The word "博" came from Liu Feng's mouth, and then he saw two headless corpses on the ground and the sky.

After a long breath of turbid air, Liu Feng looked at the Broken Soul face that was piercing the four people together, and there was a strong excitement on his face.

"Kill me clean and come back!" He opened his mouth and swallowed the shrinking broken soul into his mouth. Liu Feng directly turned into a white light and disappeared into the south.

When Liufeng disappeared, the huge oppression brought by the soul-breaking was swept away, and people in thousands of suits naturally began to massacre.

When Yan Yun found that the most powerful person had left, he breathed a sigh of relief on the spot. As soon as he stood up, Yan Yun took the silver cold stick and beat the person in the suits around him who had not recovered.

Under two sticks, the two fell to the ground without any resistance, and the people from the five forces immediately found the right opportunity to start fighting back when they saw this scene.

After killing six people who did not react in a row, Yan Yun did not stop his movements, but continued to pounce forward. Seeing Yan Yun so crazy, the rest of the people also slaughtered, and were extremely shocked. When did such a monster appear in the younger generation? Although the silver cold stick in the young man's hand was a bit weird, the fact that he had just entered the Qi Realm was there!

"Kill him for me!" Seeing Yan Yun's vulgar eyes becoming so strange, a person from the sixth stage of the qi roared. Now that there are so many people, he doesn't believe that Yan Yun can beat a thousand people at one time!

"Kill!"

"Go together!"

After some people ordered, the people in the suits around them were not saying anything polite, and seventy or eighty people rushed towards Yan Yun in a row.

The weapons of the 18th squad appeared in the hands of these seventy or eighty people, and Yan Yundan made a stick to the wind and scratch it.

The stick shadows are constantly on the back, Yan Yunqiang gritted his teeth and persisted. You must know that every second he persisted means that someone in the suit died. As long as he persisted, he had hope of living!

"Good, good!" Looking at the twenty or thirty people who died beside Yan Yun, a lay Buddhist in Wolong Temple shook his head and said lightly. The middle-aged man beside Tian Yi frowned slightly when he saw this scene. The Zhengfu Army had already died completely, and the demon clan was already a dam eaten by termites.

In one second, ten seconds, twenty seconds, Yan Yun tirelessly harvested the silver cold stick in his hand and harvested the fate of the people in the suits around him. Blood flowed and flesh flew everywhere. Yan Yun did not feel any discomfort, but deeply experienced a kind of pleasure, a kind of pleasure that completely released himself! A special artistic conception also slowly began to appear.

Kill! Kill! Kill! This is the word that Yan Yun is constantly repeating in his mind now, one that makes Yan Yun not think about the right or wrong, and one that allows Yan Yun to not consider the consequences!

"Stop it!!!" Just as this killing atmosphere began to spread, a woman's voice sounded from the direction of Wolong Temple.

The sound was crisp, like nectar, and Yan Yun couldn't help but look at him when he heard this sound.

The speaker was a woman, wearing a light green robe, and her blood-stained eyes begged to look at the people around her who knew how to fight.

"Mo Cai?" Looking at Bi Lian in the distance, Yan Yun said with a hint of confusion, but before the words were finished, Yan Yun felt that some sharp blade penetrated his chest and brought a hint of coldness.

"Die me!" A man's slightly naughty voice sounded in his ears. Yan Yun looked back and saw that it was a middle-aged man in a suit.

At this moment, the middle-aged man held a wide long sword in his hand, and most of the sword body had pierced Yan Yun's body.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Yan Yun looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and waved the silver cold stick in his hand without hesitation.

Seeing the Yin Han stick fall, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Yan Yun could still take action after being stabbed with a sword. When the middle-aged man reacted, Yan Yun could no longer dodge the stick.

With a "buzz", the middle-aged man was completely stunned. This stick was far beyond his imagination, so when Yan Yun dropped the second stick, he still did not wake up.

With one stick, Yan Yun smiled a little more, and with two sticks, Yan Yun smiled at the middle-aged man's concave head. When the third stick hit completely knocked the middle-aged man's head, the smile on Yan Yun's face was already extremely strong, a kind of thick look that made people look cold.

The middle-aged man fell down weakly. Yan Yun's face was full of smiles and pulled out the wide long sword that had penetrated into his chest.

Putting the broad long sword into Sumi's sleeve, Yan Yun pointed at a suit man who was about to sneak attack Bilian with a silver cold stick, and the murderous intent in his eyes was already extremely strong!

For some reason, the man in the suit pointed at by Yan Yun suddenly became scared. He was not afraid that the person in front of him had become so strong, but felt that he suddenly became very small and could not have the courage to resist in front of Yan Yun.

Covering his chest, Yan Yun smiled at the man's panicked face. He laughed loudly, very happy, killed Tianyi and everyone who was a little dangerous to him!

"I want to kill you!" A roar came out of Yan Yun's mouth, and then he saw Yan Yun turn into a black shadow and directly approaching the man in the suit.

The sound of sonic boom sounded, Yan Yun's silver cold stick fell down, and the man in the suit fell down. The people around him held their breath.

Blood shot onto his face, and a crazy laugh came from Yan Yun's mouth.

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha!"

Yan Yun laughed loudly, allowing people around him to hear clearly. Yan Yun slowly stepped back. Every time he took a step back, the person surrounding Yan Yun was beaten by Yinhan stick or to the ground.

After three steps, Yan Yun's black robe was already wet with blood, but Yan Yun ignored it and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. Yin Han stick pointed at Bi Lian and said, "Don't worry, I will protect you! I won't let you leave me!"

After saying that, Yan Yun walked towards Bi Lian. The people in the suits around him looked at Yan Yun, but no one stopped him for a while. When Yan Yun walked to Bi Lian, Bi Lian, wearing a green robe, suddenly shook his heart. He wanted to say something, but felt that he couldn't say anything.

Looking at Bi Lian Yu Molei's six-point similar appearance, Yan Yun subconsciously took a step back, and a trace of self-mockery appeared on his face again.

Quiet, it is extremely quiet at this moment. After the silence, a strange atmosphere spreads on Yan Yun. Is it joy, anger, sadness? Yes, sadness, sorrow.

A ring rolled out of the silver cold stick in his hand, and Yan Yun walked slowly over Bi Lian.

At this time, the killing continued to begin. Blood flowed out of the body, Yan Yun felt weak, but more of it felt like a kind of madness! It was a desire for blood!

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Chapter completed!