1916. Chapter 1916 Attacking the Qionghua faction 4
The magic sword Wutian in Xuanyuan Yu's hand suddenly erupted with a black sword light of seven to eight feet, and swept through the air.
"Rumble--"
The clouds in the sky were billowing, turning from white to black, filled with a soul-stirring chill.
By the time Huang Quan passed through the center of thousands of foundation-building disciples, Xuanyuan Yu had also withdrawn the mighty Cold Demon Sword Qi.
Behind him, there was a crackling sound.
Ling Luo turned around and saw a very spectacular scene.
Among the thousands of foundation-building disciples of the Qionghua Sect, all those who were swept away by Yu's demonic blade, Wangtian, had their bodies covered with a layer of demonic black ice.
Black ice flowers bloom on the body of the cultivator. The scene is very magnificent and full of evil nature.
The moment Xuanyuan Yu put away the Broken Blade Wutian.
The black magic ice, with its surface covered with cracks, made a crisp sound and exploded.
What exploded and shattered was not only Yu's demonic black ice, but also the body of the cultivator wrapped inside.
Thousands of lives perished in a snap.
Ling Luo's eyes widened and she looked at this scene in disbelief.
"sky……"
She couldn't help but sigh, "Yu, when did you enter the middle stage of Nascent Soul!"
When he was in the land of extreme darkness in the sky, Ling Luo vaguely remembered that Xuanyuan Yu was still in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
In just one month, it has already entered the middle stage of Yuanying from the early stage of Yuanying.
Only cultivators in the middle Nascent Soul stage can unleash such terrifying pressure and kill thousands of foundation-building cultivators in an instant!
When Xuanyuan Yu looked at Ling Luo, the dark evil spirit on his face disappeared in an instant, and he turned into the gentle wife slave again, saying: "When I left the underground black water river, I automatically broke through."
The blood flow all over Ling Luo's body accelerated, and under his long sleeves, a pair of fists were slowly clenched.
She originally thought that her cultivation speed was fast enough, but she didn't expect that she still couldn't catch up with Yu.
"Chu Ye, stay with me." Ling Luo requested.
Xuanyuan Yu grinned brightly: "Okay, I will listen to my wife."
Ling Luo's eyes were solemn, and her eyes drifted towards Qionghua Palace, which was getting closer and closer. A pair of fists clenched loudly.
"As for your request, Luo'er, can it be understood that the remaining cultivators should be treated casually by your husband?"
Xuanyuan Yu's black hole-like eyes flashed with extremely excited colors, and the smell of blood above the Demon Blade Wantian gradually dispersed.
He didn't know what was wrong with him.
Especially just now, when he killed thousands of people with one knife, an unexpected sense of joy arose in his heart.
Great!
I like it so much!
This feeling is amazing!
The look in Xuanyuan Yu's black eyes became more and more crazy. The magic sword Wangtian in his hand seemed to sense the change in his master's mood, and responded to him more happily, making a "buzzing" vibration sound.
Xuanyuan Yu lowered his head and looked at the broken sword covered with rust and cracks. He smiled evilly and his voice was low, like the devil's whisper: "Do you think so too? My friend."
Wangtian's broken sword body shook even more violently, and a strange black-red demonic energy flashed on its surface.
This is its instinct.
Instinctively seeks to kill, and instinctively needs the nourishment of blood.
The Dark Lord's sword has never been a good person!
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