C80 (1/2)
How insidious! How insidious!
A dignified core disciple acting like an ant in the outer sect, his intentions were so sinister!
In an instant, endless fear swept through the hearts of Huang Tianba and the other three, this man was very cunning, it was truly shocking, since ancient times, there might be a core disciple pretending to be an inner sect disciple, but never an outer sect disciple pretending to be one, it was like pretending to be a pig to be a tiger was being pushed to the extreme!
All of a sudden, Zhuo Qingyun, the Greencloud Sword Saint, seemed to remember something as he said with a trembling voice, ”You …” You just … What I just said... Was it all true? Bai … The White Cloud Sword God Bai … Bai Wuji was truly... has really fallen into your hands? ”
”Soon, you will see him below!” The corners of Yang Fan's mouth curled up as he let out a cold laugh.
”Die …” Dead, really … ”He's really dead …” Although he had already predicted that Bai Wuji would really die miserably under Yang Fan's hands, but when he received Yang Fan's answer, Zhuo Qingyun still found it hard to accept that the White Cloud Sword God Bai Wuji was the goal he had pursued all his life!
Ah!” ”Bastard, who is it, and who is the one who is trying to harm me!” According to the news in the martial arts world, the person who obtained the Blood Spirit Grass was just a junior at the first grade of the Pulse Opening Realm. Yet, this wasn't a sheep at all, this was the prehistoric beast that chose a person to devour!
”Rumble!”, ”Rumble!”, ”Rumble!”...
Under the pressure of Yang Fan's terrifying aura, the space in all directions started to crack like a mirror. Endless amounts of air started to surge and flow in reverse, countless terrifying tornados wreaked havoc, as though they were doomsday!
”Alright, everything is over. Go and repent in hell for me!” With a cold and emotionless gaze, he looked at the Greencloud Sword Saint Zhuo Qingyun, as if his heart had been moved. ”Boom!” A terrifying killing intent soared into the sky, causing the surrounding space to freeze. Water vapor started to condense, turning into bits of ice crystals, as if autumn had passed into winter!
”Ah, Lord, have mercy, have mercy …” Zhuo Qingyun, the Greencloud Sword Saint, let out a desperate wail. Facing Yang Fan, who could even kill the white-clothed Sword God, Bai Wuji, Zhuo Qing Yun could not resist at all.
”Isn't it too late to beg for mercy now?” Yang Fan did not move, and slashed out with the Overlord's Slash. Boom!
”Rumble!”
A terrifying blade energy that was a hundred feet long came crushing down like a violent tornado. Wherever it went, air, space … Everything was destroyed!
Ah!” ”Bastard, who is it, and who is the one who is trying to harm me!” According to the news in the martial arts world, the person who obtained the Blood Spirit Grass was just a junior at the first grade of the Pulse Opening Realm. Yet, this wasn't a sheep at all, this was the prehistoric beast that chose a person to devour!
An ominous omen of the collapse of the earth engulfed Sword Saint Zhuo Qingyun, causing him to let out the wails of a wild beast before it died. His strong instinct for survival caused him to no longer care about the fear in his heart as the ancient sword on his back was unsheathed.
”Blue Lotus Sword Art — Blue Lotus will not be destroyed!”
The ancient Blue Lotus turned around and a bright and beautiful green light shot up into the sky. In an instant, the green light grew with the wind and instantly evolved into a ten meter in diameter gigantic Blue Lotus.
”Bam!”
The gigantic blade aura and the ancient Blue Lotus finally collided!
In the span of a single breath!
”Puchi!”, ”Puchi!”, ”Puchi!” …
Lotus, Lotus Leaf, Lotus Bed … Everything was cut into pieces. The remnant saber Qi did not slow down, and directly smashed into the body of Sword Saint Zhuo Qingyun. Zhuo Qingyun was instantly sent flying backwards, his body emitting explosive sounds!
Being also at the first stage of the Martial Master realm, Yang Fan was far stronger than Zhuo Qingyun. Even if he did not use any martial arts, just his own blood could easily crush Yang Fan!
With just one slash, Zhuo Qingyun, the Sword Saint of the top rank in the Land of Dan Yang, was removed from the martial world!
”Next, you die!” Yang Fan's gaze turned as it swept towards the pale-faced Ba Dao Huang Tianba, as though he was a high and mighty god who ruled over the life and death of all!