Chapter 1475 (1/2)

The wounded masked man didn't hear the answer, because the people in front of him disappeared, and then the surrounding companions fell down one by one.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. Blood kept flowing out of his fingers. He felt death, but he couldn't die for a while and a half.

Death is not terrible, but waiting for death.

Those immortal realm Jiuchong with similar strength could not even stop the other party's sword. They were killed by one blow no matter how they moved.

He swore that he had never seen such a fierce person, or such a fierce move.

This is not a martial art, but a simple sword move. Anyone who can use a sword can do it. But it's such a simple move, but he kills his companions again and again.

What's terrible is that this ghostly person is actually a double immortal state. If the pain of his neck is not still there, he thinks it's an illusion after death.

More than twenty people died, but he was the only one left in a moment. A chill flowed out of his heart and spread all over his body.

”Do you want to know who I am?” Yun fan shook off the blood on Lingyun sword and stood in front of the masked man.

The cold killing intention and red eyes are like Shura coming out of hell.

The masked man nodded and didn't even dare to make a big move. He seemed to think that if the amplitude was a little larger, his head would fall to the ground.

They are well prepared. They know the situation of Tianjian peak disciples very well. They can kill the nine weights of immortal territory, such as mowing grass. How can they all be the combat power of Saint territory.

In Tianjian peak, there is no one else in the sage realm except Shangguan Qi Tian and Roland.

He couldn't figure it out. Even if he died, he wanted to know the answer.

”I'm her brother. Don't you want to be her brother? Do you think you deserve it?”

Yunfan said, Lingyun sword danced, and pieces of flesh and blood flew out. In a moment, the masked man became a skeleton.

The disciples of Jiansui peak opened their mouths one by one, looked at Yunfan's figure, and their eyes were full of fear.

Killing is nothing but a sword, but the other party has become a skeleton, but he is not dead. I'm afraid of that pain.

”Brother, kill it!” Yang Lian trembled, turned her head and didn't dare to take another look.

”Do you hear me? This is my sister. Even scum like you plead for you.”

When a sword was wielded, his head flew up. Yunfan's mental power was released. A long sword on the ground quickly followed and nailed his head to the trunk of a hugging tree.

Glancing at the crowd, they immediately felt a cold wind blowing, and their bodies shook involuntarily.

”Yunfan, the disciples of other peaks are still struggling. We...”

Li Qingyi summoned up the courage to come forward and couldn't say it again halfway through his words.

Suddenly, he found that there seemed to be no reason for Yunfan to save people.

Although Yunfan is Keqing's disciple of Jiansui peak, he knows that Yunfan doesn't want to be a disciple of Tianjian peak.

The most important thing is that Yunfan didn't join Tianjian peak for a long time. Excluding the time to travel to jiuchongtian, it only adds up to more than ten days.

Saving people means taking risks. It's not easy for Yunfan to save them. He has no obligation to save disciples of the other peaks.

In particular, Yunfan just showed his intention to kill. Even if he was the eldest martial brother of Jiansui peak, he felt afraid in front of Yunfan.