Chapter 1883 (1/2)

”Don't be afraid!”

The leader of the demon sect had planned to attack Lingxiao, but when he saw this situation, he had to join the array to urge the ghost shadow. Somehow, he maintained the huge ghost shadow.

However, it was only a moment later that the magic shadow was directly destroyed by the terrible sword storm, leaving no trace.

The ground was in a mess.

The warriors of the demon sect fell to the ground with pale faces.

Over the confrontation of soul power, they were defeated, and very thoroughly.

Thirty one people are not as strong as one.

”How can this guy have such a terrible sword sense? What kind of cultivation is he? What is the level of existence? ”

Everyone was confused.

Although on the surface, Lingxiao has only seven realms of yin and Yang, but no one believes it is true.

Lingxiao can kill Prince Wu instantly before Lingxiao, which proves that his cultivation is not lower than the twelve levels of yin and Yang.

But even so, this guy shouldn't be so powerful.

”If you want to kill me, I will send you to death!”

The strong blood gas is like a big wave, which is like a big wave. The light sword in Lingxiao's hand has been completely transformed into the red blood sword.

All the martial arts practitioners of the demon sect can feel that their Qi and blood are coming out of their bodies, being torn and pulled by something, and rushing towards the sword.

Just this terrible breath is enough to kill.

Not to mention the terrible sword meaning and awn.

”Sword of red blood, kill!”

Lingxiao's mouth, spit out a cold word, as if sentenced the death penalty of the 31 warriors of the demon sect.

Immediately, Lingxiao's body disappeared from the original place and turned into a bright bloody sword.

”Ah ~ ~”

The first scream sounded, and the body of the demon sect warrior who was touched by the Red Blood Sword immediately became dry and lifeless.

The Qi and blood of a martial artist is fundamental and the most important.

If you don't have Qi and blood, you're dead, you're living.

The martial arts of the demon sect wanted to make Lingxiao a living corpse, but they didn't expect that they were made into living corpses by Lingxiao first.

The terrible sword was as fast as lightning, and combined with the amazing rapid light of Lingxiao, it was like blood lightning. In a moment, seven or eight demon sect warriors had been slaughtered.

The rest of them looked at the horror of the bloody lightning with despair and fear in their hearts.

Death was so close to them that they never thought about it.

They are the people of demon sect.

Instead, they were killed by Lingxiao.

Escape!

Several relatively strong warriors of the demon sect forgot the existence of the wanlei Zhuxian array because of fear, and turned and fled to the outside.

Or in their opinion, it's better to die in thunder and turn into fly ash than to be hit by this terrible bloody lightning.

But they were too slow.

Or the sword in the sky is too fast.

In a twinkling of an eye, thirty-one people all died under the bloody lightning.

Lingxiao stood there with the red blood sword in his hand, and watched all the martial artists of the demon sect begin to shrivel, and all the Qi and blood are injected into the red blood sword.

The red blood sword was like a fierce beast, and produced some kind of consciousness.

But this kind of consciousness, but is pressed to death by the soul of Lingxiao, dare not resist, only serve.

”No! devil! You are the real devil

The screams of terror were heard in the dark of the night.

The martial arts of the demon sect are always proud of their strangeness, cruelty and evil. They feel that they are cruel enough and terrible enough.

All the fighters were frightened to see them.