Chapter 122

Some people feel that the crisis is getting closer and closer, and say that people around him nod their heads and agree.

"Let's all work together to kill him. We can't give him another chance to break them one by one."

The crowd gradually moved closer to one place, ready to work together to deal with Leng Wuhen. Leng Wuhen's strength was terrible. His sword was like a life threatening talisman, who he met and who he killed.

Leng Wuhen killed more than ten people in succession, and his eyes were cast towards this side. Suddenly, the chill came. These people touched the red pupil under the dark mask, and only felt the breath of death.

"Don't be afraid of him. With so many of us, even if he is not weak, he will be able to deal with him."

It's as if I'm aware of the fear of my companions around me. Some people say something to comfort me. I don't know whether it's to embolden myself or something else. But for Leng Wuhen, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that they all have to die.

Cold traceless steps, slowly approaching, the surging evil spirit, more and more intense, all of them are shrouded in them, constantly destroying their self-confidence.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me."

Finally, a person's confidence is completely destroyed in this fierce evil spirit. He turns around and runs away. He has a feeling that no matter how many other people there are, he still can't take the cold knife.

"Bloodthirsty, evil spirit!"

Cold traceless steps suddenly step, the scythe wave out, suddenly, the black air of death around the awn, into a powerful sword Gang, destroy everything.

"Poop, poop, poop..."

A subtle light sound came out, those who are ready to join hands to deal with the cold no trace of the crowd, the body all froze there, eyes full of horror.

Lowering their heads, they looked at their abdomen, where the trace of a knife was very clear.

"Why?"

The crowd one by one fell down, to death, they still don't understand, cold no trace so powerful, why to kill them.

"Because you should die."

Leng Wuchen's body is wrapped with black ember gas. Holding a knife, he turns around. Where the red pupils pass, the crowd throws everything behind and runs away.

"Hum!" The sound of a dragon chant resounds, and the black water dragon hovers around the cold traceless.

Leng Wuhen's strength is too strong. They can't escape the ten or a hundred knives of death just now. They have no other choice but to escape. Now Leng Wuhen is called the God of death by others.

"Who's being presumptuous here?" At this time, the top of yingjizong, a sharp sound of drinking came out, and then, nine figures swooped down and came to yingjizong.

"Who are you?" The head of the nine figures is an old man with an old and proud face. He cheers coldly at Leng Wuchen, standing aloof.

The elder of Yingji sect, Kai Jianyuan, looks at Leng Wuhen and shouts. The fishy red eyes under the cold traceless dark mask looked at the old man and flashed a cold light.

"You yingjizong are really powerful!"

"Who are you? We yingjizong haven't offended you

"The person who killed you" steps, suddenly, the fierce fighting, a crazy sword, blooming.

Nine people felt the fierce force, their bodies trembled violently, their pupils contracted violently, and their breath was very short.

"It's domineering!" People's hearts tremble wildly. This mask man can use domineering power.

Leng Wuhen smiles coldly when he sees the reaction of Kai Jianyuan. He is more and more aggressive. Several people around him have been crushed by this arrogance, and they don't even have the courage to fight.

"Let me go. We have to. If we have offended you before, it has nothing to do with us. We also have to. We also listen to the people above us!"

Kai Jianyuan's voice trembled slightly. He was afraid of death.

"Forced? What a "last resort!"

Cold no trace step out, powerful knife power in an instant pouring out, the light of the knife is extremely dazzling.

"Don't..." Kill nine people with one knife.

In front of Leng Wuchen's overbearing knife, they have no resistance at all. Leng Wuhen hasn't shown his real strength for a long time. He has been suppressing himself because he doesn't want to be killed to corrode his soul.

"Hoo..."

See the body of nine people fall down, cold no trace spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, the mood is extremely depressed.

Looking at these bodies, their eyes became sharper and sharper.

Leng Wuhen always reminds himself that the weak are bullied and deprived of their lives after one death! Strong, overlooking the world, anger is bloody.

At the moment, cold traceless flashed some fragments in his mind. A thin and weak young man stood on the mountain and cried out: "I will become a strong man and dye hatred red with blood!"

The youth in the clip will never forget those responsible eyes. At that time, he carried the hope of too many people. Those people, with their own lives, bought his survival. It's called lengyuan."Boom, boom..."

At this time, the earth suddenly trembled, and the tremor became more and more intense, and the rumbling sound became more and more loud.

A middle-aged man leaned down. The stone gate on the steps of yingjizong suddenly opened, and thousands of people rushed out. He was full of strong ember gas.

The middle-aged man was furious and said, "I didn't expect that master baitianzun was not here, so someone came to look for trouble!" Looking at the bodies underground, the middle-aged man's murderous spirit became more and more intense.

However, Leng Wuhen doesn't care. The words in the other party's mouth, at the moment, Yingji sect moves in all directions, and tens of thousands of people surround Leng Wuhen. Cold no trace light way: "I wanted to give you an opportunity, but you do not know how to cherish!"

Leng Wuchen shakes his neck, and his toes jump up a little.

"Whoosh..."

At the same time, a huge voice echoed in the air: "Jinpo, ten thousand swords return to one!"

When the voice falls, Leng Wuhen radiates a brilliant light, and a strong breath of antiquity follows. The golden spirit is attached to Leng Wuhen, and the illusory golden spirit is printed in the air.

At this moment, the fusion of cold traceless and Jin's spirit, the sky burst out of brilliance, illuminating the boundless sky, showing dense golden lines, running through the vast jiuxiao, all are coco chains, up to the edge, down to endless.

As Leng Wuchen's breath becomes stronger and stronger, the chains of Guanghua Puzhao coco become clearer and clearer, and a golden virtual shadow sword is formed. The number of Swords is amazing and endless, filling this area.

"One thought makes a devil!"

The author Yi Xiaohan said: I hope you can support me a lot, Xiaohan.