Chapter 417 (1/2)

”Random.”

Shen Zhenyi answers calmly.

Of course, he didn't deliberately choose who to kill first and then. He killed whoever was in a good position and posture. He just chose different martial arts and showed them to different disciples. There is no mistake in this process.

The pure lotus wall was torn open and the red blood flew out!

”This is...”

Looking at the battle in the distance, the swordsman suddenly widened his eyes, narrowed his pupils and surprised his face.

There is no magic sword in the hands of the third master Shen.

The fierce sword still hangs quietly on his waist.

However, the sword of Third Master Shen.

The swordsman rubbed his eyes and clearly saw a black figure in front of Shen Zhenyi. It was just the terrible devil in the shape of magic sword!

It growled ferociously and was tearing the body of Pratt Whitney.

”Hell...”

In the shadow, some people speak, suffering, as if suffering.

Looking for the swordsman body a shock, left and right to find no one, this just lowered the voice, ”how do you come out at this time.”

The voice in the dark didn't breathe well: ”I think I've been torn in two. What the hell is this man. I can summon my sword soul without holding my body. Moreover, I'm confused and completely made by it. It's killing me! ”

The evil sword has already had its soul.

The soul of the sword is extremely evil, and it is not controlled by people. Its only situation now is that the noumenon does not belong to Shen Zhenyi. Otherwise, this person will be able to smash its sword spirit at a time!

Liushang believes this clearly.

The man It can be done.

”How dare you fight him?” The swordsman's tone was pathetic and sighed slightly.

”What do you know?”

”This is our only chance.”

It gradually lowered its voice, and suddenly screamed, ”son of a bitch, if it's not your sword, don't use it like this. Cherish it, it's killing me!”

He sobbed, the sword soul was damaged, and he could not speak any more.

At this time, the inclusive division in the field has been torn to pieces, and the violent black shadow has disappeared.

Shen Zhenyi takes part of the soul of the demon sword liushang and kills the Pu Hui master with a self exploding attack.

”Xiaoxun, the magic sword is controlled by the heart, not by the magic sword. Do you understand?”

He turned back and spoke slowly.

In an instant, he killed three people and taught them, which seemed to happen at the same time, as if it had been a long time.

The four patriarchs who are still fighting against Shen Zhenyi are all with broken eyes. They dare not insist on this time. They all turn their heads and escape backward.

What they meet is not a man, but a monster!

It's the monster of monsters!

Six people attack together. He can still walk around the court and kill two people one after another. He slowly comments on how strong the third master Shen is?

They did not want to think about the revenge they would face later, nor did they pay attention to the surprised eyes of their disciples, nor did they have time to take care of face.

Run!

Only by escaping from the abandoned sword villa can we escape from the plague God. At least we can live a little longer!

”Is that the escape?”

Shen Zhenyi sighed and shook his head slightly, ”how come you have no backbone?”

Encounter this kind of abnormal, still talk about backbone?