At the same time, the black and transparent Wusheng Sword in Xuanyuan Yu's hand, carrying surging demonic energy, was also slashed from a high place.
The sword was slashed, and Yan Rui couldn't dodge. His left arm was cut off at the root, and blood spattered three feet.
“Ahhhhh——”
Yan Rui let out a hysterical wail, with a very painful expression on his face, and his fiery eyes popped out, staring at his broken arm.
"Master Yan!"
"Master Yan!"
"Master Yan!"
Thousands of elite disciples stopped attacking and rushed to Yan Rui's side. They applied acupoints, stopped the bleeding, took medicine, and bandaged everything in an instant.
"Quick! Escort Master Yan back!"
Each of the three thousand disciples looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, forming a thick city wall to block the front of Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu, preventing them from continuing to attack.
Xuanyuan Yu frowned slightly and said, "I never thought that Yan Rui, an old man, would have such prestige among the rightists."
Being able to make thousands of disciples willingly die on their behalf is, to a certain extent, a kind of ability.
"What now?"
Ling Luo clenched the Canghai Stone Bead in his hand, with a stern look on his face, ready to attack.
"Kill!" Xuanyuan Yu raised his eyebrows with his sword, and suddenly showed a murderous look. The Wusheng Sword in his hand was swung in the air, splitting the void, and filled with evil energy.
He is a devil by nature.
My tolerance for a guy like Yan Rui has reached its limit.
There is no way of swordsmanship, and the world is ruthless.
Over the past few days, Xuanyuan Yu has understood Wu Sheng Jianfa to the extreme, and the sword shadow is full of "absolute" aura.
The devil kills Aotian.
The three thousand elite disciples were cut down by the Wu Sheng Sword like cabbage without the ability to resist.
Suddenly, the sky was filled with blood and mourning was everywhere.
Xuanyuan Yu's black hole-like eyes also revealed a soul-stirring coldness, making him look like a murderous god.
"Yu..."
Ling Luo was slightly stunned and couldn't help but stretched out a hand and grabbed Xuanyuan Yu's sleeve with a very complicated look in his eyes.
In a daze, she felt as if she had returned to those days in Yi Chongtian. Yu was swallowed up by the demon eyes and gradually lost his humanity, becoming unable to even recognize who she was.
Although Ling Luo had many lives in her hands, she never killed the weak or carried out meaningless killings.
Even if the duel with Shui Yanyu and Shi Wansong just now resulted in life-threatening injuries, it was still a last resort.
"Abba!"
Su Jue stood beside the Wild Lord, looking at Xuanyuan Yu's back in disbelief as he swung his sword to kill, his eyes widened in disbelief.
The man in front of him was filled with a terrifying dark demonic aura, and the smell of blood filled the sky. He was not at all like his stern and loving father.
"Mom, look at the sword in dad's hand!"
Su Jue's eyes were extremely sharp and he roared again at Ling Luo.
Ling Luo looked along the Wusheng Sword, and saw a demon's face appearing on the completely black and transparent Wusheng Sword, grinning cruelly, constantly devouring blood and life.
What's even more terrifying is that the grinning devil's face actually sprouted blood vessels that wrapped around Xuanyuan Yu's arm, winding all the way up and entangling him tightly.
Where are the Wusheng swords?
The Wusheng Sword is devouring the sword master, trying to merge with Xuanyuan Yu's hand!