~： Five hundred thirty-nine. One sword splits life and death

(One more)

The sunset over the long river formed a **** flood, trying to submerge Yang Ming underneath.

The extremely strong smell of blood came out, making people feel nauseated!

As soon as the captain of the law enforcement team made a move, it was a large-scale killer move, covering the surrounding area of ​​Yang Ming with more than 100 meters, no dodge, no retreat!

Even when Yang Ming turned his eyes, he faintly saw the faces of people reflected in the long river of blood. They were all murderers who were killed by the black and white impermanence in the city of killing. Even after death, their souls cannot be liberated, they can only live forever. Being imprisoned in the river of blood and suffering, so that their faces showed resentment and hatred, like evil spirits.

Yang Ming had a hunch that even if he used the ability to blur, he might not be immune to any influence.

It's just...

The captain of the district law enforcement team is too underestimated!

The upper body of the purple-blue giant floats in the air, concealing Yang Ming's figure. On the body sculpted by spirit power, a piece of armor is worn on the body, and the blue flames in his right hand are surging, turning into a forty-meter long sword, even The mysterious swords are all integrated into it, and Suzuo Nenghu's face that is somewhat similar to Yang Ming's ancient well has no waves, and he aimed at the **** river above his head with a sword!

One sword glorious nineteen states!

With the speed of attack of the mysterious sword, I don’t know how many swords can be swung in one second. I only saw countless sword shadows and sword lights overlapping each other, creating an illusion in the trance, Yang Ming. It just swung a sword.

"Shit!"

In the crisp sound of the cloth tearing, the **** river of the galaxy inverted was torn in half by the sword light, and even the murderous souls imprisoned in the blood river were wiped out in an instant, and the blood river that lost its power and support turned into The pouring rain made the **** raindrops fall all over the sky.

A sword splits life and death!

The unabated sword light rushed into the bleeding river, and the moon arc-shaped sword energy was as high as the wind, swallowing the mountains and rivers!

The complexion of black and white impermanence changed slightly, and in this sword aura, he faintly felt a slight threat!

"How is this possible! He is just a soul emperor!"

No matter how unwilling to admit this fact in his heart, the black and white impermanence body still chose to avoid the edge very honestly. The Kuroshio swallowed his figure, and the whole person disappeared in place while eliminating the sword energy lock.

"Zi!"

A straight gully appeared on the ground in the sound of the sword gas. The hotel where Yang Ming was staying in the back was like a building made of tofu. It was divided into two by the aftermath of the sword gas, separated by the gap of the old man. The wind was smooth. Instilled through the gap, there was a whirring wind, and many members of the law enforcement team were stunned.

"Do you call him the Soul Emperor?"

"Where is this evildoer, the lethality is stronger than Soul Saint Soul Dou, right?"

The members of the law enforcement team have lingering fears.

Taking advantage of the gap between their stupefaction, Yang Ming had already slid a step ahead with the gust of wind. In a blink of an eye, no one could be seen, only a vague back view.

Seeing these people hesitating, obviously afraid of death, Black and White Impermanence shouted coldly:

"You rubbish, all of you stand still and do nothing. Did you run away without seeing the target? If you fail to cut off Yang Ming's head and fail to complete the task assigned by the great king, do you know what will happen? ?"

"hiss!"

All the members of the law enforcement team, who were not afraid of fear and fear, suddenly appeared in panic.

The most terrifying thing in this world is not to end a person's life, but to let him live in this world but it is better to die.

These law-enforcement team members were all ruthless people in the killing capital. Naturally, they knew that there were many tortures that made life worse than death. Even they used to like to torture enemies like this, but if torture fell on them, they would be afraid.

Not to mention, if it falls into the hands of the Slaughter King, it will be like falling into hell!

Suddenly, the people who had flinched because of Yang Minglu's horrible sword skills suddenly turned to the courage, and each showed murderous intent, chasing Yang Ming from the rear.

The killing capital is so big, they don't believe it, where can Yang Ming hide!

The same question also appeared in Yang Ming's mind.

But Yang Ming felt even more strange that where he provoke the King of Slaughter, why did the other party take his own life?

"Forget it, this kind of wasteful thinking is really not suitable for me. If the third brother is there, I can't analyze the head and tell it out. I'll just ask the master and ask it in person.",

That said, Yang Ming did not go to the core of the inner city of Slaughter City.

After all, the blood-red nine-headed Bat King was parasitic on Tang Chen. Although he could not display the full strength of Tang Chen's ninety-ninth-level Peerless Douluo, he was not an opponent that Yang Ming could match at the moment, unless he could draw a lottery to kill Tang. Chen's prize, but this probability is too low, it is better to buy a lottery ticket, even if Yang Ming is confident that he is the Ou Huang, he dare not pack the ticket.

Yang Ming went around in the killing city, relying on his familiarity with the road and Yiqi Juechen's posture, he left the chasers far behind.

After several twists and turns, Yang Ming felt that the time was almost right. The people in the law enforcement team were probably confused by his road map and could not guess his real destination. They turned around and ran towards a familiar tall building. .

There, it is the killing field of hell!

The vast **** killing field has never lacked excitement, especially today is the end of a month. Many murderers who stalked until the last day of the game had to come to participate in the life-and-death knockout, so that it was cold. The deserted audience stage, half of the seat is now full of people, and from time to time there are sounds of laughter and curse from above.

When Yang Ming broke in from the door, there happened to be a ten-man game in full swing.

Originally, many people had no good feelings about the intruder who interrupted the game, and even some people vomit fragrant But when they saw Yang Ming's familiar face, everyone shivered subconsciously. Exclaimed in his heart:

"Mars!"

"Why is he here?"

Over the past few days, Yang Ming has used his thunderous methods and his bloodless winning streak to forge his own terrifying legend, almost to the point where people can hear it.

Yang Ming calmly walked into the arena, and before they could ask, he raised his hands one by one, Samsara's eyes flashed with cold killing intent.

"Shen Luo Tianzheng!"

The raging wave of repulsion is overwhelming.

In an instant, everyone present was like a solitary boat on the sea encountering violent storms. Before supporting a few rounds, they were beaten by a wave and the boat sank to the bottom of the sea.

Ignoring the corpses on the ground, Yang Ming looked at the ground under his feet and whispered:

"It's time to start, Hell Road."