The Godless King of Hongmeng

": Oh! Idiot, Jialin is me, I am Jialin, and I am now Wu Linger! Now you understand!" Wu Linger lowered her head shyly.

": Uh, Jialin... Ling'er..." Leng Yun opened his mouth, but felt that his mind was hazy and he didn't know what to say, so he stood there stupidly.

"Master, you are so stupid, alas, I am speechless! The mistress has already agreed, and even accepted your betrothal gift, you have to show it!" Qin'er looked at the master Leng Yun from the side, thinking In the silence, this master of mine is really a piece of wood to women!

"Yes, master, give me a hug!" Ying'er said fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

The words of the few people were not covered up, so all their conversations could be heard clearly by the onlookers.

"Hold one, hold one, hold one!" In the crowd of onlookers, someone began to shout, and later, tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of people began to shout together, and the voices gathered together, and the sound waves scattered the raindrops. Send to the sky.

Tianjizong square: "Hold one, hug one!" The people of Tianjizong cried, laughed, and shouted. Things developed too fast. From the beginning, everyone thought that Leng Yun had died, and finally appeared. , and the present show, everyone changed from tears of grief to tears of joy and cheers.

Wu Ling'er, her face was flushed, her head was lowered even lower, even if she was a cold cloud like a log, she knew at this moment, in front of tens of millions, hundreds of millions of people, if she still has concerns, delay , then, the consequences are serious. As a woman, a heavenly girl in the cultivation world, if she is rejected by herself, the consequences are beyond her imagination. What's more, in her heart, she really does not feel disgusted and Resist the peerless demon in front of you.

Leng Yun stepped forward, ": Jia... Ling'er, won't you regret it? If you regret it, it's still too late. Besides, I don't know if I can pass this level. If you don't pass, everything will disappear, if you pass, I will definitely marry you in the future!" Leng Yun solemnly pulled Wu Ling'er's soft Yuyi and said.

": Yunlang, I don't regret it, no matter whether you make it through or not, you die, I die! You live, I live! I will wait for you!" Wu Linger suddenly hugged Leng Yun's waist, leaning her head against the Speaking on Leng Yun's shoulder, the voice is not loud, but it is very real, very real, Leng Yun can hear that this is her oath, her decision: "For me, for your master, for your sect As well as the entire cultivation world, you must break through, I believe in you, you can do it, I will cheer for you by my side, your master, Qin'er, and Yinger will all cheer for you!"

": Well, for you, I will do my best, even if I shed the last drop of blood, for my relatives, my lover!" Leng Yun tightened his hands on Wu Ling'er in his arms, and looked at the road ahead and the sky. In Zong's direction, he immediately let go of his hands, took a look at Wu Ling'er, then rose into the air, heading towards the next interception.

The nine hundred and ninety-seventh interception checkpoint here, when everyone arrived, the killing had already begun, with the sound of attacks, explosions, screams, and broken limbs flying everywhere in the sky, blood mist filled the air, and waves of aura Scattered in all directions, and the rain of swords raining down from the sky, everything, the crowd who came to watch had no superfluous expressions at this time.This kind of situation is already taken for granted, that is, the few people who have never seen such a bloody scene at the beginning, from the initial vomiting to the current numb and natural expression, have seen it hundreds of times, and no longer have any discomfort.

In this level, the Tyrant Sword Sect led the team, and there were tens of thousands of casual cultivators who followed. Together, the number reached a terrifying [-]. In the scene, a figure was like a ghost, coming without a trace, and going without a trace. Shadow, flash and go, attack at once, without the slightest lingering, without the slightest pause, melee combat is Leng Yun's strength and his greatest reliance. In the crowd, no matter how fierce your attack is, how strong you are, you can deal with a A master who acts like a phantom is useless, unless he also attacks his own people. However, this method has been tried by the five Mahayana masters of the Ba Saber Sect just now. Five people teamed up to block an area. Each attacked and attacked, but apart from killing thousands of people on his own side, not even a piece of Leng Yun's clothes were left behind.

The straight five Ba Saber Sect Mahayana masters roared repeatedly, but Leng Yun avoided the frontal attack of the five people, and only picked the Ba Dao Sect disciples and casual cultivators, so for a while, he fell under Leng Yun's sword rain. Fan Ji, and Leng Yun kept stuffing pills into his mouth. In this level, the overall strength and personal strength of the intercepted people have already surpassed the previous interception too much, and now they want to retain their vitality. It is quite unwise, now the only option is to use the Baifeng Chaoyang Sword Art and the true energy attack containing terrifying evil energy to wipe out and eliminate the opponent's vital strength.

Half a day passed, and the rain in the sky was getting heavier and heavier. In the rain, the muddy water and bloody water on the ground were covered with the clothes of the people who were fighting for blood. As cultivators, everyone would be clean. , No matter how heavy the rain, even in the water, there is no water, and the soil has touched his body, and he has already used spiritual power to isolate and separate these.

But at this time, the people fighting and fighting were just like mortals or martial artists fighting, and they didn't have extra spiritual power or time to pay attention to their personal image that they usually have to take into account.Rainwater, blood all over the body, but still struggling to resist the bewildering sword light and sword shadow in the sky, as well as the terrifying real essence containing evil spirit, countless people, lying on the ground rolling, screaming, moaning, begging for mercy, begging for relief the sound of.The ground was blood red. ...

The casual cultivators fell down, nearly 3 casual cultivators fell to the ground forever, their stumps and bodies were piled up like a mountain, what is massacre, massacre, this is the ten thousand masters brought by Ba Daozong Nearly half of the disciples fell on the ground forever, and their corpses were even more miserable, almost all of them were mutilated. This is Leng Yun's special care for the Tyrannical Sword Sect, but there are still a small number of corpses that are intact , but the fear, horror, and pain after death are so obvious, one can imagine what kind of torture and pain these people encountered before they died.

Leng Yun, who was fighting wantonly in the arena, suddenly appeared in an open space. Blood, rainwater had soaked his whole body, and the blood on his hair fell from top to bottom. It was originally a white robe, but at this time it also turned into a white robe. It turned bloody, and the high-grade spiritual weapon sword in his hand also had gaps everywhere on the blade. This is a big sword transformed from an epee. One can imagine what kind of collisions, attacks, and how many people have been killed to make the high-grade spiritual weapon become like this. so-so.The rain of swords that filled the sky stopped, desperately resisting, and the counterattacking interceptors also stopped, looking at the person standing proudly like a killing god with lingering fear.