood up, Yan Yun took a silver cold stick and hit the people in suits around him who had not yet recovered.

Under the two sticks, the two fell to the ground without resistance, and the powerful people of the five directions saw this scene and immediately found an opportunity to start fighting back.

After killing six people who didn't react in a row, Yan Yun didn't stop the movements in his hands, but continued to pounce forward. And seeing Yan Yun so crazy, the rest of the people were also killed, and they were extremely shocked in their hearts, when did such a monster appear in the younger generation? Although the silver cold stick in this young man's hand was a little weird, the fact that he had just entered the realm of qi was there!

"Kill him for me!" Seeing that Yan Yun's obscene eyes had become so unfamiliar, a person in the sixth stage of Qi roared, now that there are so many people, he doesn't believe that Yan Yun can fight a thousand at a time!

"Kill!"

"Let's rush together!"

Under someone's orders, the people in suits around them were not polite, and seventy or eighty people rushed towards Yan Yun in one go.

The weapons of the eighteenth class all appeared in the hands of these seventy or eighty people, and Yan Yun led the way with a single stick.

The shadow of the stick continued, Yan Yunqiang gritted his teeth and kept insisting, you must know that every second he insisted on meant that someone in the suit had died, as long as he persisted, he had hope of living!

"Good, good!" Looking at the twenty or thirty people who died beside Yan Yun, a Wolong Temple monk shook his head lightly and said lightly. And the middle-aged man beside Tianyi only frowned slightly when he saw this scene, the government army was already dead at this moment, and the demon clan was already a dam eaten by termites at this moment.

One second, ten seconds, twenty seconds, Yan Yun tirelessly harvested the lives of the people in suits around him with the silver cold stick in his hand, blood flowed, flesh and blood flew sideways, Yan Yun did not feel the slightest discomfort, but deeply experienced a kind of pleasure, a pleasure to completely release himself! A special artistic conception is also slowly beginning to emerge.

Kill! Kill! Kill! , this is the word that Yan Yun keeps repeating in his heart now, a word that makes Yan Yun not think about whether it is right or wrong, a word that allows Yan Yun not to think about the consequences!

"Stop!!!" Just as this murderous atmosphere began to spread, a woman's voice rang out from the direction of Wolong Temple.

The voice was crisp, like elixir, and Yan Yun couldn't help but look at it when he heard this voice.

The person who spoke was a woman, dressed in a pale green robe, and her bloodshot eyes pleaded as she looked at the people around her who knew how to fight.

"Mo tears?" Looking at Bilian in the distance, Yan Yun said with a hint of doubt at the corner of his mouth, but before the words fell, Yan Yun felt that some sharp blade had penetrated his chest, bringing a trace of coldness.

"Give me death!" A man's slightly pale voice sounded in his ears, and Yan Yun looked back to see that it was a middle-aged man in a suit.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was holding a wide long sword, and most of the sword body had already pierced Yan Yun's body.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Yan Yun looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and the silver cold stick in his hand was waved unceremoniously.

Seeing the silver cold stick falling, the middle-aged man immediately shook his head, he didn't expect Yan Yun to be able to do it after being stabbed with a sword. And when the middle-aged man reacted, Yan Yun couldn't dodge this stick.

With a "buzz", the middle-aged man was completely stunned, this stick was far beyond his imagination, so that when Yan Yun dropped the second stick, he still didn't wake up.

With one stick, Yan Yun smiled a little more at the corner of his mouth, and after two sticks, Yan Yun looked at the middle-aged man's head that was dented and smiled. And when the third blow completely knocked the middle-aged man's head open, the smile on Yan Yun's face was already incomparably rich, a kind of richness that made people chill when they looked at it.

The middle-aged man's body fell weakly, and Yan Yun pulled out the wide long sword that had stabbed into his chest with a rich smile on his face.

Putting the wide long sword into the sleeve of Sumeru's coat, Yan Yun pointed at a person in a suit who was about to sneak attack Bilian with a silver cold stick, and the killing intent in his eyes was already incomparably rich!

For some reason, the man in the suit who was pointed at by Yan Yun was suddenly afraid, he was not afraid that the person in front of him was already strong to such a point, but that he felt that he had suddenly become very small, and he couldn't have the courage to resist in front of Yan Yun.

Holding his chest, Yan Yun looked at the man's panicked face and smiled. Laughing loudly, having a lot of fun, killing Tianyi, killing everyone who is a little dangerous to himself!

"I'm going to kill you!" An angry roar came out of Yan Yun's mouth, and then he saw Yan Yun turn into a black shadow and go directly in front of the man in the suit.

A sonic boom sounded, Yan Yun's silver cold stick fell, and the man in the suit fell. And the people around him held their breath.

Blood shot out of his face, and a burst of crazy laughter came out of Yan Yun's mouth.

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha!"

Yan Yun laughed loudly, making the people around him hear it clearly. And Yan Yun slowly stepped back, and every time he took a step back, the people surrounding Yan Yun were beaten by silver sticks or hit to the ground.

After withdrawing three steps, Yan Yun's black robe was already soaked with blood, but Yan Yun ignored it, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and pointed at Bilian with a silver cold stick and said, "Don't worry, I will protect you!" I won't let you leave me! ”

After that, Yan Yun walked in the direction of Bi Lian, and the people in suits around him looked at Yan Yun, and no one stopped him for a while, and when Yan Yun walked in front of Bi Lian, Bi Lian, who was dressed in an emerald green robe, suddenly shook in her heart, and wanted to say something, but felt that she couldn't say anything.

Looking at Bilian Yu Mo's six-point similar appearance, Yan Yun subconsciously took a step back, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face again.

Quiet, unusually quiet at the moment, after quiet, a strange atmosphere spread on Yan Yun's body, is it joy? Is it anger? Is it sad? That's right, it's sad, it's sad.

The silver cold stick in his hand rolled out a ring, and Yan Yun walked slowly past Bi Lian's side.

And at this time, the killing continued. Blood flowed out of his body, and Yan Yun felt weak, but more than that, he felt a kind of madness! It's a thirst for blood!