What the?

As soon as they saw this blood-colored knife light burst out of their chests, everyone was taken aback fiercely, no one thought that such a situation would happen, and there was a sharp whistling sound that fell into Zhao Wouji's hand.

The blood-colored sword spun at a high speed in Zao Wou-Ki's hand, and even the surrounding space had a somewhat eerie taste.

Three Yin Killing Demon Knife!

"Help, help, save me!" Luo Ze's mouth made a faint sound, in the end, it was the strength of the True Yuan level, the vitality was incomparably strong, the heart burst and would not die for a while and a half, as long as he was treated, he could still recover.

"You're right, there aren't any human laws on this planet, so no one will care about you if you kill you!" Zhao Wuji's expression was indifferent, and his left hand suddenly waved.

Brush!

The blood-colored sword immediately burst out from Zao Wou-ki's palm and slashed into Luo Ze's head, and in an instant, Luo Ze completely lost all signs of life.

Kill with your hands and show no mercy.

Zhang Yue and everyone saw it in their eyes, everyone was frightened, they never expected that Zao Wouji's strength would be so terrifying, and they didn't expect that Zao Wou-Ki was very spicy and didn't take life in his eyes at all.

Those who see through life and death, disturb my heart, kill. Whoever messes with my heart, kill!

Zao Wou-Ki has never been a person who looks forward and backward, let go of his hands and feet, open his heart, and break all his worries and concerns, so that he understands the truth of heaven and earth, and this is the mentality of a strong man.

What's it to kill someone?

The blood-colored sword spun extremely fast in Zao Wou-ki's hand, and suddenly, Zao Wou-Ki's feet exerted force, and his body twisted and exploded, when he heard a boom, and Zao Wou-ki's whole person rushed up with Zhang Yue and a group of people.

Brush!

The blood-colored sword burst out, full of anger, and in one move, it was a full five blood-colored swords that burst out from Zao Wou-ki's left hand, and the surrounding air was even more gloomy, and everyone had a feeling as if they were possessed by a powerful ghost.

Snort!

Zhang Yue quickly staggered past Zao Wou-ki, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, but it was the blood-colored knife that slashed across his chest, and for a while, he only felt that his yin qi had entered his body, and his whole body seemed to be stiffened.

What kind of martial arts is this, the yin qi is so heavy!?

Zhang Yu's pupils suddenly contracted violently, and at this moment, he noticed that his situation was still quite good, and these people around him were still killed by Zhao Wuji.

Call!

Suddenly, Zao Wou-Ki's body twisted, and his whole body shook, like a thunderous sound, his fists and feet thundered, and suddenly erupted, these students were not Zao Wouji's opponents at all.

Although they are a realm higher than Zao Wou-ki, their experience in life-and-death combat is far less abundant than Zao Wou-ki, and they do not have Zao Wou-ki's natural powers.

In the blink of an eye, none of these students remained, and all of them died at the hands of Zao Wou-Ki.

Seeing that Zhao Wuji's gaze fell on his body, Zhang Yue was shocked, and suddenly took out a flying sword from the space ring, raised his hand, and in an instant, the wind was fierce, and a Dawsen sword mang, swallowing and spitting, suddenly turned into a three-foot spirit, like an autumn water stream, flying out.

Shout!

The speed of this flying sword was extremely fast, like a dragon and snake taking off from the land, and it contained a murderous aura, and it went straight to Zao Wouji's heart.

"Zao Wou-ki! be careful, this is a flying sword artifact!"

Yang Muxue was shocked!

"Flying Sword Spirit Weapon, this guy actually has a Flying Sword Spirit Weapon on his body!"

Zao Wouji's eyes opened and closed, but he also knew that the power of this flying sword was incomparable, and it was definitely not something that he could fight with his physical body now, but ......

This flying sword wants to kill itself, but it is not so easy.

Brush!

At the moment when the flying sword shot out, Zao Wou-ki's body suddenly twisted, but a violent wind also appeared on his body, and the flying sword was three inches around Zao Wou-ki's body, but the speed suddenly slowed down.

Harnessing the wind, this is also one of Zao Wou-ki's talents.

There was only a split second, and the speed of the flying sword slowed down, but Zao Wou-Ki also calmly dodged.

Syllable!

Not only did it dodge, but Zao Wou-ki's right hand directly held the hilt of the sword, this flying sword was like a dragon, and the moment it was held by Zao Wou-ki, he wanted to break away from Zao Wou-ki's hand.

It's just that this flying sword is either fast or extremely sharp, but it doesn't contain much power in itself.

This time, there was no way to break free from Zao Wou-ki's hands.

"What?"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yue's face changed suddenly, but he didn't expect that Zhao Wuji actually grabbed this spirit sword directly, his heart was agitated, and his right hand was a little empty, only to see that this flying sword suddenly shook, and suddenly dozens of sword shadows bloomed, carrying the wind and shooting towards Zhao Wouji.

He was wrapped all over his body and fell down.

Hum!

Zao Wou-Ki's nose let out a cold snort, and he didn't see any movement from Zao Wou-Ki, the sword qi of this flying sword had not completely fallen to Zao Wou-ki, but it seemed to have received an invisible force and directly dispersed it on the spot.

Harnessing the power of the wind, this flying sword, if it was used by a strong person, Zhao Wuji would definitely not dare to hold it so big, but this Zhang Yue could not exert the true power of this flying sword.

"The spirit weapon, it's not bad, I'll take it!"

Zhao Wuji sneered, his palm shook, and his spiritual thoughts directly drilled into the flying sword.

Airplanes!

Zhang Yue was shocked, and suddenly felt that the connection between this Ling Feng Sword and himself had been completely cut off, and Zhao Wuji's spiritual mind was domineering and domineering, and directly went to Zhang Yue's blood spirit and integrated it into his own mind.

Full fusion!

Zhang Yue's face changed completely, and he categorically didn't expect that his biggest hole card was in Zhao Wouji's hands like a child playing a game, and he easily snatched it away.

Escape!

A thought suddenly popped up in Zhang Yue's mind, and then, he turned his head and was about to run away, but when his body just moved, he found that his body was very stiff, as if he had completely lost his strength.

Then, Zhang Yue found that blood was shooting out frantically from his chest.

Injured?

This thought came to Zhang Yue's mind, and the expression on his face was even more sluggish: "When did you get hurt? why, I didn't feel it at all!"

"It's so slow, it's just as slow to fall!"

An indifferent voice echoed in Zhang Yue's ears.