C669 (2/2)

Shua, Shua, Shua!

See Luo Yu a purple sword air storm shot into innumerable people's shadow that rush to kill to come up.

”Puff, puff, puff...”

Suddenly, there is a shower of blood in the border. A famous warrior goes to kill Luo Yu, but as soon as he meets Luo Yu's sword spiral, he is hanged to pieces.

”Drink!”

Zhen Yuan, a warrior in Yuan Jing, holds a long gun in his hand and stabs Luo Yu in the light of the sword.

Dangdangdangdang!

But as soon as the spear touched the five yuan weapons that were spinning at high speed outside, the purple sword was immediately smashed into iron slag, and Luo Yu's speed did not slow down. He shot and smashed them.

In the startled eyes of the warrior, his arms were quickly smashed into minced meat and bone, then his head, shoulders, body and thighs!

Poop, poop, poop, poop!When the whole person reached his thigh, he was crushed into blood fog dregs, and the blood fog was immediately sucked into the body of the sword by the zique sword, leaving only white bone dregs and bloodless meat dregs on the ground, and the soul was absorbed by the soul jade.

It's slow to say, but the whole process is just a breath, and a Ning Yuan Jing is hanged into a slag, the real slag.

Second kill! This is the second kill!

And such a tragedy happened every breath, the air can only see the blood mist churning, bone slag falling, at the same time, the stink in the intestines also diffuse and open.

Meat mixer, yes, Luoyu is like a meat grinder, harvesting life every second.

If you want to kill, let me kill mercilessly. If you want to practice killing heart, let me be cold-blooded and merciless! Use killing to defend dignity, use killing to protect relatives, kill!

In just two minutes, more than 200 congenital masters all died clean, and the ground was covered with white bone dregs and meat mud.

The remaining 400 or so warriors of the day after tomorrow are stunned. One heart falls completely into the ice valley. No matter who is outside the border, a chill rises in their hearts.

Shura! Purple sword Shura, this side is Shura, kill two hundred people, congenital master, who else!

Luo Yu stopped figure again, a pair of eyes without joy and sorrow, looking at the trembling more than 400 people, slowly raised the purple que sword in his hand.

”Burning wave and fire dragon chop!”

”Roar!”

The purple que glows, and Zhenyuan condenses into a purple angry dragon more than 30 meters long, roaring and killing the crowd.

”Bang Bang...”

One by one warrior was killed into a blood mist without any resistance. Absorbed by the suspended zique, and then killed a hundred people, Zilong suddenly exploded and opened.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Countless purple swords burst forth, and hundreds of warriors were all shot down, one by one broken.

Six hundred people, three minutes, all out!

Prove the name of Shura with blood and killing! Use bones to pile up stairs and win the top of martial arts!

The purple flame border disappears. Luo Yu steps on the bones and comes out slowly. Thousands of people from the five major forces also witness Luo Yu's crazy killing, all shaking with fear.

Luo Yu's eyes swept to Yuan Yi, Zhou Shanshan and tie Xiong.

Poop, poop, poop!

Under their eyes, the three turned pale one by one and knelt on the ground together.

”Forgive me, young master!”