Chapter 342 (2/2)
Lin Xueyi can't be an opponent with one enemy and two opponents.
”Ha ha, Lin Xueyi, die!”
In the overcast sky, the battle spear pierced through the void and turned into a huge spear hundreds of meters long, killing Lin Xueyi.
”Lin Xueyi, let me give you a ride!”
Duanmu Canghai also sneers, sword light startles the sky, that old body, burst out of infinite energy.
A sword light cuts toward Lin Xueyi.
Just then --
hum!
Heaven and earth are shaking violently. In the distant void, a knife awn is cut.
This blade is hundreds of meters long and black. The most amazing thing is that when it cuts through the void, it sounds like countless evil spirits shouting.
The goal of this Dao mang is to make the sky clear.
”The ghost king was killed in purgatory!”
In the cloudy day, he exclaimed, his face changed, and then he gave a big drink. He turned the direction of Zhan Mao in his hand and flashed to this Dao mang.
A roar, overcast days Jue body a slight shock, back even step a few steps, each step out, the air will ring a burst of roar.Shua!
The knife awn dissipated, and an old man in a black robe, embroidered with a black moon, appeared in the air.
”It's you, Shangguan old ghost!”
On a cloudy day, his face was gloomy.
”Ghost moon sword ancestor, shangguanming!”
Lin Xueyi looks happy.
He thought that the ghost moon sword sect had been destroyed and shangguanming had been killed in battle. At this time, it seemed that Shangguan Ming was not dead.
”Shangguan old ghost, I didn't kill you last time. This time, you will die by yourself. It's God's will.”
Overcast day absolutely sneer way.
”It's overcast, and there's the ten side sword sect. I won't let you succeed even if I fight this old life.”
Shangguanming's face showed resentment.
When the ghost moon sword clan was destroyed, he wanted revenge all the time.
”Shangguanming, you old bone, you'd better go early!”
Just then, a cold voice came from far away.
Then, a slender figure, carrying his hands, stepped into the air.
In an instant, it appears near.
”There is no sun in autumn!”
Lin Xueyi, Shangguan Ming's face changed greatly.
Qiu Wuyang, the leader of Shifang sword sect, is actually nearby.
”Shangguanming, I knew you were not willing to take revenge, so I didn't do anything just now. I just wanted to lead you out and solve all of you.”
In autumn, there is no sun in the light of the road, and the shape of the body flashes. Together with Duanmu Canghai and overcast days, the two people finished the glyph, enclosing Lin Xueyi and Shangguan Ming in the middle.
Lin Xueyi and Shangguan Ming lean together, his face is extremely ugly.
Qiuwuyang made a strategy and calculated everything into it, which made Xuanyuan sword sect have no chance to survive.
Ah!
Just then, there was a long scream from below, penetrating into the sky.
The eyes of Lin Xueyi and others can't help but look in that direction.
There, wind Wuji and duanmulin are at war.
But at this time, wind Wuji is completely defeated, his whole body is soaked in blood, and one arm is broken by duanmulin's one hand.
”Ha ha, Feng Wuji, you are the first person of Xuanyuan sword sect and the six heroes of scorching sun. If I had been born a few years earlier, you would not have been able to get ahead.”
Duanmulin laughs, his breath is like crazy, and his cultivation has reached Wuzong quadruple.
Boom!
Duanmulin cuts out with a knife, and the wind resists it reluctantly. It flies for thousands of meters, and the blood gushes in his mouth.
”No taboo!”
High above, Lin Xueyi is extremely worried.
”Hey, Lin Xueyi, you have been defeated. Even the younger generation, the talent of my Duanmu family is enough to crush you. Xuanyuan sword sect should have been a different master for a long time.”
Duanmu Canghai sneers.