The setting sun is like blood, and a ray of sunshine falls warmly on people.
However, at this moment, people's minds were silent and their whole bodies were cold. Even the warmth of the setting sun could not dispel the gloom in people's hearts.
Leng Ruxue stood in the wind, his hair flying and traces of blood stuck to him, adding a touch of evil aura to him.
"Fight him!"
Long Hao had a ferocious face and yelled at the people. Since the number one son of the Leng family would not let them go, they had no choice but to fight to the death. Either he died or I died.
"Not bad, let's work hard!"
Lan Qing has already swallowed the mysterious pill to buy time to heal his wounds. His eyes are fierce and he will fight to the death. If people are still hesitant, then the only thing waiting for them is death.
"Then kill him. The First Young Master is indeed very powerful, but with so many people, if we attack with all our strength, there is no chance!"
Someone shouted again.
"Kill" "It's impossible for the First Young Master to fight against us!"
People yelled and thought of a fight to the death, but no one ran away. The fate of the previous few people was the best lesson for them. Either a bloody battle or death, they had no choice.
And when the words fell, they took action instantly, and all the spiritual energy on their bodies swirled and turned into sharp knives, sharp arrows, hurricanes, etc., which made the air tremble violently.
Then, all the power rushed towards Leng Rukong, and they had already rushed forward.
Leng Rukong is very strong, but can he stop so many people from joining forces?
The next moment, the first son of the Leng family gave the answer. He stretched out his hands and made a hug. Nine spiritual energies bloomed in front of him and turned into a silver wheel, like a crescent moon.
, extremely sharp, capable of shattering even Xuan soldiers.
This is the Moon Silver Wheel!
Once the Leng family's top spiritual skills are unleashed, even the ninth-level martial arts will retreat, but people can only bite the bullet and fight, knowing that they will die.
"bass"
The moon silver wheel flew out and drew a beautiful arc of death in mid-air. The bright light and powerful momentum suppressed the spiritual energy of the people and killed them forcefully.
"Puff..."
Almost at the moment of the collision, the spiritual energy was torn apart, and the moon silver wheel drove straight in, and the death arc slipped from the necks of the three warriors. In a moment, blood spurted out, and the three warriors spurted out blood.
The man clutched his neck, his eyes were horrified, then he groaned and fell to the sky.
Just one blow!
Three warriors died, including a fifth-level martial spirit, which had to scare people.
What's even more terrifying is that Leng Rukong is holding a silver moon wheel with the divine moon engraved on it, which looks very extraordinary. It is his weapon, and it did not appear until this moment.
It blocked everyone's spiritual energy. For this reason, Leng Rukong was also shocked back a foot. Dozens of people joined forces. Unless the Emperor Wu came, even the First Young Master would not be able to easily block it.
"You will all die!"
Leng Rukong lightly brushed off the dust on his body, his eyes shining with a cold light.
He took one step forward, so fast that even though some warriors saw it, their bodies couldn't keep up. Not everyone has the strength to understand the spirit-level movement techniques.
And Leng Rukong's talent exceeds that of everyone present.
"Whoosh" "poof"
The wind blew, and a wisp of blood spattered out. Before any of the warriors could react, the silver moon wheel passed through the chest, piercing all the five internal organs, and fragments of the five internal organs overflowed from the mouth, killing him on the spot.
.
"kill!"
The white clothes stretched, forming a white storm. He rushed directly into the crowd, like a wolf rushing into a herd of sheep. The silver moon wheel slashed down. The warriors around him were no match for him at all. They were split open on the spot, and their intestines were cut open.
It merged with the blood and flowed out, a bright red color, and the air was filled with a fishy smell, which was disgusting.
"Puff..."
At this moment, Leng Rukong showed his ability to kill the younger generation in an instant. The silver moon wheel in his hand shot out one after another, and every blow was stained with blood. Whether it was a fourth or fifth level martial spirit, or a sixth or seventh level martial spirit, it was simply impossible.
Can't guard against it.
"ah!"
A seventh-level martial spirit screamed. One of his arms was chopped off, and his whole body was tilted out. Then, he was kicked by Leng Rukong. His sternum was completely sunken and pierced into his five internal organs.
, I can’t live without seeing it.
"kill!"
Long Hun, Lan Qing and others, with their eyes blood red, felt the threat of death. They exploded at twelve points, and eight spiritual energy shot out, forming a half-foot-long sharp sword, and struck a duel with Leng Rukong.
.
A loud "bang" sound.
The dragon's mouth opened, and he let out a muffled groan. He was blown away by the silver moon wheel on the spot, and even the eight spiritual energy were shattered.
This is a huge gap!
"An eighth-level martial spirit is a waste in front of me!"
Leng Rukong sneered, not paying attention to Lan Qing and Long Ang at all. He punched out, and nine spiritual energy formed water waves, surging away. Lan Qing was like a kite with its string cut off.
The child flew out, and he received a strong slap on the waist, with his bones being cracked. This was the result of his efforts to resist.
"Silver Moon Slash!"
The cold silver moon wheel flew sideways, repelling all the warriors around it. Some warriors who could not dodge were split open in an instant. Some people watched helplessly, with their lower bodies standing upright.
Bloody massacre!
This is exactly what Leng Rushong wants to tell them. In front of real geniuses, they are as pitiful as ants, left struggling in vain. There are some people they can never afford to offend.
"Gudong"
When the bloody battle broke out, Ling Feng silently swallowed nine large mouthfuls of golden spiritual energy. He had already seen that Leng Rukong was very difficult to mess with and had probably reached the level of a half-step Martial Emperor.
There was no doubt that that group of people was dead, but what worried him most was whether the latter would discover him, or kill them all and wipe out all the unconscious warriors here?
Therefore, he must break through as soon as possible.
Nowadays, he is just an ultimate martial artist. Compared with the first master of the Leng family, he is a whole different level away. If he can still defeat him in this situation, it is not because he is too evil, but because Leng Rukong
Too watery.
Obviously, this won't happen.
And in his arms, the golden arrogant bird was like a dead bird, holding its breath, motionless, and no longer arrogant.
"Silver Moon Explosion!"
Suddenly, Leng Rukong gave a soft drink, stamped his feet hard on the ground, and jumped up. Nine strands of spiritual energy exploded from the silver moon wheel, forming ripples of sharp arrows and shooting out one after another.
Every sharp arrow is so terrifying that even a third-level martial spirit cannot stop it.
"Pfft"
He stood in the central open space, and blood flowers bloomed around him. The warriors fell down one by one. All the warriors from the third level to the third level martial arts were killed, and even the fourth level martial arts were injured.
"You are so weak!"
The next moment, he rushed out, the silver moon wheel whirling, and a death arc extended to the fourth and fifth level martial arts, and he killed him without hesitation.
Along with more than a dozen screams, blood spurted out, dyeing the air red, and the fourth and fifth level martial spirits were also cleared away.
"Kill!" "Fight to the death!"
Long Ang, Lan Qing's face turned green. The strength of the First Young Master was far more terrifying than they imagined. With so many people joining forces, they would all have the fate of being massacred.
Obviously, today there is no hope of leaving alive. We can only fight to the death for a glimmer of hope.
"Buzz"
A white mist flower bloomed, and the eight auras formed the petals as if they were one body, which greatly increased Delong Ai's strength, barely reaching the level of a ninth-level martial spirit.
Those words from Bai Wu directly killed Leng Rukong.
However, even a ninth-level martial spirit is in vain in front of the latter!
"Bang!"
Leng Rukong grinned, extremely bloodthirsty, and then he punched. Nine strands of spiritual energy condensed on his fist. It was as powerful as breaking bamboo, and the white mist flower was suddenly split open. The remaining power remained unabated and fierce.
Di killed himself in front of Long Hui.
However, Long Ang's expression changed and he only had time to block the sword in his hand in front of his chest.
"Bang"
Long Hao flew out, his face twisted, blood gushed out from his seven orifices at the same time, and the sharp sword was dented into his chest, and his whole body was crippled.
"Are you the genius of the Long family? You are vulnerable!"
Leng Rukong glanced at Long Ai coldly, then turned around and attacked Lan Qing. The silver moon wheel slashed horizontally, so fast that people's hearts skipped a beat. Even Lan Qing didn't completely avoid it, and his left hand was chopped off.
The dense white bones were exposed.
"Go to hell!"
Lan Qing endured the pain and slashed with the sword. The eight spiritual energy seemed to be boiling, forming a stunning sword. It was so fierce that it exploded the air, and the momentum tore cracks in the earth.
"boom"
However, he still flew away, and the stunning knife was directly shattered and deflected, while the silver moon wheel ruthlessly broke through Lan Qing's back, breaking the spine.
"thump"
Lan Qing screamed and fell to the ground, struggling to get up.
“Not enough!”
Leng Rukong arrived in front of Lan Qing in a few steps, stomped down, and penetrated Lan Qing's abdomen. His Dantian was shattered, and the scattered spiritual energy directly tore Lan Qing's flesh and blood into pieces.
An eighth-level martial spirit died like this!
"It's your turn!"
Leng Rukong said something very calmly, swooped out, and the nine spiritual energy formed a silver moon wheel, which was the same as the silver moon wheel, and then the two swords shot out at the same time, unstoppable.
"Puff"
The sixth- and seventh-level martial spirits died. Although they tried their best to resist, it was still to no avail, and the dragon was also taken away by a death arc...
There was blood in front of the third hall. Everyone fell down except for the one who was as cold as the sky. The blood gurgled out and formed a spring. The fishy smell filled the air. The tragic appearance was unbearable to witness.
This is a total massacre!
"Get up, there's no use pretending to be dead in front of me!"