The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 72 Amazing time, frozen time

"Thank you for the compliment, but." Leng Wuyou looked at someone who was holding on, with an indifferent tone, "I'm not only a little capable, I can still keep you."

After the words fell, the long sword in Leng Wuyou's hand made a humming sound, purple battle aura covered the blade, and a terrifying aura emanated from Leng Wuyou's body, that was the exercise of the Divine Phoenix World.

Uncle Yang's face changed dramatically, his heart was terrified, his soul was clamoring for danger, his mind was blank, and there was only a huge word "death".

Escape, must escape!Otherwise, he will die, and he doesn't want to die yet.

Uncle Yang's body suddenly retreated, and when he passed through the tornado, he didn't even have a defense. His body was scratched a lot by the tornado in an instant.

Suddenly, the tornado stopped, the leaves didn't move, and even the white clouds in the sky didn't float.

When everyone in the off-court battle didn't know why, Leng Wuyou slowly raised his sword, and a soft sound resounded through the sky: "Divine Phoenix World, the first move: Destroy!"

A sword qi full of destructive power suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. It was like a vast river, burning all over the world. The purple sword qi was radiant in an instant. Uncle Yang, who escaped a hundred meters away, was instantly annihilated by the long river. At this moment, there is only this sword in everyone's eyes. This sword amazes time, and seems to freeze time. No one pays attention to Uncle Yang, who was engulfed by Jianhe.

The sword light gradually dissipated, and everyone came back to their senses. Liu Qinghe broke away from the sword light and shouted, "Where is Uncle Yang, what did you do to Uncle Yang?"

Leng Wuyou's face was a little pale, this sword directly drained the fighting spirit in her body. It seems that it is a bit reluctant to use this move with her current strength. Fortunately, she still has spiritual power in her body, otherwise She wouldn't use this trick either.

Hearing Liu Qinghe's words, Leng Wuyou ignored him and stood quietly to recover his breath.

It was a man on his side who swallowed his saliva and told him with a pale face, "Uncle Yang, he, he is gone."

"Gone?" Liu Qinghe's eyes froze, staring at the man, his voice suddenly raised, "Please explain to me clearly, what do you mean by gone?"

The man was shocked by the sudden voice, his pupils shrank, his lips twitched a few times, and he didn't make a sound for a while.

Leng Wuyou looked at it lightly. Seeing that the man was trembling and speechless, she kindly explained to Liu Qinghe, "If it's gone, it doesn't exist, and it can also be said that he is dead." But she was wondering. , Does she look scary? Look at this person, who is obviously a big man with a big and three thick, but he just shrunk.

Leng Wuyou did not know that she was now in the hearts of these people and could no longer be called a person.

The last three words Leng Wuyou's voice was obviously very soft, but it exploded in Liu Qinghe's mind like a thunder.

Liu Qinghe only felt a humming in his brain, and his eyes were also blackened. He looked like a madman, and shouted hysterically, "Impossible, Uncle Yang is a master of the fourth level of martial arts, how could you be a martial arts master of the first level? The kid was killed?"

Liu Qinghe couldn't believe it, if this young man killed even Uncle Yang, wouldn't these people be like turkeys in front of this young man, and it was only because Uncle Yang was there that he dared to approach Wei Lin and the others so directly. , Now that Uncle Yang is gone, they have to face the boy in black who killed Uncle Yang.

"No, it must, you must have used some trick to kill Uncle Yang." Liu Qinghe made an excuse for himself, only in this way would he have the courage to face the young man in front of him.

Wei Lin and the three looked at Liu Qinghe, who was talking to himself, with pity. There was no sympathy in the six eyes, some were just out of breath, and mixed with sadness. Their brother was lying on the ground silently at the moment. I won't play with them like I used to, play with them, just lie there quietly and fall into silence forever.

Their deaths were given by the person in front of them, and if it wasn't for him, they wouldn't have...

"Everyone, come to me, kill him, and avenge Uncle Yang." Liu Qinghe's face was grim. Because of the excuse, the fear of Leng Wuyou in his heart turned into hatred.

However, when his words fell, none of the thirty or so people on his side made a move. All of them looked at each other, and their eyes reflected the faces of each other's fear and hesitation.

"What are you waiting for, there are so many of us, is it possible that we are still afraid of him alone?" Liu Qinghe shouted sharply, his eyes were full of treacherous colors, and finally he said, "If he doesn't die today, he can die. That's us."

This sentence is more useful than the previous revenge for Uncle Yang. After all, they don't want to die, so that young man must die, and Liu Qinghe has a good saying, "There are so many of them, why should you be afraid of him alone? ?"

If all of them join hands, a [-]st-level martial artist would be half-crippled even if he didn't die.

The thirty or so people exchanged glances with each other, hula and stand in a square position, surrounding Leng Wuyou in the center, Leng Wuyou's eyes are always the same, even if these people join forces, there is no excess on her face. expression.

Thirty-four people, one Uncle Yang died, and thirty-three others, all of them slammed and sacrificed their weapons in unison.

There are long swords and big knives, chessboards and abacuses, jade flutes and gourds, and so on.

(End of this chapter)