Chapter 138 (1/2)

Late at night.

Qi Yun jumped out of the room and stood on the roof with a broad double-edged sword.

His body flashed and rushed into the distance.

During the day, Li Qing asked secretly about the residence of an elder below.

He'll go in and kill this man tonight.

This elder repeatedly refused to deal with himself and didn't kill him. He was really upset.

Brush.

Stepping on the snow without trace, his body jumped one after another and disappeared into the dark.

In the vast mansion, the lights were shining, and there were bursts of faint sound.

All the servant girls and servants had fallen into a deep sleep.

Qi Yun fell lightly on the top of the wall, wearing a bronze mask on his face, and his mental power was pushed to the extreme.

Suddenly, he heard a very long breath, his eyes flashed and swept past.

Breathing is so long and weak. He is definitely an internal skill expert, mostly elder Fang.

He fell outside the room, gently pricked the window paper and looked inside.

On the bed.

A Taoist shadow sits with his eyes closed and cultivates his advanced internal skills. His body surface is covered with Yingying luster, red light flashes, his breathing is weak and long, and each inhalation is as long as tens of seconds.

Just as Qi Yun pierced the window paper, the figure on the bed suddenly flashed a cold light.

”Who?”

The elder Fang whispered and looked up in an instant.

Whoosh!

When he shook his palm, several throwing knives on the table, controlled by his internal Qi, shot directly out of the room and made a sharp sound.

Dang Dang!

There were shrill sounds and sparks.

Several throwing knives seem to have hit some wrought iron.

Boom!

Suddenly, the house collapsed, and a human figure rushed across, like a burning meteor. Holding a wide and huge sword, it moved and roared, and the air in the whole hall surged and made a clatter.

He swept with a sword, which was like a great mountain.

As soon as Fang Changlao's face changed, his body suddenly backed back, smashed the wall with his back and flew backwards.

But the speed of his retrogression was not as fast as Qi Yun's forward rush.

Qi Yun rushed and his blood burned. He was like a world-class demon God. The huge sword wheel in his hand moved and roared, and the air waves were unstoppable.

The power of this blow is unknown.

It gives people an illusion that mountains can be split!

Fang Changlao's face was frightened and he directly felt the strong crisis of life and death.

With a violent roar, he recklessly encouraged his internal power and bombarded the sweeping giant sword.

Violent palm power surged out, like mountains and seas, with great power, trying to stop the castration of the giant sword.

But it didn't work.

The giant sword is invincible and powerful!

Boom!

All the palm power was shattered, and the air was sunken and a huge vortex appeared.

Poof!

The whole giant sword swept from the elder's waist and cut him off. Blood gushed like a spring, dyed the world red, and screamed all over the night.

His upper and lower bodies were directly separated, and all his internal organs and intestines fell out, splashing everywhere.

The upper part of the body was carried by Pang ran and hit hard in the distance. With a bang, it sent out a painful cry.

Fang Changlao didn't die immediately.

His profound skills made his willpower extraordinary tenacity, and he cried miserably on the ground.

”Ah, come on, come on...”

After Qi Yun swept out his sword, he rushed out again, took the heavy sword as an iron ruler, made a heavy roar, and patted it hard on elder Fang's body.

With Qi Yun's violent power, it's hard to imagine a heavy sword of more than 1000 kg.