At that last moment, the old man in black did not see how Lin Yun's sword was used. Perhaps he didn't even understand how he died.
As for the person who set out the sword, he has already left.
For Lin Yun, he didn't think too much about it. How could he be friends with an evil cultivator with obvious impure purpose? Even in this dead sea, he would not be able to get involved with such a person.
As for why I used the Thunder and Lightning to kill, I didn't think too much about it.
But Lin Yun felt keenly, there was no need to stay here for too long. Since he could kill with one sword, that would be enough.
Put the petals into the sword box, and Lin Yun disappeared like a wisp of green smoke.
Not long after he left, dense brown ant worms surged out of the desert, and in the blink of an eye, they swallowed the remains of the ground and said a few dead bones alone.
In the withered sea, thousands of people poured in in just one day. The original tranquility was suddenly broken, and the killing did not stop for a moment.
Some people died in the hands of sinister monsters, with blood stained with yellow sand, and died halfway before they could see the ancient tomb of Xingjun.
But more people died at the hands of the same kind.
Every place in the dry sea is full of blood and killing, which is unbearable.
A swamp filled with foul air, with a drop of blood stained, and the bodies of many disciples of the sect fell to the ground, leaving no life.
Most of the corpses were incomplete and dispersed in scattered ways, with brutal means. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
In the middle of this swamp, there is a very strange grass, surrounded by gray smoke. When you look closely, you will find that the gray smoke is like a huge dragon, shrouding on the grass, which is very surprised.
Dragon grass!
This is a dragon-turning grass, which is a rare treasure of heaven and earth. Once it appears in the outside world, it will attract competition from all walks of life, and it is hard to find.
But at present, these more than a dozen elite disciples from various major sects were motionless when they looked at the dragon-turning grass. Instead, they looked terrified and trembled. The hand holding the weapon was trembling continuously.
Just because there was a person standing next to the dragon-transforming grass.
The man was dressed in black, with a expressionless face and a cold look on the dragon grass, without any fluctuations.
He held a sword in his right hand, and the sword edge was cold and blood fell down drop by drop.
This person is Ji Wuming, the eldest disciple of the Blood Evil Sect. He ranked 53rd in the last Dragon Feast. He is called the Blood Hand Butcher. His sword is fast and fierce, sharp and fierce, and even more cruel than the knife in the butcher's hand.
Originally, in this swamp filled with foul air, several groups of sect disciples were fighting for the dragon-turning grass.
But he never expected that during the chaos, Ji Wuye suddenly rushed in and killed everyone he saw, regardless of the sect.
Kill one person with one sword, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten people died under his sword, without a complete corpse!
The rest of the people were scared on the spot and never dared to move again. They could only look at the person tremblingly.
"Ji Wuye, we dare not fight with you this dragon-turned grass. Can we let us live a way out?"
"Young Master Ji, as a genius on the Longyun List, you won't be as knowledgeable as us, right?"
"We really don't know that this dragon-turning grass was attracted by Mr. Ji."
"Let us live!"
At this stalemate, it was too tormenting that the remaining disciples of the sect finally couldn't stand begging for mercy.
"The dragon-carved herb is already
It's mine, do you need to let you do it? Tsk tsk, my face is really big."
Ji Wuye grinned strangely, and a chill suddenly flashed in Gu Jingbubo's eyes, and he sneered: "Don't say I don't give you a way to live, I'll give you three breaths. If you can survive faster than my sword, you can survive."
"run!"
When the rest of the people heard this, they would never dare to stay for too long, so they turned around and ran away.
Ji Wuye looked at the sect disciples who were running wildly, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was quite strange.
"The time has come!"
When the three breaths ended, the smile on his face suddenly solidified and his expression became extremely cold. The sword was shining with thick blood, and the cold sword intent was penetrated, sacred by the bones. He was actually full of murderous intent, perfectly integrated into the sword, which was extremely terrifying.
boom!
His vast sword force turned into a tide and rolled out. In the blink of an eye, he swallowed up the people who had run out of a thousand meters.
"What's going on? I can't move..."
"Damn it, what's going on? My legs are out of control."
"Damn it, what the hell is going on!"
The moment he was shrouded by the blood sword, the murderous intent invaded everyone like a poisonous snake. The group of people suddenly felt like they fell into the abyss, their bodies were cold, deep in it, and their vision was hazy.
Only Miaomiao and a few people had a red face and moved their bodies forward with great difficulty.
The autumn moon is cold in the river, and the blood sword is like abyss!
The terrifying cold suddenly burst out on Ji Wuye's body. Countless sword lights were like moonlight falling on the river. Accompanied by cold killing, with the vast river city, the moonlight condensed into a bloody abyss, ruthlessly strangling the people trapped in it.
Puchi! Puchi!
For a moment, screams and wails continued. This swamp land was like a purgatory on earth, with broken limbs and broken bones, which was shocking.
When Ji Wuye collected his sword and returned to the sheath, no one stood up again. A drop of blood was covered with the blood sword, and the blood sword was like abyss, which was really not false at all.
This is Ji Wuye, the blood-handed butcher Ji Wuye, and the terrifying existence on the third place on the Longyun List!
It was vaguely seen that there was still a person who was quite tenacious and crawling hard in the pile of corpses. People always had unimaginable perseverance for survival. Under such purgatory, they were still crawling hard in a breath.
"ignorance."
Ji Wuye's face was cold and she smiled a little cruelly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sect disciple crawling on the swamp suddenly showed blood marks like a centipede on his face. The blood marks spread and wriggled all over his body, and the man was in great pain and let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Bang!
When the scream reached its limit, a shocking sound was like thunder thunder storm broke out. The only living disciple of the sect suddenly burst into blood mist with a bang, and a deep pit of hundreds of meters appeared on the ground out of thin air. The pit was blew up and the blood was as bright as ink.
It was like a blood abyss, a blood-colored abyss, and the sound of the sword was like a demon, echoing endlessly.
"All people are dead, and I don't think about it. You are a waste, so why can you still live?"
Ji Wuye sneered repeatedly, then his eyes fell on the dragon-turning grass, and opened his mouth and sucked it violently.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the ground trembled violently, and the ash smoke that was shrouded on the dragon-transforming grass, like a dragon, was instantly sucked into the air.
With the inhalation of this ash smoke, the blood on Ji Wuye's body became more and more intense. In the blink of an eye, the blood completely enveloped it, emitting a bright luster.
A figure could be seen in the terrifying blood light, and the whole body exuded a majestic aura of vast sea of smoke. That majestic true essence could clearly enter the Yin-Yang realm at any time. With the effect of this dragon-turning grass, it should be even more natural and can be easily broken through.
But this person has no intention of being promoted at all.
Let this true energy be continuously condensed, and the blood light is as bright as a bright gem.
Wow!
After the dragon-shaped ash smoke was completely swallowed, the blood light on Ji Wuye's body suddenly stopped. In an instant, the light surging all over his body, the true energy was turbulent, and the aura became more and more terrifying.
When he opened his eyes, the sword intent surged in his eyes, and the evil aura was so fierce that he could fall into the abyss with just one look. Ji Wuye spread his palm, and a blood spider shone with seven mysterious lights in his palm. This is the martial soul blood demon spider, the seventh level of mysterious level.
Ji Wuye murmured to himself: "The seventh grade of Xuan level... Those monsters on the top ten in the Dragon Cloud List have at least the nineth grade of Xuan level when they are promoted to the Yin-Yang Realm. My seventh grade is still a bit far behind. It is still a bit slow to feed it with true energy and alien grass. You have to grab the natal star bead left by the Star Lord when he was extinguished."
While he was speaking, the blood-bright demon spider quietly crawled out, swallowing the resentment left on the corpses in the swamp, which was quite strange.
At the same time, a close to dry lake.
Screaming in the sky, blood splattering flying geese.
Dozens of disciples of the sect wailed and fled wildly, constantly sacrificing their lives-saving cards behind them. This counterattack was extremely amazing. A group of people seemed to have encountered some powerful monsters, each of whom was fighting for their lives, just hoping to escape.
"Can you leave?"
When the sneer came from behind, people realized that they were not a terrible monster at all. They were a swordsman who was still terrifying monsters and was chasing them, or to be precise, they were slaughtering them.
In the shocking weather, the trump cards that the disciples of the sect desperately sacrificed were all ready to be killed with one sword, and they would not be beaten.
People keep dying and people keep falling to the ground.
But the strange thing was that there was no sword light. The man looked ferocious and he caught up step by step. The person was not in a hurry, thinking that someone had escaped a little far away, so he slashed out with a knife.
If you look closely, you will find ripples in the air, which is a very faint black sword light. The winding sword light is like a poisonous snake, passing through the crowd. When the snake's tail is gently swept, someone's head falls to the ground or his body explodes, which is quite cruel.
This swordsman is Yan Kong, the ghost sword Yan Kong, ranked 54th on the Longyun List.
He walked leisurely in the garden, and after a moment, no one stood up again.
Blood flowed into a river of corpses on the ground. Yan Kong cursed coldly: "A group of wastes dares to destroy my dragon fruit!"
In fact, this Longyan Fruit is not his at all. It was a group of people fighting too hard to destroy it. He passed by unintentionally, and after discovering it, he was furious and killed people. Dozens of people were killed by him.
It is bloody and cruel, not inferior to Ji Wuye.
In the last feast of the dragons, the two were also called the two great gods of killing, killing people like mahjong. Although the disciples of the sect are not evil cultivators, most of them have suffered from human lives and will never hesitate when they start.
But they would not kill people at will. If the two of them had a disagreement, they would have a great desire to kill, and even kill people for fun.
The two have similar temperaments, but they are particularly disagreeable, and they fight each other when they meet.
"The direction has changed again..."
Yan Kong looked up and frowned, cursing in a deep voice: "This is a terrifying place, it's really troublesome to find the Star Lord's ancient tomb."