Chapter 171

Qinglong didn't dare to do it without sun Yi's order, especially white tiger. Among those people, there was his nephew and daughter-in-law.

"Really?" The sinister eyes of the Xuanwu old man congealed to Sun Yi. A black palm print appeared in his hand and suddenly slapped a bound warrior on his head. A sound of watermelon fragmentation came out, and red and white splashed all over the ground.

This scene made the martial artists who were tied together want to split their courage, for fear that the next palm print of Xuanwu would shoot at themselves.

Xuanwu's practice made Sun Yi's eyes coagulate tightly, and his face was even colder.

"You're looking for death."

"That's not it. I'll change it."

Another martial artist was slapped by the Xuanwu and burst his head, followed by another one. In a short time, four or five martial artists of the blood killing club were slapped and burst their heads by the Xuanwu, and a strong smell of blood was inhaled into the people's nose with the breeze.

"What a cruel Xuanwu. I've never seen him so cruel."

The crowd immediately took a breath of cool air. The blood of Xuanwu not only made the warrior of xuesha society feel numb, but even his own men unconsciously retreated from Xuanwu.

"It's not yet. I'll change it."

The Xuanwu is like a mad devil and kills a bound warrior. In his heart, as long as he can get the alchemy master, he doesn't care about anything. He doesn't hesitate to fight with blood. Even if he can't get it, he will turn into white bones in more than 20 years.

"Enough, stop." Sun Yi shouted. The cruelty of Xuanwu made Sun Yi furious. He was worried that Xuanwu would extend the handprint of death to Zhan Ning.

"That's not enough unless you hand over the alchemy master!"

At this time, Xuanwu was crazy. His eyes were occupied by a touch of bright red, and his hands condensed into big palm prints. He photographed those bound martial artists. Not long ago, only more than a dozen bound martial artists were left. Pools of blood flowed down the stairs and accumulated into a small blood pool.

"Xuanwu is crazy!"

Everyone present was afraid of Xuanwu. It was common to kill people and see blood in Linghuan ancient city, but it was rare to kill people with unreasonable reasons, and shoot their heads with such a slap.

As an old half step judan master, in fact, Xuanwu's mind should not be so cruel, but he is too eager to be promoted to judan realm. With his remaining 20 or 30 years of Shouyuan, it is impossible to enter judan realm without great opportunity.

At the moment, Xuanwu has been in trouble, and Sun Yi's cold words have already made him hold a breath in his chest. In addition, after the first martial artist who saw blood was shot and exploded by him, the heart devil in his heart has already occupied his reason. Now he is not Xuanwu, but a poor man controlled by the heart devil‘

"No, this man is crazy. We can't let him go on like this, otherwise Ning'er will be in danger."

Sun Yi whispered to himself. Fortunately, Zhan Ning is far away from Xuanwu, but if he doesn't do it again, these people will be killed by Xuanwu sooner or later.

"Will you hand over the alchemy master? I want to break through the gathering of pills. I want to dominate the cangyun continent."

At the moment, the Xuanwu has been completely controlled by the heart demon, and the inner desire is infinitely amplified. A bound warrior is caught in his hand again. Under the frightened expression on the warrior's face, the Xuanwu is pinched and broken, and the blood splashed all over makes the Xuanwu crazy.

"Kill me."

If Sun Yi faced the Xuanwu society with the purpose of soliciting before, but now he completely gave up the idea. Now Sun Yi wants to kill, and Xuanwu wants to kill himself.

Sun Yi never knew what pity was for those who touched his own scales.

Sun Yi suddenly burst into the air, and the lightning speed left a residual shadow in the air. In a moment, he came to this group of bound martial artists, carried them with his hands, and was thrown back to the queue of the blood killing club one by one. Zhan Ning was also returned to the team of the blood killing club by Sun Yi.

Fortunately, Xuanwu is crazy at the moment, otherwise Sun Yi will not be so easy to rescue Zhan Ning. After saving Zhan Ning, Sun Yi's hanging heart will be completely put down. Next, it's time to deal with Xuanwu.

At the moment, with the command of Sun Yi, hundreds of martial arts in the Dharma Realm fought together, and the martial arts of the Xuanwu society also welcomed them. They knew that the blood killing society would not easily spare them today.

Suddenly, there was a sense of killing between heaven and earth. The scuffle between thousands of martial arts in the Dharma Realm was terrible. Between heaven and earth, thunder seemed to tear the sky. In the sky and underground, a famous martial arts fell, and bodies fell in front of the blood killing meeting.

The powerful martial arts are shaking the earth and blooming in the space. Even a martial artist in the pill gathering area does not dare to enter the battlefield at will. Sometimes the quantity will overwhelm the quality.

The strength of the blood killing club makes the martial artists of the Xuanwu Club complain endlessly. The combat power of Qinglong and others often needs several banbu judan to cooperate with many Dharma bodies in the later stage, which is still very reluctantly.

A giant claw fell out of thin air. Under the cruel face of the green dragon, a half step gathering Dan warrior was directly photographed. There was a blood hole in his chest and fell to the ground slowly in his frightened eyes.

He is the first half step pill to fall, but he will not be the last.

The fierce claw marks and the domineering attack made everyone tremble.

A cold flash of the white tiger flashed in front of a half step gathering pill. Suddenly, there were more claws deep in the chest. In a twinkling, the Xuanwu would fall down another half step gathering pill.

At this moment, life is undoubtedly cheap. The martial artists of the Xuanwu society are begging for mercy again and again. Unfortunately, the cruelty of the Xuanwu society has long made the martial artists of the blood killing society inexhaustible. Who will ignore the Xuanwu society's begging for mercy and take away the lives of a martial artist again and again.

The morale of the martial artists of the blood killing society is like a rainbow, while the martial artists of the Xuanwu society are eager to crack one by one. These are a group of killing gods.

At the moment, Sun Yi met the Xuanwu old man alone and made a sudden force under his feet. Sun Yat Sen burst into the air with his iron fist carrying 10000 tons of pressure. The power of terror shook the void, and each fist was merciless.

"Roar!" The Xuanwu roared up to the sky like a beast, and met Sun Yi recklessly. The big palm prints in his palms were shot one after another, and each palm could take Sun Yi's 10000 ton iron fist.

Although Xuanwu is crazy, its combat effectiveness is rising sharply. Even Sun Yi feels great pressure in close combat with him.

"Golden red light wave!" With a roar, Sun Yi quickly retreated, and his golden strength surged. Eighteen waves of golden red balls condensed in his hands, pushed them hard, and spun away with terrible pressure.

The golden red light waves burst around the Xuanwu, and the dazzling lights bloomed between heaven and earth. The overflowing waves harmed some scuffle fighters, and the air wave swept the whole blood killing club.