The terrifying strength of Ziyuan Sword Master's obsession was fully revealed after Lin Yun practiced the Ziyuan Sword Art to the fourth level.
Only one sword came out, just one sword.
Then he killed all the two major sects, the innate strong man and the half-step Xuanguan elder who came to kill Lin Yun.
The two hundred dead soldiers died the most tragic death, their bones were crushed and ashes scattered on the spot.
As for Mei Zihua, Xue Tu, and the group of elders at the half-step entrance, they were not much better, not even a whole body was left behind.
From now on, there will no longer be any branches of Jin Yan Sect and Xueyun Sect in Qingyang City.
As a county town, the branches set up by the three major sects here are mostly close to one-third of the strength of the main sect.
Such a huge loss may not be recovered for many years.
If Mingguang Pavilion is more ruthless and seizes this opportunity, it may not be possible to dominate Qingyang County.
"Are...all of them dead?"
Ming Ye walked forward slowly and couldn't help but tremble when he saw the river of blood and the mountains of broken limbs in front of him.
In Qingyang County, the weak eat the strong, and competition is cruel.
Even the tragedy of killing a family happened from time to time, and Mingye was used to seeing big scenes.
But the scene before him still shocked him greatly.
Ziyuan Sword Master's obsession and unparalleled strength really left a deep impression on people.
Lin Yun was also shocked.
The terrifying strength of the Black Light Token still exceeded his estimation, and that incredible sword was an eye-opener.
But even so, he didn't regret it.
If he didn't use this black light token, there would still be three major sects fighting each other, even if he could save his own life.
Many disciples of Mingguang Pavilion will also die.
Death is like a light going out. Mingye came to help him, so naturally he couldn't let these people who helped him pay the price with their lives.
For him, it was unacceptable.
Lin Yun nodded and said softly: "Brother Ming, why don't you clean up the battlefield?"
The scene was full of corpses from the two major sects. I don’t know how many storage bags were left behind, as well as many mysterious soldiers.
Put together, it must be a huge fortune.
"Yes, yes."
Ming Ye woke up with a start, turned around and said, "You guys, hurry up and clean up this place. Uncle Ming, please take someone to the branches of these two sects."
The elites, dead soldiers, elders and principals are all dead. The two sects' branches in Qingyang City must be left with nothing but empty frames.
It is obviously unjustifiable not to accept such an opportunity.
"Brother Lin, your horse's trauma may seem scary, but it's actually not serious. What really makes it unable to stand up may be Bai Lixuan's three palms!"
Mingye glanced at the blood dragon horse lying on the ground and sighed softly.
When Bai Lixuan was mentioned, Lin Yun's expression turned gloomy.
With the Blood Dragon Horse's terrifyingly powerful bloodline, external injuries cannot deal a fatal blow to it, leaving it so sluggish.
Lin Yun had more or less guessed that the current condition of the Blood Dragon Horse must be related to Bai Lixuan!
What kind of status is Bai Lixuan? He is the evil leader of the Great Qin Empire, and he is famous all over the world.
With Qiqiao's strength, he has a great chance of winning against an existence in the ordinary Xuanwu realm.
With such a level of cultivation and status, Lin Yun was extremely disturbed to deal such a heavy blow to a horse.
Don't give me a chance, this account must be settled clearly!
"I'm afraid the internal injuries are very serious. If you don't mind, you can carry him to the Mingguang Pavilion sub-rudder. There is a full-time animal trainer at the sub-rudder. He should be able to recover after a period of recuperation."
Ming Ye paused, looked at Lin Yun, and made some suggestions.
"Then there's Brother Lao Ming."
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Lin Yun didn't know anything about healing monsters, so it was obviously best to leave it to a professional animal trainer.
After Lin Yun stepped forward to comfort him, several people from Mingguang Pavilion came over and carried away a chariot on the Blood Dragon Horse Platform.
"Looking at the internal injuries, I'm afraid I won't be able to recover in a short time. Brother Lin will stay in Mingguang Pavilion for a few days. As for safety issues, I will ask my father for instructions and ask him to send an elder from the Xuanwu realm."
Mingye now tries his best to make friends with Lin Yun and help whenever he can.
With the potential he has revealed, he is very likely to grow into a monster. It shouldn't be a big problem to convince his family to recruit a strong person from the Xuanwu Realm.
Lin Yun thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
Try to consider the blood dragon horse as much as possible and give it more time to recover so as not to cause any further trouble.
"Walk."
The two of them, together with the senior officials of Mingguang Pavilion, went to the branching location in Qingyang City.
After half a stick of incense, wait until all the innate warriors from Mingguang Pavilion have retreated.
In the North Point Plaza, figures appeared from all directions and landed on the auction site.
Looking at the bloody corpses, everyone's face was filled with shock, and there was a faint look of horror in their eyes.
"It's too scary... Lin Yun actually has such methods. No wonder he dares to fight against two major sects alone."
"I think if it wasn't for the Blood Dragon Horse, Lin Yun would be able to come and go freely even without using that treasure."
"Now that the two major sects have almost been uprooted, the division of power in Qingyang County will probably be reshuffled."
"Mingguang Pavilion has got a big deal, and it is very likely that it will dominate Qingyang County in the future!"
"So, even if you are an overlord-level sect, you can never do things too badly..."
A group of people were talking and looking around, hoping that the disciples of Mingguang Pavilion might have missed something.
If you can pick up the storage bag of a half-step master, it can be considered a windfall.
Among the many innate warriors, who is the most depressed?
Definitely the owner of North Point Plaza, who has half-step entrance hall skills, is the most aggrieved.
The foundation we have worked hard to build and the black market we have finally established are all destroyed today.
Not only that, but breaking his arm was the biggest blow to him.
If he could be given another chance, he would definitely not choose to help the Three Black Winds auction some blood dragon horse.
"Sir, do you want to drive these people away..."
Several subordinates came over and looked a little unhappy at the people rummaging around in the auction house.
Even though Mingguang Pavilion was searched once, these idle people actually did the same thing.
"Forget it, this place is in ruins. Quickly pack up your belongings and leave Qingyang City."
A deep helplessness flashed in Beijiao's eyes, and he had made up his mind to leave overnight.
With one of his arms broken, it would be impossible for him to continue to gain a foothold in Qingyang City unless he was promoted to the Xuanwu Realm.
Three days later.
North Point Plaza has been deserted. There are collapsed buildings everywhere. The smell of blood from the auction house can be seen everywhere.
The lively and bustling scene before was gone forever.
It was completely a dead place, and wherever you looked, you couldn't see any life.
It is hard to imagine that just three days ago, the most popular black market in Qingyang City turned into the miserable situation it is now.
Whoosh!
Three figures fell from the sky, and when they stood firm, they all frowned slightly.
The pungent smell of blood made several people feel uncomfortable.
The three of them were all wearing the clothes of the Blood Cloud Sect, and the middle-aged man at the head exuded an unfathomable aura.
If Ming Ye were here, he should be able to recognize this person.
It is Yan Teng, the powerful Xuanwu Realm elder in the Blood Cloud Sect!
His son Yan Tianrui died in the hands of Lin Yun, and it was he who issued the bloody pursuit order.
"All dead...really all dead, no one left alive."
"It's so miserable."
The two subordinates beside Yan Tianrui pinched their noses to identify themselves among the rotting corpses.
"Elder Yan, this should be the body of Senior Brother Blood Slaughter..." On the mutilated body, a person stopped and spoke.
Yan Tianrui only glanced at it, but was too lazy to move.
Feeling the lingering sword intent in the air, he was secretly frightened. Did that kid really get the inheritance of the Ziyuan Sword Master?
"Are you sure that boy is still in Mingguang Pavilion?"
Yan Teng did not mention Lin Yun's name. The hatred of killing his son was irreconcilable, and he was afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself.
"I'm sure, but the Xuanwu Realm experts from Mingguang Pavilion have also arrived. It's not easy to forcefully break into the branch of Mingguang Pavilion."
"It doesn't matter...he will come out sooner or later. I have plenty of patience."
Yan Teng's eyes flashed with a sinister look like a poisonous snake, and that look made people shudder.
Bang bang!
At this moment, a corpse suddenly fell for no reason and appeared in front of the three people.
"who?"
Yan Teng's expression changed drastically. With his strength, he didn't even sense that anyone was here.
"It's the Xuanwu realm elder of Jin Yan Sect!"
When the three of them saw the appearance of the owner of the corpse, their expressions suddenly changed. Especially Yan Teng, a ray of gloom flashed in his heart.
The Xuanwu Realm elders of Jin Yan Sect should be inquiring about the situation just like him.
The opponent's strength is only higher than the others.
But such a person has turned into a corpse without knowing when.
"Who is it? Come out and stop pretending!"
Yan Teng looked around with a gloomy face, his aura was building up, and his heart was in his throat.
bite.
bite..
bite...
No one answered him, only the sound of a flute suddenly sounded in the North Point Square. It was everywhere in the sky and on the earth, in all directions and pervasive.
The sound of the flute is alluring, sometimes lingering and pathos, sometimes stirring people's hearts, sometimes enchanting... The tunes are changeable, like a magic sound filling the ears, making people miserable.
Yan Teng's two subordinates covered their ears, looked hideous and painful, and kept wailing.
Bang bang!
After half a cup of tea, the energy and blood in the two people's bodies surged, boiled, and exploded out of thin air for no apparent reason.
Yan Teng only felt that the spiritual energy in his body was disordered and chaotic, and his internal organs were churning under the vibration of the flute sound. The sound of the flute penetrated the soul, which made people even more miserable and felt as if their head was about to explode.
Kong Yousheng is powerful and powerless, but completely unable to display it.
"Stop bragging, please ask senior to show up and avoid the next stupid life."
Yan Teng was extremely frightened, and instantly understood that he had provoked an incredible being.
Trying hard to keep his soul awake, he begged loudly for mercy.
But the sound of the flute didn't stop, but became more and more painful. Yan Teng rolled on the ground in pain and let out a heart-breaking wail.
By this time, he no longer wanted to survive, he just wanted the other party to give him pleasure.
After such torture lasted for half an hour, Yan Teng's eyes were wide open on the ground, bleeding from seven holes, but he had no life left.
A girl in red slowly appeared and tied the flute to her waist.
Looking at the dead Yan Teng, his face was expressionless. That delicate face looked so heart-stopping at this moment.
A powerful man in the Xuanwu Realm died like this in an unknown way.
"Brother Yun, this is really not a worry."
His eyes were slightly narrowed, like two crescent moons, and he pursed his lips and smiled. It was very different from what Lin Yun had seen.
