Looking at the young man who was like a ghost and suddenly appeared beside her, not only the girl was stunned, but even the many Nanyang Mountain monks who were rushing towards this place also moved. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But then, these figures flashed, and they surrounded the young man and the girl.

And the young man who suddenly appeared was naturally Ling Yi.

"You...... Who are you! ”

Blood was dripping from the corner of the girl's mouth, and she looked at Ling Yi and asked in astonishment.

Ling Yi tilted his head and took a deep breath, and when he looked at the girl again, the tears in his eyes had disappeared.

"It's the same end of the world." Just listen to him smile and speak.

Without waiting for the girl to answer, he snatched the dagger from the girl's hand with a flip of his left hand, and hugged the girl's waist in exclamation.

"Let's go, I'll take you to kill."

After speaking, he raised the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and his body turned in place.

"Shhhh

A circle of sharp cyan sword rays centered on him and slammed open.

"Puff puff ......"

With just this blow, the dozens of Nanyang Mountain monks who surrounded the two of them were beheaded one after another, and the blood suddenly rained down.

These people did not die immediately, looking down at half of their bodies and the organs flowing out, there was a trace of horror in their eyes, and then a series of terrible screams came.

"Ah......h

In the blink of an eye, their consciousness gradually blurred, and then the sound of falling to the ground sounded.

"Bold, dare to stop my Nanyang Mountain from acting and kill him."

In the distance, the long-haired old man standing in the air with his hands behind his back had a cold gaze, and looked at Ling Yi with murderous intent.

After his words fell, dozens of Nanyang Mountain monks surrounded him, and as soon as Fang approached, these people had a lot of spells in their hands, and all kinds of spiritual light were about to drown Ling Yi and the girl among them in an instant.

"Huh!"

Ling Yi's body was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and the blue light flashed and suddenly disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already in front of several Foundation Monks.

"Groan!"

A pleasant sound of the sword sounded, and several people in front of him still maintained the posture of urging the spell, but then their eyes glared, and a blood line appeared on their necks.

Immediately, several good heads rolled down, and blood spurted out like a pillar of a thousand feet.

At this time, the girl who was still in Ling Yi's arms, watching these Nanyang Mountain monks being easily killed, finally reacted.

The tears in the eyes are like pearls with broken threads, falling one by one. In her mouth, she also let out a low cry, as if the humiliation in her heart had been vented.

Ling Yi was just like the Nanyang Mountain monk who had slaughtered Tianyun City at the beginning, under the flickering of his body, no one could resist his one-and-a-half moves. The three-foot blue blade slashed through, and it could always take several lives.

A cultivator in the early stage of the Ning Dan Realm was just about to burst back, and with a "poof", a blood flower suddenly appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and his head was pierced.

And an old man in the late stage of foundation building is prompting a small ice crystal shield to block his head. With the next breath, a sword light slashed from top to bottom.

"Shhhh

This person, along with the small shield of ice crystals, was split in half. After splitting from the center of the eyebrows, two halves of the body fell, blood splattered in the air.

Ling also didn't have gorgeous sword moves, each style was extremely simple, just like a mortal's martial arts. But even so, no one could stop him.

The blood is red, and the killing is cruel. But this time, unlike the previous self-explosion of the Xia family, it was the invincible Nanyang Mountain monk who was slaughtered one-sidedly.

Looking at the bloody scene, the girl's body trembled uncontrollably. The hatred, grievances, and anger in her heart could no longer be contained, and they were all vented in a mournful cry.

"Let's ...... away"

After about ten breaths, hundreds of Nanyang Mountain monks had already been slaughtered by as many as half, and now there were less than two hundred left. Everyone looked frightened, and without the slightest hesitation, they turned around and immediately fled into the distance.

Ling Yi's eyes were cold, looking at the scattered and fleeing people, his arm was raised high, and with a twist of his wrist, he suddenly pulled out a gorgeous sword flower above his head.

Then his arm shook, and his mana was like a flood of catharsis.

"Woo Woo ......"

I saw that the gorgeous sword flowers were in full bloom, and illusory blue light, with Ling Yi as the center, burst out.

A series of sharp swords sounded into the flesh, and bright blood flowers appeared, accompanied by a terrible scream.

Everyone who fled lowered their heads one after another, and saw that under a flash of blue light on their chests, a transparent hole appeared in front and back, and then their bodies were planted one after another.

With just this blow, none of the escaped Nanyang Mountain monks survived.

"Ling Yi, it's you!"

Seeing this scene, an angry voice sounded, and the long-haired old man standing in the distance looked at Ling Yi with a shocked expression. At this time, he finally recognized this sword cultivator who was ranked first on the Nanyang Mountain lore list.

Ling Yi raised his head and glanced at him faintly, then threw his arm.

"Whew!"

The three-foot green peak in his hand turned into a streamer of light and shot out. At the same time, the long-haired old man's expression changed again, and without thinking about it, he took out a yellow talisman and crushed it.

"Boom!"

The moment the talisman burst open, it immediately turned into a brass bell and enveloped him.

"Ding!"

When the three-foot green peak was tattooed on the big bell, a crisp sound was immediately heard.

However, the long-haired old man didn't have time to rejoice, and with a "click", the brass bell actually cracked a finger-thick gap.

Ling Yi turned his wrist, and the three-foot Qingfeng suddenly shot forward, and then in a detour, with a lightning speed, it stabbed the brass bell again.

"Wave!"

This time, under this powerful blow, the brass bell was overwhelmed and shattered into pieces of spiritual light.

"Shhh

The old man gasped, and his body shook, and he was about to flee into the distance. This person had once inflicted heavy damage on the Infant Transformation Realm cultivator, and he was definitely not his opponent.

However, as soon as he was about to make a move, his body suddenly stiffened, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

I saw a suspended three-foot green peak, which had quietly pressed against his eyebrows. The long-haired old man's forehead was punctured with a small opening, and a wisp of blood dripped down the tip of his nose.

Ling Yi hugged the girl and walked slowly towards the old man. Finally, he grabbed the girl's jade hand and held it on the hilt of the three-foot Qingfeng.

How could the long-haired old man be restrained, the mana was agitated, and his body was about to explode backwards.

But suddenly, the three-foot Qingfeng against the center of his eyebrows penetrated half an inch deep into his flesh, and the old man looked horrified, and finally did not dare to move half a minute.

Looking at the culprit who ordered the slaughter of all the Xia family, the girl's body trembled.

She remembered the woman who had been bombarded by dozens of foundation-building monks. I thought of the middle-aged monk who was desperately trying to blow himself up, and he also wanted to pull the monks of Nanyang Mountain to die together. I also remembered the clansmen who rushed out like moths to the fire just for her last time.

Now the long-haired old man was under her sword, and with a little force, she could kill him.

"I'm going to kill you!"

The girl's hoarse cry was full of grief and indignation, as if she was comforting the souls of the clansmen in heaven.

"Poof!"

She jerked her palm forward.

I saw the long-haired old man open his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything. Its body fell from mid-air, turning into a cold corpse.

With this sword, the girl seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and after killing the long-haired old man, her delicate body was soft and she fainted in Ling Yi's arms.