It was Lin Yuan's Haoran sword, which clicked on Qian Yuan's horizontal sword countless times in an instant.

Qian Yuan's long sword can be regarded as a sharp long sword, but Lin Yuan's Haoran sword was once used as an accessory of Song Changqing, the master of the Southern Courtyard, and naturally it is not comparable to an ordinary long sword.

But he soon regretted his move.

Because of the horizontal attack with both arms, the speed of Lin Yuan's attack was extremely fast, and his arms were touched by the tip of the sword, but it was as if he had been smashed countless times by a siege hammer, and his arm bones were painfully cracked, as if they were broken apart.

At the same time, a layer of dark blue sword qi true yuan like a maggot on the tarsal bone diffused from the place where the tip of the sword struck, instantly covering the surface of Qian Yuan's long sword, as if it was coated with a layer of blue water, making his arms and hands stiffen.

At this time, since Lin Yuan had been fighting for a long time, he had developed a method that he had studied by himself, using his true element to entangle the other party and form a binding force.

And his figure, which originally took the initiative to retreat, has lost the chic and calm of the light exercise method at this time.

The body trembles!

Keep your feet off the ground!

Lean back!

It looks more like a punching bag that has been whipped constantly.

And what made his soul fly out of the sky was that the liliang that came from the dark blue long sword was actually faster than the other, one sword was more domineering than the other, and one sword was more powerful than the other, and in the blink of an eye, fifty-six swords had already been pierced, and his True Yuan long sword was almost pierced.

"What the fuck are you doing in a daze? side by side, do this inexplicable little crumb!" Qian Yuan's soul flew out of the sky, and he drank violently while retreating sharply.

And it wasn't until this time that the other disciples of the Qian family reacted.

They shot.

In an instant, a screaming sound broke through the air, and all kinds of strange weapons shrouded towards the edge of the forest.

"Lin Yuan be careful!" Mo Yanran couldn't help but remind him.

"Despicable!" The woman next to her also raised her heart at this moment.

However, the hearts of the two girls of the Qingyuan Sect that almost jumped out of their throats fell back into their stomachs in the next instant.

Because Lin Yuan decisively gave up the pursuit of Qian Yuan.

The 'Cloud Treading Footwork' body method exploded, and the dark blue figure of Lin Yuan's cyan shirt carrier flickered in place, differentiating into more than a dozen phantoms, in the edge of this empty desolate forest, it appeared even more vague and ethereal, and lightning avoided the rainstorm-like weapon and pounced into the disciples of the Qian family.

Like a flock of sheep!

Then, a massacre unfolded.

'Poof!'

The sword light flickered, and a fountain of blood rose into the sky.

Accompanied by the head of a disciple of the Qian family who opened his eyes wide in horror that flew up.

Fiery blood spurted out of the headless body, and several disciples of the Qian family next to them were poured on their heads, the blood blurred their vision, and the unprecedented fear choked their throats like the hand of death, and they instinctively wanted to open their mouths and exclaim......

But at the same time, there was a chill in their throats like the icy kiss of death, and they lost the ability to speak forever.

Where had they ever seen such a bloody scene, the two women of the Qingyuan Sect were all retching there, and their whole bodies were even pale and weak.

Since Lin Yuan decided to kill a few people, he naturally wouldn't keep his hands, such a martial artist and character, Lin Yuan knew very well, if he didn't solve it at this time, it would be a trouble to stay for later-

In the eyes of others, it was Lin Yuan's long sword, with a fluctuating dark blue sword aura, which skipped the throats of the two of them, leaving a shallow white mark, which ended their lives, and made Zuihou's ugly and fearful expression condense on the faces of the two people.

"No......" a child of the Qian family exclaimed.

But before he could finish speaking. In the next moment, the sword light that the Haoran Sword bearer could not ignore skimmed his throat.

"Everyone, disperse!" another disciple of the Qian family shouted.

Then, the sword light flickered, Lin Yuan's Haoran sword did not stop at all, and his life ended.

"Don't, spare my life, I was wrong!"

"You can't kill us, we are the disciples of the Qian family, the people of Tianluo County, if you kill us, the Qian family will not let you go!

"Demon, you demon who slaughtered humans!"

The indescribable terrifying death pressure, one after another rushed to the sky, made all the courage of these disciples of the Qian family to resist disappear in an instant, at this moment, they no longer had the arrogance and domineering before, one by one the ugliness was exposed, some knelt down and begged for mercy, some people threatened fiercely, and some people unwillingly issued a resentful curse!

In a short moment, Lin Yuan was erratic in the crowd, and if he didn't strike a sword, it meant the end of a life, and in an instant, there were not many children left of the Qian family.

However, Lin Yuan's face was calm, his steps were light, and he had no mercy at this moment.

Coming to this shijie, from the timid at the beginning, to the decisive killing now, Lin Yuan has gradually adapted to the cold law of this space, and has also adapted to it...... Kill! Kill the beast!

What's more, for such a group of scum, Lin Yuan also clearly saw and realized that he would never have any mercy.

Without any wavering, Lin Yuan seemed to be incarnated as a life reaper, his green shirt fluttered, his black hair was flying, the sword light was like electricity, the dark blue mysterious True Yuan sword qi splashed, and the ghost flickered in the crowd of Qian family disciples, and the dark blue True Yuan sword qi was unstoppably emanated, causing the temperature within hundreds of meters around to drop instantly.

This kind of True Yuan Sword Qi was extremely fatal to the disciples of the Qian family.

Lin Yuan deliberately transformed his True Yuan Sword Qi into Yin Attributes, just like the power of Taiyin, these Yin Attribute Sword Qi would make their bodies stiff, making their originally flexible arms and hands clumsy, and making their proud flexible body skills also become cumbersome, and their best advantages could not be brought into play, and the occasional weapon sword qi sent out was also swept away by the agitating sword light, which could not pose a threat to Lin Yuan at all.

All this is just a matter of two or three breaths.

Lin Yuan's figure broke through their blockade and passed by the only ten remaining disciples of the Qian family.

His black hair flew like a waterfall, his face was cold, his eyes were bright, his cyan robe was fluttering backwards, his body was like an arrow, and the dazzling sword light in the sky turned into a cold star again, and the lightning rushed towards the thousand yuan behind the children of the Qian family.

And at this time, Qianyuan has just recovered his appearance.

He didn't even have time to take a deep breath, and the dark blue sword light that made him cold all over his body actually pressed in front of him again.

More than a dozen disciples of the Qian family did not buy him even one more second of adjustment time, and the shadow of death came mercilessly.

"You...... It's too much of a deception!" Qian Yuan struggled frantically like a wounded beast.

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