The voice fell, Lin Qinghan took out a dark red sheathed long sword from the empty ring, lightly pressed his five fingers on the hilt of the sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Han Chen, the dark eyes hidden behind the eyelids burst out with a fierce cold light.

Han Chen looked at this scene lightly, his face was calm, he was holding the wolf tooth sword, he lifted his steps, stepped out, his body trembled slightly, and he became illusory.

The phantom step was cast, and Han Chen's speed was extremely fast, like a glimpse of floating light, and he could only capture a faint afterimage.

The afterimage swept past the dozen or so Nether Sect disciples.

Poof, poof

In a flash of cold light, the bodies of the four Netherworld Sect disciples shook violently, their pupils instantly dilated, and they raised their hands to cover their necks, but the red blood flowed out from between their fingers, and their vitality dissipated, and the four of them fell directly to the ground.

Kill four people with a single sword.

Han Chen didn't pay any attention to the other disciples of the Netherworld Sect who were full of horror and quickly retreated, his speed did not decrease, he turned into a bolt of lightning, and with a wave of his sword, he tore through the air and slashed towards Lin Qinghan.

Lin Qinghan's eyes suddenly exploded, and the pressing cold light burst out as if it were substance.

"Look for death!"

A low roar, a terrifying aura, like a volcano, erupted from his body, sweeping all around.

Liang Kun, who was closest to him, turned pale, and he was directly shocked by this breath.

Liang Kun in mid-air looked at Lin Qinghan with a shocked face. At the same time, Hua Qingwu, Feng Ming, Xiao Bieli and others were also full of horror in their eyes.

Everyone was in the half-step Sword King Realm, and the moment they felt this breath. They also finally knew what level Lin Qinghan's cultivation had reached.

"Half-step Sword King Peak" Han Chen's eyes also narrowed slightly.

Lin Qinghan actually reached the peak of the half-step Sword King, which surprised him a little, but he was immediately relieved.

No wonder when he was in Biyu Tower that day, this Lin Qinghan would have such a disdainful attitude.

With his half-step Sword King peak realm cultivation, Feng Ming, Xiao Bieli and others did not pose the slightest threat at all, and he alone could completely sweep everyone.

Not to mention, except for him. There are also the stronger Nie Wufeng and Ye Youming.

Such a lineup. Mo said that there are only a few people in the two sects of the Hidden Blood Sect and the Jade Emperor Pavilion, even if there are more than double, there is no threat at all, and they can be wiped out with a single hand.

It's just that. They met Han Chen.

Swish!

Lin Qinghan took a step forward. Draw your sword and unsheath it. A dark red sword light, like the remnant sun stained with blood, pierced the air. Greet Han Chen.

Clang!

The two swords collided, sparks flew in all directions, and a deafening sound erupted.

The astonishing strength turned into a circle of shock waves, centered on the two of them, spreading out to all sides, directly covering a radius of 100 meters, and where they passed, the ground instantly cracked, debris shot out, and dust flew up.

The people around were shocked, and they hurriedly withdrew from the battle circle.

With a flick of Han Chen's wrist, the power of the counterattack was instantly removed, his body did not retreat but advanced, the sword light flashed, and a sword pierced through the void and stabbed straight out.

Lin Qinghan also did not retreat, and also met him with a sword.

Clang!

In the deafening sound, the two of them shook hard again, their energy was agitated, and a roar erupted from the ground under their feet, and the cracked ground exploded.

Bell, bell, bell

The deafening sound of the clash of fine iron came out from the dust in the sky, and the roar of the earth was endless, never stopping.

Looking at such an astonishing might, whether it was the disciples of the Netherworld Sect, or Feng Ming, Xiao Bieli and others, they were all stunned.

"It's so strong!" Lu Cang swallowed his saliva and smacked his tongue.

"Don't be stunned, do it!"

Feng Ming's gaze swept towards the Netherworld Sect disciples not far away, and then moved to Liang Kun, whose face was slightly pale, the cold light in his eyes soared, and with a low shout, he jumped and raised his sword to shoot.

Hearing this, Xiao Bieli and the others also came back to their senses.

At this time, the disciples of the Netherworld Sect, after being killed by Han Chen, the number of disciples was greatly reduced, and there were only nine people left, even if Liang Kun was added, there were only ten people.

On their side, there are eight people, although they are slightly inferior in number, but in terms of overall strength, they are not inferior to each other in any way.

Xiao Bieli, Hua Qingwu and others, following Feng Ming, drew their swords and attacked the Netherworld Sect and others.

At this time, the Netherworld Sect and the others were still in shock, and they couldn't react for a while, and they immediately suffered a big loss.

Boom

The sharp sword light struck vertically and horizontally, and a disciple of the Netherworld Sect didn't have time to dodge, blood was thrown, and he was killed in an instant.

Liang Kun and the remaining eight people, frightened in their hearts, immediately raised their swords to fight.

It's just that at this time, they have lost the opportunity, and they have lost one more person, how can they be the opponents of everyone.

After a few breaths, Xiao Bieli joined forces with everyone, instantly grabbed a flaw in one person, swung away the opponent's long sword with a sword, and then stepped forward, his left hand clenched into a fist, and a punch hit the opponent's throat.

Under the improvement of the mortal red desolate fruit, although there is still a great distance from Han Chen, his physical strength should not be underestimated, and the power of one punch is seventy or eighty thousand catties.

This Netherworld Sect disciple has neither cultivated the body refining technique, nor has he devoured the Red Desolate Fruit, and his physical strength is only average, how can he withstand such a punch.

With a 'click', his throat was directly broken by Xiao Bieli's punch, blood gushed out, and his head flew high and rolled aside.

With a punch, Xiao Bieli didn't stop speeding, his body turned, and his sword came out like a dragon, attacking another person.

The decrease in the number of people meant that everyone's offensive became more and more fierce, and the pressure of the Netherworld Sect and others also became greater.

Soon, Hua Qingwu waved his horizontal sword and killed one person.

At this time, the overall situation had been decided, and the Netherworld Sect and the others no longer had the slightest strength to fight back.

After the Flower Light Dance, after only a few breaths of effort, two more Netherworld Sect disciples were killed, and Feng Ming and the others, except for the two Jade Emperor Pavilion disciples, who were slightly injured, were not damaged at all.

"Liang Kun, you colluded with the Netherworld Sect and betrayed your fellow disciples, today, I will take the master and clean up the portal!" Feng Ming's eyes were cold, and he roared angrily.

"I'm not wrong, you all brought it on yourself," Liang Kun roared with a hideous face.

"Stubborn!" Feng Ming didn't bother to talk to him, his mind was restrained, and the offensive became more intense.

Liang Kun's strength was not as good as Feng Ming, plus he was shocked by Lin Qinghan's breath before, at this time, seeing the disciples of the Netherworld Sect being killed one by one, it was already a mess, and there was no discipline at all to make a move, and in the face of Feng Ming's attack, he didn't have the slightest power to fight back, so he could only keep dodging left and right, and use his sword to resist.

In this regard, Feng Ming did not show the slightest mercy at all.

In the past, although everyone didn't treat Liang Kun very well, he was also a disciple of the same sect, but this Liang Kun actually colluded with the Netherworld Sect to trap and kill everyone, which is not forgivable at all.

Feng Ming took out his sword like the wind, sword after sword, without the slightest pause, and Liang Kun, who was shocked, kept retreating.

"Give me a hand!" Feng Ming grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slashed down angrily from left to right.

An astonishing breath burst out, and the air was torn apart.

Liang Kun's eyes were horrified, and he wanted to dodge, but it was too late, so he could only grit his teeth, and the long sword was erected, sticking to his side, trying to block it.

It's just that he underestimated Feng Ming's current strength. Under the tempering of the mortal red desolate fruit, his physical strength has also increased a lot, and his strength is stronger than that of Xiao Bieli, reaching the level of 100,000 catties.

At this time, a sword slashed out, it was the true yuan and physical strength in his body, surging together, the strongest sword that burst out, how could Liang Kun stop it!

Clang!

In the deafening sound, Liang Kun's body shook fiercely, his face turned red like blood, he raised his head and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out like a cannonball.

In the air, Liang Kun's face was pale and bloodless, he raised his head and glanced at Feng Ming resentfully, then forcibly endured the severe pain in his body, twisted his waist and hips, and fell to the ground, and then forced Zhenyuan to escape.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

But it was Wei Qing.

"Betraying the master, you deserve to die!"

The voice fell, Wei Qing's wrist flicked, and the long sword was swung out.

Poof

Liang Kun's pupils suddenly tightened, only to feel a sharp pain coming from his neck, he wanted to cover his neck, but his vision was blurred, his strength dissipated, and his body fell, forever falling into endless darkness. (To be continued......)

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