Wow!

Barely fell to the ground, Wen Qingye spurted out another mouthful of red blood, even so, he still felt dizzy and dizzy.

The power of that Demon Cloud Dao was indeed not to be underestimated.

"Ah--!h

Just when Wen Qingye and the masters of Qingfeng Mountain were steady, suddenly, a terrible scream reached everyone's ears, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts and their teeth were sore.

Everyone hurriedly looked over, only to see that in the smoke and dust, Jiang Hong's figure gradually appeared.

At this moment, his clothes are still neat, but his face is extremely pale, which makes people feel that the coldness is constantly spreading.

Demon Yu's pupils trembled extremely much, and he secretly exclaimed: "His strength is so strong that even the masters of the Nine Heavens Peak of the Life and Death Realm are so embarrassed?"

"What the hell is this kid?"

"is so young, can he force the deputy owner of the village to be like this, I'm afraid it's just the son of Hanshan."

"The son of Hanshan is extremely high in cultivation, and he is alone in my Southern Wind Domain, I have seen his face, but it is definitely not the son in front of me."

.........

The master of Qingfeng Mountain looked at Wen Qingye, and the shock in his heart was like a tide, surging and endless.

Jiang Hong trembled and took a few steps forward, his body was shaky, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at Wen Qingye.

"Boy, what kind of Dao are you cultivating? It is mixed with such a powerful dark energy? If it weren't for the fact that the old man had a dark armor, he might really die in your hands."

In the storm of Fang Cai's vitality, mixed with several dark energies, he rushed towards Jiang Hong frantically, and rushed directly into his body, among the internal organs, if it weren't for the dark armor in his body, he might really die on the spot.

This dark armor is a mid-level treasure of spiritual products, a treasure armor that specializes in protecting the internal organs, but Rao is like this, he still suffered a lot of injuries.

At this moment, Wen Qingye really felt dizzy, and his body rushed up because of the sequelae of huge consumption, but he just looked at Jiang Hong in front of him coldly, and didn't say a word.

"You don't say it, do you? Okay, then you never have to say it."

Jiang Hong gritted his teeth and reluctantly suppressed the injuries in his body, he knew that he was uncomfortable, and that kid was even more uncomfortable, not only was his body seriously injured, but it was estimated that his vitality was also exhausted, so this moment was the opportunity to kill that kid in one fell swoop.

The way of immortality played a role, and the endless vitality was fed back to the sea of qi in less than a moment, Wen Qingye instantly felt that the sea of qi was full of vitality, but the sequelae of forcibly casting the second roar of the Tianxiao Emperor Fist still did not dissipate.

But Wen Qingye saw that Jiang Hong was still the same, his face was still indifferent, and he stretched out his hand to his back.

Neither stretched out to the Yinian Sword, nor the Bladeless Heavy Sword, but the Zhu Immortal, one of the four peerless swords.

When Wen Qingye's arm touched the Zhuxian Sword, one of the four peerless swords, suddenly a purple fragrance to the extreme shone brightly.

Everyone present looked at Wen Qingye's arm, and for a moment, it felt like they had entered the abyss, and death had come, this feeling was extremely wonderful, as if the human spirit had left the body at that moment, and this feeling was the most obvious manifestation of Jiang Hong.

Cold sweat continued to flow down his forehead, and he felt as if the crisis was looming, and death was spreading.

What the hell is going on? Could it be the sword on the boy's back?

Jiang Hong looked at the hilt of the sword behind Wen Qingye's back, and couldn't help but secretly guess.

Scold!

With a crisp sound of sword groaning, a glass-like light sprinkled on this piece of heaven and earth, without killing intent, without coldness, as if it was just that ordinary light.

A very simple long sword appeared in Wen Qingye's hand, and everyone couldn't help but look at the sword.

"Trick up!"

Jiang Hong snorted coldly, the vitality in his hand gathered, and he slapped Wen Qingye in front of him with one palm.

Bang!

Above the sky, a black palm print pressed down towards Wen Qingye, like a towering mountain, mercilessly, and the air made a trembling sound.

Originally, everyone thought that Wen Qingye, who was too injured and over-consumed, should be very frightened and panicked, but to everyone's disappointment, it was not the case.

I saw Wen Qingye raise his head, calmly looking at the handprint with the power of brilliance, his arm raised slightly, and then moved with the Zhuxian Sword on his palm.

Airplanes!

There was also a soft groan that crossed the sky, and the sound seemed to be from the Nine Heavens, ethereal, hazy.

Immediately after, a purple-gold light erupted from the edge of the blade, and the moment the sword appeared, the earth seemed to tremble with fear.

Zhu Xian!

There are many immortals who died on this sword, and the immortals are even more corpses and bones, and I don't know how many.

The sword flashed by, and the air really appeared a little distorted, not just a slight distortion as before, but this time there was really a slight distortion.

Phew!

The purple-gold sword light smoothed through, and the palm print was instantly cut in half, turning into the vitality between heaven and earth, and dissipating completely.

Wen Qingye raised his sword and slashed flatly, as if it was a matter of an instant, and the surroundings were still calm, only the palm prints that kept dissipating, as if to tell everyone what had happened just now.

Looking at Wen Qingye, who was holding the sword with one hand, Mount Tai collapsed in front and did not change color, everyone's minds were blank and fell into chaos.

In the world, there really is such a sharp sword!?

The wind blew slowly.

And it was Jiang Hong who came back to his senses first.

"You... You!"

Jiang Hong pointed his finger directly at Wen Qingye in front of him, a frightened look appeared on his face, and then he looked at the sword in Wen Qingye's hand, revealing a trace of greed.

Wen Qingye glanced at the people around him with an indifferent face, and said, "None of you who saw this sword today will survive."

Jiang Hong frowned, and said angrily: "You dare! I'll tell you, boy, we are from Qingfeng Mountain."

Wen Qingye stopped talking, and with a kick of his footsteps, his body disappeared from everyone's sight like a cold breeze.

Burst!

A stream of blood gushed up like a pillar, brilliant and beautiful.

Then a body fell to the ground, his blood still hot compared to the cold valley.

"It's not good, this kid is crazy, let's run" A master of Qingfeng Mountain couldn't help but shout when he saw Wen Qingye coming.

Without him shouting, the masters of the surrounding Qingfeng Mountains were already frantically fleeing into the distance, but how could Wen Qingye's speed be comparable to them.

Puff puff puff.....

On the starless and moonless night, Wen Qingye shuttled through the night, like a ghost, and everywhere he passed, corpses accompanied by the most beautiful flowers in the world, and then fell down one after another.

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