Zhutian Xianwu Editor

The Sunflower Collection is so mysterious and long-lasting, but it is ultimately limited.

But at this moment, the other two first-rate masters saw Ji Wushang's attack frustrated, thinking that he was exhausted, and at the same time they shot from behind him, bursting with energy.

The two first-rate masters each performed killer moves, fierce as thunder, and divided Ji Wushang up and down. Seeing that, it was to cut off his hands and feet without killing him.

Among the Songshan faction in the distance, Ding Mian said, "Prepare to take action."

Le Hou and Lu Bo nodded, and only when the boy's hands and feet were broken, Thunder shot and rescued the boy who was only breathing.

Linghu Chong's eyes flashed unbearable, but then he thought that the person who lost his life in the hands of the young man was also a dead body, so terrible, he sighed.

When Yue Buqun saw this, his eyes flickered, he didn't know what he was making, but he seemed to hesitate in his eyes.

At this time, everyone thought that Ji Wushang's internal respiration would be difficult to continue, and seeing all the killer moves, they were afraid that it would be difficult to escape severe injuries and disabilities.

Some are gloating, some are sitting on the sidelines, and many others regret that he is a young hero who is jealous of talents and can't help but sigh.

However, Ji Wushang didn't make any waves, and his eyes were still calm and scary. Seeing the killing and robbery approaching, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, making people tremble inexplicably.

The Sunflower Mind Technique runs wildly, and the second qi and blood double cultivation is complementary to each other. At this time, he only runs the Qi training method, and the physical blood energy burns wildly, and the true energy bursts instantly, continuously and surging.

But seeing a strange blood red on Ji Wushang's face, his body swayed lightly, and instantly turned into a nine shadow, all the killer moves of the three first-class masters fell through.

It's not a doppelganger technique, but a faster speed.

The three first-rate masters felt horrified, their scalp numb, and their hearts panic. The three of them recruited at the same time, instinctively felt terrible and wanted to escape.

However, how could Ji Wushang easily let them go, the nine phantoms showed thousands of killing intent, and the sword shadows were heavy, illusory, covering all directions.

Three first-rate masters, along with more than ten underworld warriors who were close to each other, suddenly met with nine suns, their bodies melted like ice and snow, and their flesh and blood flew like horror.

"how is this possible!"

Countless people who saw it were inconceivable and horrified.

Some people are shocked, some are disappointed, and more people are afraid.

Ji Wushang didn't have a trace of hostility, but that handsome face like a woman made people feel like falling into an ice cave, and his body was cold.

Ji Wushang's method of practicing Qi in his body is still working crazily, the true energy is surging, and the veins of the whole body are squeezed and expanded by the true energy, the body burns like a fierce fire, and it is like a thousand swords, with waves of silent screams.

Suddenly, Ji Wushang started to kill with his sword.

He is in the form of black lightning, the speed is amazing, the falling rain touches the vapor.

On the long sword, the bloody color could not be washed away by the rain. At this time, it turned into an afterimage, like a thin red thread intertwining the world.

Under the blood sword, a puff of blood turned into a rain of blood.

No one can stop, no one can live.

Someone was desperate, turned around to escape, and separated after a few steps.

At Ji Wushang's speed, no one can escape.

Some wailed, some begged for mercy, some cursed.

Ji Wushang didn't hear anything, just like Shura, the sword is merciless.

The rain stopped.

At some point, no one stood around Ji Wushang.

He stopped the movement of infuriating energy in his body, his body was convulsing, his face was pale and scary.

The blood was everywhere, there were countless corpses, and the blood was so nasty.

It's like purgatory, miserable and terrifying.

The billowing black and red qi enveloped Ji Wushang. Ji Wushang watched with cold eyes, watching the black and red flames dance frantically in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Chapter 16, Downfall

There are three hundred underworld martial artists, among them there are many second-rate martial artists, and there are a few first-class masters, but they don't want to be wiped out by a single young man with a single sword. If this matter had not been seen with his own eyes, it would be really sensational, it has not been seen in a century.

Today's matter spreads out, I'm afraid the world will shake.

Countless people have scalp numb, as if seeing a killer star come to the world.

Ji Wushang's face was pale as paper, and the sequelae of forcibly squeezing his body's potential began to appear, his body swayed as if he was about to fall at any time.

But no one dares to despise this seemingly weak, harmless young man.

"The evil sword spectrum is really terrifying."

"Could it be another Lin Yuantu?"

"No, he is younger than Lin Yuantu back then."

"And it's still very killing."

Before today, there was no Lin Ping's name on the rivers and lakes. After today, the rivers and lakes will be stormed. There will be countless people remembering this name in black and white.

Some people think that Yu Canghai and the other disciples from Qingcheng sent a big somersault in the Fuwei Escort. They said that the Fuwei Escort was deep, but they didn't know where the depth was. Don't dare to change.

But at this moment, they already understand that the handsome young man in front of them is the place where Fuwei Escort is truly feared. As long as he does not die, it is like Lin Yuantu back then, no one dares to provoke Fuwei Escort.

It's just that some people secretly thought that since Lin Ping's martial arts is untouchable, but his parents may not have his martial arts, they may not be able to win, they don't believe that this young man is the only one who knows the evil swordsmanship.

After that, as long as you get the evil swordsmanship, you will hide in the mountains and old forests for more than ten years. After the magical power is completed, you don't have to fear the young man's revenge.

The crowd of onlookers of the right way and the left way saw that the matter was over, they were unwilling to get involved, and had no intention of making friends with the young man who was like a killer star, and began to separate.

It's just that some people have greed in their eyes and impetuous hearts.

After stepping on a corpse, Ji Wushang looked weak, but still calm and elegant, harmless to humans and animals.It's hard to associate him with Shura, who was cruel with that method just now.

"Mr. Yue, return the property to the original owner."

The smell of blood in his body could not even be covered by the rain. Ji Wushang gently wiped the blood stains on the long sword with his sleeves and returned it with both hands.

When the Huashan school disciples saw him, their expressions were different.

Yue Buqun calmly took over the sword with a smile on his face, but he didn't know if he would dare to use this sword in the future, this evil sword with more than three hundred lives.

"Brother Lin is indeed a young hero. These underworld people are always domineering, unable to control their eyes, bullying the weak, and wantonly killing the good. Even the government can't help them. Today Brother Lin removed them for the people."

Yue Buqun called him Little Brother Lin before, but now he has removed the small print, which obviously represents two different attitudes.