Chapter 342 A Chain of Masters (2/2)
”Haha, Lin Xueyi, die!”
Yin Tianjue roared, and the spear pierced through the void, turning into a huge spear hundreds of meters long, killing Lin Xueyi.
”Lin Xueyi, let me give you a ride!”
Duanmu Canghai also sneered. The Sword light was shocked, and an infinite amount of energy erupted from that old body.
A Sword light chopped towards Lin Xueyi.
Just then -
Buzz!
Heaven and earth shook violently. In the distance, a blade cut through the void.
The blade was hundreds of meters long and black in color. What was most astonishing was that as it cut through the void, a series of shrill screams sounded, as if countless evil spirits were shouting.
The target of this blade was Yin Tianjue.
”Devil king purgatory slay!”
Yin Tianjue exclaimed, his face changed, and then he shouted, forcibly turning the direction of the champion in his hand, and roaring towards the blade.
With a roar, Yin Tianjue's body shook slightly, and he stepped back a few steps. With each step, a roar would be heard in the air.
Whoosh!
The blade dissipated and an old man in a black robe with a black moon embroidered on it appeared in the air.
”Old ghost shangguan, it's really you!”
Yin Tianjue said gloomily.
”Ghost Moon Sword Sect Ancestor, Shangguan Ming!”
Lin Xueyi's face lit up.
He thought that the Ghost Moon Sword Sect had been destroyed and Shangguan Ming had died in the war. At this point, it seemed that Shangguan Ming was not dead.
”Old ghost shangguan, I didn't kill you last time. This time, you will die by yourself. This is god's will.”
Yin Tianjue sneered.
”Yin Tianjue, and the Shifang sword sect. Even if I die, I won't let you succeed.”
Shangguan Ming looked resentful.
The Ghost Moon Sword Sect was destroyed, and he never wanted revenge.
”Shangguan Ming, you old bones, you better go early!”
Just then, a cold voice came from the distance.
Then, a slender figure with hands on his back stepped into the air.
In an instant, it appeared in front of him.
”Qiu Wuyang!”
Lin Xueyi, Shangguan Ming's face changed.
Qiu Wuyang, the head of the Shifang sword sect, was nearby.
”Shangguan Ming, I knew you weren't willing to take revenge all the time, so I didn't do anything just now. I just wanted to lure you out and deal with you.”
Qiu Wuyang said faintly. His figure flashed. Together with Duanmu Canghai and the two of them in the cloudy sky, the finished glyph encircled Lin Xueyi and shangguan ming in the middle.
Lin Xueyi leaned against shangguan ming and his face was extremely ugly.
Qiu Wuyang schemed and calculated everything, so that the Xuanyuan Sword Sect had no chance of survival.
Ah!
Just then, a long whistle came from below, piercing the sky.
Lin Xueyi and the others looked in that direction.
There, Fengwuji and Duanmu Lin were fighting.
But at this point, Fengwuji was completely invincible, covered in blood, and an arm was broken by Duanmu Lin's palm.
”Haha, Fengwuji, you're the number one Xuanyuan Sword Sect player and the six heroes of the scorching sun. You're just a waste. If I had been born a few years earlier, you wouldn't have stood out.”
Duanmu Lin laughed, his breath like a maniac, a body of cultivation, but also reached the fourth Martial Sect.
Boom!
Duanmu Lin cut it out with one blow, and Fengwuji barely resisted. He was blown thousands of meters away, and blood gushed out of his mouth.
”No scruples!”
High up in the sky, Lin Xueyi was extremely worried.
”Heh heh, Lin Xueyi, you've already lost. Even the younger generation, my duanmu family's genius is enough to crush you. Xuanyuan Sword Sect, it's time for a foreign owner.”
Duanmu Canghai sneered.
(The end of this chapter)