Chapter 200 (1/2)

Yang Yu's head flies in the air, and his round eyes are full of fear and reluctance.

He never thought that Zhou Yang's killing move was not the sword array, but the last blow.

He did not expect that he would be killed by Zhou Yang!

At that time, Zhou Yang was chased and played like a mouse.

All of all, Yangyu has no time to think, also can't think.

”You killed Yangyu, damn it!”

The scene happened so suddenly that it was like lightning. The sword

In the array, the wind was just ready to rush out, but the next second the hot blood spilled on her face.

Then she saw the flying head, which made her feel deep fear.

”He won't be lonely on the way to huangquan, because you will be with him soon.”

Zhou Yang's cold voice rang out, and he could see the magic formula in his hand.

With the acceleration of his hand movement, the sword array that had been broken suddenly recovered.

”Zhou Yang, you won't let you go if you kill our Yin Yang sect!”

Soon, Yin Feng roared in the sword formation, with fear, reluctance and anger.

”Yin Yang sect... Hum, you will see them soon.”

Zhou Yang snorted coldly. His eyes were so cold that he didn't dare to look directly at them.

”Ah...”

The scream in the sword array rings, and you can see pieces of flesh and blood splashing out!

”Zhou Yang, I will not let you go even if I am a ghost!”

The voice of roar rings out one after another, Yin Feng wants to break the sword array, but it is more crazy sword array waiting for her.

In the end, Yin Feng completely gave up resistance, waiting for the arrival of death.

”You can't help me when you are alive, let alone become ghosts!”

Zhou Yang snorted coldly, and saw his fingers move. Suddenly, a thin sword flew into the air, and fell down at a high speed in the next second.

Puff, puff, puff

Although it's not like a thousand arrows pierce the heart, the Yin wind, which has been lingchi by the thin sword, looks miserable at the moment and seems to turn into a pile of bones.

”Yin Yang sect, wait. It's your turn soon.”

After seeing the two men killed, Zhou Yang looks out and murmurs.

”Brothers, you will not die in vain. I am sure Zhou Yang will let those forces pay for their blood.”

”Are you all right, my lord?”

There was a rush of footsteps outside, and white tiger came with a team of people.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, rolling head, splashing flesh and blood, the white tiger's eyes coagulated and quickly walked to Zhou Yang.

”Where is Liu Hui?” Without turning around, Zhou Yang asked.

”By the time we got there, there was no one else here.”

Said the white tiger.

During this period of time, he has been staring at Yinyang sect, and naturally knows that Liu Hui is the Holy Son of Yinyang sect.

However, Bai Hu was puzzled. Could it be said that the scene in front of him was caused by Yin Yang sect? Do they have to be in such a hurry?

”Gone?”

Looking at the broken wall, Zhou Yang muttered to himself, not knowing what he was thinking.

”My Lord, is it all the work of the Yin Yang sect?”

Asked the white tiger.

”Including those you killed before, they are all from the Yin Yang sect.”

Looking at the body on the ground, Zhou Yang said coldly.

”A group of people who were doomed from the beginning are just pulling their fate ahead of time.”

With a word left, Zhou Yang turns to leave.

”Clean this up. The police should be here soon.”

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