Seeing the corpse cut into two halves in the field, foreign masters such as Shida and Sergev were frightened to death.
Anyone who sees a master of the same level as himself being killed from afar cannot help but be afraid.
"Isn't that Su Yun dead? When I was in the Spirit King Valley, I personally investigated and clearly felt the aura of resentment left behind by the death of a powerful man far beyond the ninth-grade grandmaster!" Master Xida was shocked!
He spoke tremblingly.
"Damn it! Since he's not dead, why has there been no news for so many days!" Sergev was also extremely frightened.
They looked up and saw the direction where the sword energy had come from before.
A figure that looked like an immortal came from the sky under the moonlight and through the night.
"Su Yun!"
"It's really him!"
Seeing this figure, there were waves of exclamations in the venue.
Especially those masters in the domestic martial arts world. Most of them were on the top of Mount Tai and witnessed the overwhelming power of Su Yun when he killed Zeng Ji and broke the mountain with one sword.
At this moment, they only saw the outline of a figure, and their identities were determined.
Moreover, there is probably no evildoer in the world who can kill a ninth-grade grandmaster from the air with a sword energy.
Great masters like Huang Huayun and Chen Anzhi felt like crying in their hearts at this moment.
The news of Su Yun's death spread throughout the country and abroad, and even the Martial God Army agreed. Only then did they have the courage to covet Su Yun's ancient cultivation inheritance.
But I never thought that he was not dead at all!
Now things are getting serious.
Although they did not attack just now, the fact that they appeared in Lingfeng Mountain at this time already speaks for itself.
Those masters who came from abroad were all trembling with trembling in their legs and whole body.
"Su Yun!"
Gu Zhangzhi looked at the figure coming from the sky with an expression of astonishment. He had personally visited the Spirit King Valley and determined that the particularly powerful aura of deathly resentment belonged to Su Yun.
Because it is impossible for the death of a ninth-grade grandmaster to leave behind such a strong atmosphere of resentment.
Even he, the God of War, can’t do it!
But how could he have imagined that in the ruins of the Spirit King Valley, Su Yun killed a strong man whose golden elixir was broken.
There was a burst of cheers in the villa.
Ruan Zifeng's charming figure ran out first and said excitedly: "Master! Master! It's really you who is back! I knew you were so powerful, nothing would happen to you."
A smile appeared on Su Baihe's tired face: "It'll be nice to come back."
Behind him, Qi Qinglan stood between Qi Guozheng and Qi Changsheng, looking at Su Yun silently, without saying anything, but with red eyes, she nodded to him.
Su Yun's figure flew down, turning a blind eye to the strong men in the field. He looked at Su Baihe, Ruan Zifeng and others, and asked: "Dad, Zifeng, are you all okay?"
Su Baihe shook his head and said: "We are fine, but Huo Feng..."
Behind him, Huo Feng was covered in blood and was being helped by the wood spirit to stand up.
Seeing Su Yunwang, Huofeng smiled: "Mr. Su, although I couldn't help much, I finally lived up to my trust and didn't let Mr. Su and Zifeng get hurt before you came back."
He nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me."
After saying that, he turned around, and a murderous aura as cold as ice spread out from his whole body.
"Previously, Master Tani of Siam attacked my father. I went to Siam, destroyed the Valley of the Ling King, and killed three great masters including Tani in one go.
A great master of martial arts, and a supernatural being of the same level."
"I originally wanted to use this method to frighten those people with evil intentions like Tani in the world. But I didn't expect that I just stayed out for some time for some reason, and someone came to kill me, almost implicating my family and
Relatives and friends.
Su Yun spoke in an indifferent voice, and every word was filled with a biting chill.