Chapter 417

"Random."

Shen Zhenyi answered calmly.

Of course, he didn't deliberately choose who to kill first and then who to kill. Whoever had a good position and posture, he just chose different martial arts and showed them to different disciples. This process can't be mistaken.

Hiss, the sword light flies across, and the evil nature is awe inspiring. The pure lotus wall was forcibly torn open, and the red blood flew out!

"This is..."

The swordsman who looked at the battle in the distance suddenly widened his eyes, narrowed his pupils and looked surprised.

There is no magic sword in Shen's hand.

That ferocious magic sword is still hanging quietly at his waist.

But the sword of third childe Shen.

The swordsman rubbed his eyes and clearly saw a black figure in front of Shen Zhenyi. It was the terrible devil in the shape of magic sword!

It roared ferociously and was tearing up the body of Pratt Whitney.

"Shit..."

In the shadow, someone spoke in pain, as if he were suffering.

The swordsman's body shook and there was no one left or right. Then he lowered his voice, "how can you come out at this time?"

The voice in the dark didn't have a good way: "I think I've been torn in two by people. What the hell is this person? I can summon my sword soul without holding my body. Moreover, I'm confused and completely made by it. I'm dying!"

The evil sword has already had the soul of the sword.

The soul of the sword is extremely evil and uncool. The only situation it has now is that the noumenon does not belong to Shen Zhenyi. Otherwise, this person can smash its sword soul as soon as he reads it!

Magic sword liushang clearly believes so.

That man... Must be able to do it.

"Then how dare you do the right thing with him?" the swordsman sighed in a pathetic tone.

"What do you know!"

The evil sword liushang scolded him, "this is our only chance."

Its voice gradually dropped, and suddenly shouted violently, "son of a bitch, don't use your sword like this. Cherish it, it hurts me!"

He sobbed, and the soul of the sword was damaged and speechless.

At this time, the Pratt Whitney division in the field has been torn to pieces, and the violent shadow has disappeared.

Shen Zhenyi took part of the soul of the magic sword liushang and killed the Pratt Whitney division in one fell swoop with a self exploding attack.

"Xiaoxun, the devil's sword is controlled by the heart, not by the devil's sword. Can you see?"

He looked back and spoke slowly.

In an instant, he killed three people in a row and taught them. It seemed that this happened at the same time, and it seemed that he had been separated for a long time.

The four patriarchs who were still shooting at Shen Zhenyi were all split. This time, they really didn't dare to insist. They all turned their heads and ran back.

They met not people, but monsters!

It's a monster among monsters!

Six people joined in the attack. Unexpectedly, he could walk around and kill two people one after another. Slowly comment on the strength of the third childe Shen. How strong is he?

They didn't want to think about the revenge they would face later, didn't care about the surprised eyes of their disciples, and had no time to take into account face.

Run!

Only when you escape from abandoned sword mountain villa can you escape the plague God and live at least a little longer!

"Now run away?"

Shen Zhenyi sighed and shook his head slightly, "why don't you have any backbone?"

What kind of backbone do you talk about when you meet this kind of pervert?

Ge Zhong Wu four hearts desperately Tucao, make complaints about the eight legs, so that they can escape as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, it was just a close door. I don't know why it was so far away!

"Which one to chase first?"

Shen Zhenyi is still in good shape.

He held his cheek and pondered, then lazily took a step and walked forward. "If you can think clearly and escape at the beginning, I won't kill you."

"It's a pity that at this time, you run away because of fear. Your evil thoughts are burning and you can't get rid of them. That can only be used as a model for me to test the sword for my disciples."

With one step, he seemed to shorten the distance by leaps and bounds, and somehow stopped in front of Xiao Bishui.

Mr. Shen gave him a chance. When he spoke to grandma Jin, he also looked at Xiao Bishui.

They can leave.

But they didn't.

He came with malice and didn't know how to repent.

Such people have no need to survive.

"Is your sword fast?"

"Well, let's hurry up!"

Shen Zhenyi smiled and opened his mouth.

Xiao Bishui had no time to respond. When Shen Zhenyi caught up with her, her heart had sunk into the abyss. She only felt cold, but she was still dying and waved her sword back!

Hiss!

The speed of sword light is known as the first in the outer city in the 19th century.

Unfortunately, after all, it is only the first outside the city in the 19th century.

Shen Zhenyi's sword light came later and first. The blue flame was almost a little faster than her, and pierced her heart.

Xiao Bishui's iron swallow cut, then deadlocked in the air, can't go further.

She just felt stiff and paralyzed, her lips were bitter, and her eyes began to be lax.

"Is this... Poison?"

Why use poison if you can pierce her heart so quickly?

Xiao Bishui simply felt incredible. What on earth is this third childe Shen thinking?

Shen Zhenyi shook his hand and took his finger as his sword, but he didn't have any substantive contact with Xiao Bishui, but he had to clean it up.

Turning back, Lang said, "the poisonous sword is the fastest and the fast sword is the most poisonous. Zining, if you can't stab others' poisonous sword, what's the difference between it and the sword light without poison?"

So... I still have to teach my disciples!

Xiao Bishui died in peace. This was the last thought in her mind.

Chu Huoluo glanced in the room, "I always think master is a bit of painting a snake... Even if his sword is non-toxic, the woman will surely die. If elder martial sister zining can have master's sword technique, why should she take part in the cultivation of 100 poison scriptures?"

If the purple Ning gentleman has realized, he did not make complaints about Chu Tsao's Tucao, and sat on his knees.

"Elder martial sister's qualification is still higher than me!"

Chu Huoluo lamented, "no matter what the master said, she can always get insight and breakthrough."

Princess long chuckled, "that's because elder martial sister sincerely believes in master. Every word is according to ruolun's purpose. You can't do it. Of course, you won't have so much understanding!"

"Of course, I believe in master unconditionally!"

Chu Huoluo was unconvinced, but on second thought, compared with ziningjun, she was still far away after all, and she could only laugh.

This is something that cannot be forced. Perhaps only zining Jun's simple and unparalleled temperament can have this pious belief.

"You say, if master is really an immortal, isn't elder martial sister zining sure to be his disciple?" Chu Huoluo suddenly asked Princess long.

The dragon county Lord was stunned. Suddenly, there was a mysterious feeling. I don't know what inspiration I caught, but it wasn't so clear.