Chapter 72

The hand was not thick and even thin.

But.

But he firmly grasped the blood knife cut down by the black bully, which was as firm as steel pliers.

That hand can catch the black bully's full blow!

Can catch the extremely sharp blade of the blood knife!

That hand is Ye Yun's left hand!

Slightly raised his head, ye Yun's face seemed to have a smile, but it was a sneer.

The sneer made the black bully close at hand feel cold.

The black bully's heart is full of fear and panic.

Why?

Why can a dying boy block his fatal blow?

Why can the dead boy's left hand not fear his extremely sharp blood knife blade?

Why do you suddenly have a feeling of panic, as if surrounded by the haze of death?

This is obviously unscientific!

"I agreed to your son's request!"

Ye Yun's words rang out again and sounded like thunder in the black bully's ears.

Black bully wants to quickly condense Xuanqi to protect his body, but ye Yun's right hand is obviously a step faster than him.

The giant black sword in Ye Yun's right hand made a "Chi" sound, which stabbed into the black bully's body and into the black bully's heart.

This sword, ye Yun is completely a killer!

With this sword, the black bully will die!

"I'm not willing!"

Pierced by the huge black sword, the black bully didn't die immediately, but roared at the top of his voice.

That roar with infinite frustration, with endless resentment, with towering resentment

"Hehe, are you unwilling?"

"Then are those merchants who have been killed and robbed by you and your precious son willing?"

"Are those women who are occupied by your son willing?"

"Are those men you killed as grass mustard willing?"

"Also, if I didn't have a back hand today, I would certainly be brutally killed by you. If so, would I be willing?"

Ye Yun's tone was cold. The huge black sword in his hand turned and directly crushed the black bully's heart.

"Why are you unwilling? Why are you unwilling? Why do you have the face to be unwilling?"

His right hand made a sudden effort, and the huge black sword in Ye Yun's hand cut off the black bully at the waist!

It also announced that the head of the Black Hawk mercenary regiment, the Master Black bully on the fourth floor of the air level, fell!

Died at today's auction.

Died in the hands of a 15-year-old boy!

Until then.

Looking at the corpse of the black bully in the field, they slowly recovered.

They looked at Ye Yun with awe and worship.

That is a recognition of the strong, a yearning from the heart!

No one even cares why the apparently dying teenager suddenly broke out and greatly increased his strength, so as to kill the black bully thunder!

Because of this young man, they were shocked too much!

Among the crowd, Han Chong, who was just laughing, and Han Chong, who was just about to squeeze into the front row and spit on Ye Yun.

It's stupid, too.

Even if it's a panic escape!

As the saying goes, living is better than dying. Han Chong doesn't want to die.

But he couldn't escape after all. In Ye Yun's eyes, it was like a real killing opportunity.

He kicked the blood knife belonging to the black bully on the ground, kicked the blood knife out, and flew to Han Zhong who ran away with his life as if he had eyes

The blood knife passes through Han Chong's body as casually as passing through a piece of white paper!

"You can't keep this son!"

In the VIP area, Zhao Han gave a cold drink, and all his mysterious Qi was mentioned. It was the breath of the eighth floor of the empty step!

The empty level is eight layers, which is definitely the top existence in the place of chaos.

Even in the whole fallen British Empire, it can be called a strong man!

Aside, the poison King nodded heavily.

In fact, from the moment Ye Yun killed the black bully, the poison King took out a small bottle from his pocket, silently opened the bottle cap, and white light smoke floated out of the bottle

Although Ye Yun has been strongly upgraded, he is not sure about the fatal blow of Zhao Han's cultivation on the eighth floor of the Xuan level.

Even ye Yun didn't even have the idea of a collision.

Like an eagle rising into the sky, ye Yun stepped up and directly avoided Zhao Han's blow.

Then ye Yun picked up the cold swordsman on the ground and stepped up again.

It's much higher than the one that jumped just now. That posture is infinitely coquettish!

I didn't expect to practice the primary level of "jiuxiao Lingyun formula", which is as light as a swallow and as fast as an eagle.

This lightness skill script is really good!

Ye Yun sighed in his heart, like a dragonfly skimming the water. Several ups and downs left the auction house, leaving only a dark back for everyone.

In the field, Zhao Han obviously didn't expect that ye Yun had such a wonderful lightness skill script.

I thought of a master on the eighth floor of the empty rank, and I watched a little guy who was only fifteen or sixteen years old escape.

By the way, this guy still has a seriously injured cold swordsman in his hand!

Needless to say, Zhao Han shouted in his heart that he was ashamed and lost his hair!

"Zhao Han, poison king, I have written down this revenge. You must pay the price of bleeding in the future!"

In the distance, ye Yun suddenly looks back and doesn't forget to put down a cruel word before leaving!

"Damn it!"

Zhao Han shouted at Ye Yun's back with lingering anger.

"I didn't expect this boy's lightness skill to be so excellent, but"

The poison King's dry face seemed to have a cold smile, and then opened his mouth: "but I've tracked him for thousands of miles, and he can't escape!"

"Quack, quack..."

The poison King laughed bitterly, which made him feel cold.

Besides, ye Yun, carrying the seriously injured cold swordsman, flew all the way through the silent ancient city. It was really bad to light up the eyes of blind passers-by.

Leaving the silent ancient city, ye Yun is a cold swordsman with serious injuries, flying towards the falling mountains.

After all, the ancient city of chaos, even the Zhuang towns surrounding the ancient city, had the eyelid inserted by mercenary Corps. Sooner or later, it would be discovered by two old dogs of Zhao Han and the king of poison.

And now is not the time for a decisive battle.

The most important thing now is to pull the cold swordsman from the gate of hell, and to improve his strength as soon as possible.

Therefore, only the falling mountains are the safest place.

For nearly two hours, ye Yun stopped in a dense shrub forest.

The cold swordsman was placed under a tall bush. Before ye Yun could breathe a sigh of relief and wipe the old sweat on his forehead, he was suddenly startled by a huge sound of abuse.

Immediately, ye Yun's nerves were tight, and the huge black sword was also horizontal in his hand.

The cold swordsman who had just relaxed also narrowed his eyes.

The cold swordsman's right hand trembled and touched the sword box at his waist. Well, after all, his ruthless sword was pulled to the auction house.

Then almost at the same time, ye Yun and Leng Jianke looked at a big pit not far away.

The sound seems to come from the big pit!