Chapter 591

At the last moment, the old man in black hadn't seen how Lin Yun's sword was used, maybe he didn't even understand how he died.

As for the person who made the sword, he has long since left.

For Lin Yun, without thinking too much, how could he be friends with an evil cultivator with apparently impure goals. No matter how dangerous it is in this dry sea, it will not be mixed with this kind of person.

As for why the lightning strike was sacrificed, I didn't think too much about it.

It's just Lin Yun's keen sense that there is no need to stay here for too long. If he can kill with one sword, then only one strike is enough.

Putting the petals into the sword box, Lin Yun disappeared in place like a wisp of blue smoke.

Not long after he left, dense brown ants gushed out in the desert, swallowing the corpse on the ground in the blink of an eye, leaving only a few dead bones.

In the dry sea, thousands of people poured into the scene in one day. The original tranquility was suddenly broken, and the killing did not stop for a moment.

Some people died in the hands of insidious monsters, blood stained yellow sand, and they died halfway before seeing the ancient tomb of Xingjun.

But more people died at the hands of the same kind.

Every place in the Kushuo Sea is full of blood and slaughter, making it hard to resist.

A filthy swamp, stained with a drop of blood, and the bodies of many sect disciples fell to the ground, lifeless.

Most of those corpses were in disarray and scattered, and the methods were quite brutal. In the air, there is a thick smell of blood, which is very uncomfortable.

In the middle of this swamp, there is a rather strange grass, and the grass is surrounded by ashes. If you look closely, you will find that the gray smoke is like a huge wandering dragon, shrouded in the grass, very surprised.

Dragon grass!

This is the dragon grass, which is a very rare treasure of heaven and earth. Once it appears in the outside world, it will attract strong competition from all parties. It can be met but not sought.

But at the moment, these more than ten elite disciples of the major sects, looking at the dragon grass, are motionless. Instead, he looked terrified, trembling, and the hand holding the sword was trembling.

Just because there was a person standing next to the dragon grass.

The man was dressed in black, his face was expressionless, and his cold eyes fell on the dragon grass, and he did not fluctuate at all.

He was holding a sword in his right hand, the blade was cold and gleaming, and there was blood on the tip of the sword, falling drop by drop.

This person is Ji Wuming, the eldest disciple of the Blood Evil Sect, who was ranked fifty-third in the last Dragon Feast. Known as the butcher of the bloody hand, his sword is fast and ruthless, sharp and fierce, even more brutal than the knife in the butcher's hand.

In the filthy swamp, there were several groups of sect disciples fighting for this dragon grass.

But I didn't expect that in the chaotic battle, Ji Wuye suddenly rushed in. Kill anyone you see, regardless of sect.

One sword kills one person, and in the blink of an eye, there are more than ten people who died under his sword, without a whole body!

The rest of the people were frightened on the spot and dared not move any more, they could only look at this person tremblingly.

"Ji Wuye, we don't dare to compete with you on this dragon grass, can you let us live?"

"Ji Gongzi, as the arrogant demon on the Dragon Cloud Ranking, you don't have the same knowledge as us, do you?"

"We really don't know that this dragon grass was spotted by Ji Gongzi."

"Spare our lives!"

Under such a stalemate, it was too torturous, and the remaining sect disciples finally couldn't bear to ask for mercy.

"Longhuacao is mine, do I need you to let it go? Tsk tsk, the face is really big."

Ji Wuye grinned strangely, Gu Jing Bubo's eyes suddenly flashed a chill, and sneered: "Don't say I won't give you a way to live, give you three breaths, if you can beat my sword, you can survive."

"run!"

Hearing this, the rest of the people did not dare to wait any longer, turned around and ran away.

Ji Wuye looked at the group of sect disciples who were running wild, and the corners of his mouth evoked a playful smile, which was quite strange.

"The time has come!"

When the three breaths were over, the smile on his face suddenly solidified, and his expression became extremely cold. The sword stance all over his body shone with a thick blood light, and the icy sword intent pierced his heart. He actually had a killing intent like a sea, perfectly integrated into the sword posture, extremely terrifying.

boom!

His vast sword force turned into a tidal wave, and in the blink of an eye, it engulfed everyone who had already run out of a kilometer.

"What's the matter, I can't move..."

"Damn, what the hell is going on, my legs don't obey me."

"Damn, what the hell is going on!"

At the moment of being enveloped by the bloody sword, the killing intent was like a poisonous snake invading everyone's body.

Only the Miao Miao people, with flushed faces, moved their bodies with great difficulty and walked forward.

Qiuyue Hanjiang, blood swords like abyss!

A terrifying chill suddenly erupted on Ji Wuye, and countless sword lights were like moonlight falling on the river. Along with the indifferent slaughter, and the vast river city, the moonlight condenses into a blood-like abyss, ruthlessly strangling those who are trapped in it.

Pfft! Pfft!

For a while, there was a series of screams and wailing, this swampy land was like a purgatory on earth, with broken limbs, which was shocking.

When Ji Wuye put his sword back into its sheath, no one was standing, a drop of blood was covered in all directions, and the blood sword was like an abyss. It was truly true.

This is Ji Wuye, the blood-handed butcher Ji Wuye, and the third terrifying existence on the Longyun List!

Vaguely, there is still one person who is quite tenacious, crawling hard among the corpses. People's desire to survive will always have unimaginable perseverance. Under such a purgatory, they are still crawling with difficulty.

"ignorance."

Ji Wuye's expression was indifferent, and he smiled cruelly.

As soon as the words fell, the sect disciple who was crawling on the swamp suddenly showed bloodstains like centipedes on his face. The bloodstain spread and squirmed all over his body, and the man was suddenly in pain, and let out a heart-piercing scream.

Bang!

When the scream reached its limit, there was a loud bang, like a thunderbolt on the ground. The only surviving sect disciple suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood with a bang, and a deep pit of several hundred meters appeared on the ground.

It seems that a bloody abyss has been formed, a bloody abyss, and the sound of the sword is like a demon, echoing endlessly.

"Everyone is dead, don't think about it, you are also a waste, why are you still alive?"

Ji Wuye sneered again and again, and then his eyes were like electricity, falling on the dragon grass, and he opened his mouth and took a breath.

Boom!

Immediately, the ground trembled violently, and the ash smoke shrouded in the dragon-turning grass like a wandering dragon was instantly sucked into the air by it.

Along with the inhalation of such gray smoke, the blood light on Ji Wuye's body became more and more intense, and in the blink of an eye, the blood light completely enveloped it, exuding a bright luster.

In the terrifying blood light, a figure could be vaguely seen, exuding a majestic aura like a sea of ​​smoke. That kind of majestic true essence can clearly step into the yin and yang realm at any time. Under the effect of this dragon grass, it should be a matter of course, and it is easy to break through.

But this person has no intention of being promoted at all.

Let this kind of true essence continue to condense, condensed to the bloody light, like a bright gemstone.

Whoa!

After the dragon-shaped gray smoke was completely engulfed, the blood on Ji Wuye's body suddenly disappeared. In an instant, rays of light surging up and down his body, his true essence surged, and his aura became more and more terrifying.

When he opened his eyes, the sword intent surged in his eyes, and the suffocating aura was overwhelming, and he seemed to fall into the abyss just by looking at it. Ji Wuye spread out his palm, and in the palm of his hand there was a blood spider shining with seven mysterious lights. Ji Wuye murmured to himself: "Second-rank seven... Those who are in the top ten of the Dragon Cloud Ranking, when they were promoted to the Yin-Yang realm, their martial spirits were at least the nine-rank Xuan. My seventh-rank is still a bit far behind. Feeding with true essence and exotic grass is still a bit slow, and we have to grab the life left behind when Xingjun died.

Star beads will do. "

While he was speaking, the blood demon spider crawled out quietly, and it was quite strange to swallow the residual resentment from the corpses in the swamp.

At the same time, next to a near-dry lake.

The screams continued, and the blood splashed Feihong.

Dozens of sect disciples wailed incessantly, fled wildly with their movements, and kept throwing their life-saving cards behind them. This kind of counter-attack is also amazing. A group of people seems to have encountered some powerful monsters, and everyone is fighting for their lives, just to escape.

"Can you walk away?"

It wasn't until a sneer came from behind that people knew that it wasn't a terrifying monster at all. It is a swordsman who can be a monster and is still terrifying. He is chasing and killing, to be precise, killing.

In the turbulent weather, the trump cards that the sect disciples desperately sacrificed are all ready to be smashed with one sword, and they will not blow dust.

People kept dying, people kept falling to the ground.

But the strange thing is that I can't see any knife light, I can only see the man's face is hideous, and he catches up step by step like this. The people who come here are not in a hurry, and if anyone feels that they have escaped a little far, they will be slashed out.

If you look closely, you will find that there is a slight ripple in the air, which is a rather faint black knife light. The meandering knife light is like a poisonous snake, shuttling through the crowd, and the tail of the snake is swept lightly, and someone's head falls, or the body explodes, which is quite brutal.

This swordsman is Yan Kong, the ghost sword Yan Kong ranked 54 on the Longyun list.

He just walked around like this, and after a while, no one stood.

There was a river of blood on the ground, and corpses were scattered everywhere, Yan Kong scolded coldly: "A bunch of trash, dare to destroy my dragon fruit!"

In fact, this dragon fruit is not his at all, it is a group of people who are fighting for it, and the fighting is too fierce to destroy it. He passed by unintentionally, and was furious when he found out. He just started to kill, but not one of the dozens of people was killed by him.

Its bloody brutality is not inferior to Ji Wuye at all.

The two were also called the two great killing gods in the last Dragon Feast, killing people like numbness. Sect disciples, although they are not evil cultivators, but most of them have been involved in human life, they will never hesitate to make a move.

But they wouldn't kill people at will. The two of them had a disagreement, and they wanted to kill, and even kill for fun.

The two have similar temperaments, but they are particularly at odds, and they fight each other when they meet.

"The direction has changed again..." Yan Kong looked up, frowned, and scolded in a deep voice, "It's really troublesome to find the ancient tomb of Xingjun in this ghost place."