Martial arts: Picking up corpses, my father Wang Xianzhi

"What a terrifying breath!"

"With these three masters attacking at the same time, Wang Lin is probably doomed!"

"That one is even more powerful in the Zhixuan realm. I'm afraid he really has no chance."

……

The onlookers shook their heads and sighed.

They were already shocked by the power exploded by the three of them.

Faced with such a sudden attack, Wang Lin directly used the Dugu Nine Swords.

The sword-breaking style and the general style are switched one after another.

The figure changed rapidly, and the sword moves were even more agile, changing moves in the hands of several people one after another.

In the blink of an eye, he wandered among the crowd several times.

Seeing that there were too many disciples on their side, the three of them couldn't let go.

He was easily avoided by Wang Lin many times and could not be captured at all.

But Wang Lin was able to easily harvest the names of disciples from both factions under such circumstances.

The casualties among the disciples of the two sects gradually increased, and blood flowed across them. A gust of wind blew in, and the smell of blood spread.

However, Wang Lin's killing spree continued.

As long as disciples continue to step forward, the sacrifices will continue to increase.

No matter how they besiege them, to Wang Lin, they are just a bunch of rabble.

"This, this, this!"

"He is simply a murderous god!"

"His shuriken is like Zhong Kui's soul hook. If it touches it, it will hurt, and if it touches it, it will die!"

"I have never seen anyone face such a scene and still remain calm."

"If this kid can grow up for a few more years, who will be his opponent in the world?!"

……

The people watching became more and more frightened as they watched, completely frightened by Wang Lin's murderous intention.

The result was completely different from what they expected, and they didn't expect that Wang Lin had so many methods.

Every time, Wang Lin's moves were able to break through their cognitive scope and exceed their imagination.

Everyone admired Wang Lin's courage.

After all, this was the disciple who was being killed mercilessly in front of the elders and hall masters of the Supreme Alliance and the Qingcheng Sect.

If it were anyone else, he might not even have the courage to take action and would have already taken the opportunity to run away.

But Wang Lin not only refused to leave, but instead suppressed hundreds of people with his own strength!

Between the lightning and flint, the sword in Wang Lin's hand once again made several marks like chopping melons and vegetables.

The next moment, seven or eight more people fell down.

Looking closely, the fallen corpses all looked horrified, and they were killed completely unexpectedly.

At this time, Wang Lin stood still, letting the River Sword in his hand fall down, and the blood slowly fell along the edge of the sword.

The sword itself will not be stained with blood.

It was only because too many people were killed that the blood remained on it for a moment.

At this time, as the last drop of blood fell to the ground, the Dahe Sword still returned to its original translucent white color.

Everyone looked again and saw that among the hundreds of corpses, only the three masters were still alive.

Seeing such a result, the three of them suddenly became furious.

These are their elites, their carefully trained disciples.

Now, all of them were lost in Wang Lin's hands, which made the three of them sad.

"Wang Lin!"

"Today, I swear to kill you!"

The three of them were completely angry, and their momentum became fierce again.

Following this, their skills also improved to a certain extent, and they directly erupted with aura that surpassed their own.

And everyone onlookers also felt their scalps numb after seeing such a scene.

I have seen such scenes there.

"This kid is so cruel!"

"He killed hundreds of people in a row, but he didn't even seem to blink."

"Look at his sword, it's not stained with blood!"

At this time, Wang Lin only had cold murderous intent in his eyes.

Looking around, he looked at these people talking about each other.

Wherever he looked, the onlookers were even more frightened and took a few steps back.

He was afraid that he would be affected if he provoked the god of murder.

At this moment, the momentum exuded from Wang Lin made everyone even more frightened.

The three people from the Supreme Alliance and Qingcheng Faction could no longer bear it.

To avenge the dead disciples.

The three of them pointed their swords at Wang Lin and shouted angrily: "Today, we will kill you!"

"Even if you have a Buddhist background, you can never leave alive!"

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One of these three people is at the Zhixuan realm, and has reached the mid-level level.

The other two are both at the late stage of the Vajra realm.

They have all been in this realm for many years.

He is a strong man who has been famous in the world for many years.

Besides, Wang Lin has now consumed a lot of internal energy.

The three of them watched Wang Lin stand still, and concluded that although he was strong at killing a hundred people, he must be very tired.

Therefore, as long as a powerful offensive breaks out now, we will surely be able to capture him!

Suddenly, he directly used all his methods and attacked with force!

The swordsmanship of the masters of the Supreme Alliance must be more sophisticated, and they can directly launch attacks from the front as the main attacker.

The two elders of the Qingcheng Sect attacked from both sides, trying to flank Wang Lin.

Facing the attack from the triangle.

Wang Lin had no expression on his face and directly used the Dahe Sword Technique to deal with the three men's attack.

The River Sword seems to be very slow, but its moves are extremely particular.

"Huh! You're not that old, but you know a lot!"

"Messy martial arts will only make you die faster!"

"You're just a greedy boy, you'll die!"

The three of them mocked one after another, trying to disrupt Wang Lin's thinking at the same time.

They didn't pay attention to such sword moves at all.

At the same time, seeing that Wang Lin was still young, he focused on attacking his mind, trying to completely make Wang Lin collapse.

Unfortunately, Wang Lin's state of mind was far beyond their imagination and he was not moved at all.

From move to move, he almost stood there without moving, not even taking a step.

Wang Lin could easily deal with the three men if they came to kill them.

Dahe's sword technique alone was enough to completely block the three men's attacks.

When defending, he would find flaws in it, sometimes oppressive, sometimes cunning, and Dahe's sword energy would gradually gather strength.

The surrounding area began to be enveloped by Wang Lin's sword intention of the river.

It was as if a natural river sword domain had been formed, completely surrounding the three of them.

Now, the three of them are lambs to be slaughtered, entering a place of death.

And Dahe's swordsmanship, which the three of them didn't care about at first, became increasingly heavy.

When the Dahe sword comes out, it's like seeing a big river.

Every time Wang Lin struck out with his sword, it was like a rolling river, extremely thick.

Between each move, there are endless layers.

Each more move you take will mean you have to endure more pressure, until it becomes completely unbearable, and your death is imminent!

The two elders of the Qingcheng Sect were unable to catch Wang Lin's sword moves.

Everywhere on his body was scratched by the sword wind, and his clothes had already been dyed red with blood.

Even if they don't want to retreat, the pain on their bodies makes it difficult for them to take the initiative to attack.

He could only look for opportunities for sneak attacks to distract Wang Lin.

At the moment, only the Zhixuan realm masters from the Supreme Alliance can barely parry the Dahe sword technique.

But the more he fought, the more frightened he became, unable to find a chance to fight back, and feeling extremely depressed.

His forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and even his hands were experiencing bouts of numbness.

Although the result has not yet appeared, it can already be predicted that if this continues, he will definitely die.

"Where did this kid learn swordsmanship from?"

"Forget it's weird, the sword energy is so terrifying!"

The surrounding onlookers were all stunned when they saw such a scene.

"This kid is such a monster!"

"He has learned so much, how can he still master everything so exquisitely? It's unbelievable, unbelievable!"

"Absolutely an unparalleled genius! His appearance may completely change the entire martial arts world!"

"This son will definitely have a place on the future Heavenly Ranking, no...even the Godly Ranking!"

……

At this time, this battle has been going on for a long time.

This was also Wang Lin's first time fighting the enemy and spending so much time.

But it's not that it can't be ended easily, but that I want to test what will happen if I only defend but not attack.

Now it seems that even the so-called masters of the Zhixuan realm who stand still and deal with the incoming enemy are no more than this.

As the same Zhixuan, Wang Lin was already confident that he could kill him easily.

"It's time to send you on your way."

Seeing that the three of them were almost unable to hold on any longer, Wang Lin had a thought in his mind.

The legs are slightly apart, and the right hand is placed on the hilt of the left sword.

Internal strength continues to accumulate.

The terrifying sword intent soars into the sky, as if it wants to split the sky into pieces.