"It's useless. The leader of your Tiankui Sect has been crushed by our sect master among the rocks. I want to find them to save you. It's just wishful thinking."
When the young man saw this, he sneered, and the sound was so loud that the whole party could hear it.
As soon as these words came out, the people who gathered in the silver-red town outside Tiankuizong's gate looked at Luo Yu differently.
Killed the Tiankui clan leader?
Was such a strong person killed?
It seems that the power of this silver-red town is about to change.
Everyone looked at Luo Yu with slightly twitching expressions.
I saw Luo Yu following Xiao Yin and Pi Xiu in Kuizong that day, slowly stroking Xiao Hong in his arms, stepping on the bright red blood of the enemy, and walking towards the main hall of Tian Kuizong step by step with cold body.
And go.
That aura of solemnity, that aura of indifference.
That mysterious body that makes it impossible to see any clue of strength...
The iron-blooded face was as cold as ice. She stepped on the blood and screamed around her. Her black hair was flying, cold and ruthless.
They went on a killing spree, and no one was left alive wherever Xiaoyin and Tunyun Paixiu went.
Just like the sickle of death, it cuts away row after row, leaving no trace of survival.
"What, you...you...our sect master..." The three sect masters of Tiankui Sect exclaimed. Their sect master is dead and was killed by the master of Zhongwu Sect. This...
The exclamations still lingered in the air, and the three sect leaders spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Lowering his head, Xiao Yin's claws slashed across his chest, causing blood to burst out.
"Three sect masters, three sect masters..." The Tiankui sect members, who were already running for their lives in panic, shouted in horror when they saw this.
Their three sect leaders just met each other... and...
Oh my god, how powerful is this martial sect leader? How powerful is this monster?
Walking coldly to the top of Tiankuizong's main hall, Luo Yu looked up at the golden-red plaque, rolled his eyes and waved his sleeves.
"Bang." Tiankuizong's golden plaque was shattered into pieces.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Luo Yu turned around, standing high above him, his cold eyes scanning the killing field below.
There was a cold look on his eyebrows: "If you dare to bully me into joining the Martial Arts Sect, this is the price. From today on, Tian Kuizong will remove his name forever."
The autumn wind is flying, and the curtains are rolled up with these words, flying thousands of miles high in the sky.