Medicine door witch

Chapter 2617 Qingyang Patriarch (5)

At the same time, the black and transparent Wusheng sword in Xuanyuan Yu's hand, carrying a raging devilish energy, also chopped down from a height.

With a slash of the sword, Yanrui couldn't dodge in time, his left arm was cut off by Qi Gen, blood spattered three feet.

"Ahhhh-"

Yanrui let out a hysterical wail, the expression on his face was extremely painful, his fire eyes burst out, staring fixedly at his severed arm.

"Master Yan!"

"Master Yan!"

"Master Yan!"

Thousands of elite disciples stopped attacking, and rushed to Yanrui's side. Acupuncture, bleeding, medication, and bandaging were all done in an instant.

"Quick! Escort Master Yan to leave and go back!"

The [-] disciples, each facing a formidable enemy, formed a thick wall, blocking Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu's front, preventing them from continuing to attack.

Xuanyuan Yu frowned slightly, and said, "I never imagined that Yanrui, an old man, would have such prestige among the rightists."

To be able to make thousands of disciples willingly die for themselves is also a kind of ability to a certain extent.

"What should we do now?"

Ling Luo clenched the Canghai Stone Bead in his hand, with a dignified expression, ready to attack.

"Kill!" Xuanyuan Yu raised his sword eyebrows, and the look of killing suddenly rose. The Wusheng Sword in his hand was Wushengruthless, and with a volley, it split the void and filled the air with demonic energy.

He is a demon by nature.

His tolerance for a guy like Yanrui has reached its limit.

There is no life in the way of swordsmanship, and the world is ruthless.

Over the past few days, Xuanyuan Yu has comprehended the Wusheng sword hair to the extreme, and the sword shadow is full of "absolute" aura.

Demon Slash Aotian.

Three thousand elite disciples, like Chinese cabbages without any resistance, were chopped down by Wu Sheng's sword.

All of a sudden, the sky was filled with blood and mourning was everywhere.

And Xuanyuan Yu's black hole-like pupils also revealed a breathtaking coldness, making him look like a murderous god.

"Yu..."

Ling Luo was slightly stunned, and couldn't help stretching out a hand, grabbing Xuanyuan Yu's sleeve, with very complicated eyes.

In a daze, she felt as if she had returned to the days when she was in Yichongtian. Yu was swallowed by the magic pupil, gradually lost her humanity, and became unable to recognize who she was.

Although Ling Luo herself had a lot of lives in her hands, she never slaughtered the weak, or did meaningless killings.

Even if the duel with Shui Yanyu and Shi Wansong just now had hurt his life, it was a last resort.

"Father!"

Sujue stood beside Huangzhu, staring at the back of Xuanyuan Yu wielding his sword to kill and massacre in disbelief, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The man in front of him was filled with a terrifying dark devilish aura, and the smell of blood filled the sky. He was not at all like his stern and loving father.

"Mom, look at the sword in Dad's hand!"

Su Jue's eyes were extremely sharp, and he yelled at Ling Luo again.

Ling Luo looked along the Wusheng sword, and saw a devil's face appeared on the black and transparent Wusheng sword, with a cruel grin, continuously devouring blood and life.

What's even more frightening is that blood vessels sprouted from that grinning devil's face, wrapping around Xuanyuan Yu's arm, winding its way up, wrapping him tightly.

Where is there any lifeless sword?

The Wusheng Sword is devouring the sword master, trying to merge with Xuanyuan Yu's hand!
"Yu! Let go of Wu Sheng Sword!"

Ling Luo looked awe-inspiring, took a step forward,
(End of this chapter)