Yan Tianrui only glanced at him, but was too lazy to move his steps.

Feeling the sword intent that had not dissipated in the air, he was secretly shocked. Is the inheritance of Zi Yuan Sword Saint really taken by that kid?

"Are you sure that kid is still in Mingguang Pavilion?"

Yan Teng did not mention Lin Yun's name. The revenge of killing his son was irreconcilable, and he was afraid that he could not hold back.

"Confirm, but the Xuanwu Realm powerhouse of Mingguang Pavilion has also arrived, and it is not easy to break into the branch of Mingguang Pavilion."

"It's okay... He will come out sooner or later, I have patience."

Yan Teng's eyes flashed with a sinister look like a poisonous snake, and his expression was chilling.

Bang bang!

At this moment, a corpse suddenly fell down for no reason and appeared in front of the three of them.

"who?"

Yan Teng's face changed drastically. With his strength, he could not sense that anyone was here.

"It's the Xuanwu Realm Elder of the Jinyan Sect!"

When the three of them saw the appearance of the owner of the corpse, their faces suddenly changed, especially Yan Teng, and a ray of haze flashed in their hearts.

The Xuanwu Realm Elder of the Jinyan Sect should be like him and also inquire about the situation.

The opponent's strength is only higher than the others.

But such a person has become a corpse at some point.

"Who is it? Come out and don't pretend to be a fool!"

Yan Teng had a gloomy face and looked around. His aura continued to accumulate, and his whole heart was raised to his throat.

bite.

bite..

bite...

No one answered him, only a sound of flute sounded suddenly in the North Corner Square. There were everywhere in the sky and the earth, everywhere, and everywhere.

The sound of the flute is tempting, sometimes lingering, sometimes exciting, sometimes captivating... The tune is changeable, like a magic sound that makes people feel unrest.

Yan Teng's two subordinates covered their ears, their faces were ferocious and painful, and they kept wailing.

Bang bang!

After half a cup of tea, the qi and blood in the two men's bodies were turbulent, boiling endlessly, and exploded out of nowhere for no reason.

Yan Teng only felt the spiritual energy in his body was disordered and chaotic, and his internal organs were rumbling as the sound of the flute was shaking. The sound of the flute entered the soul, making people feel even more painful and felt like their head was about to explode.

Huo You's body is strong but unable to exert it at all.

"Don't brag anymore, please show up and bypass the next bad life."

Yan Teng was extremely frightened and instantly realized that he had provoked an incredible existence.

Try to keep your soul awake and beg for mercy loudly.

But the sound of the flute was not stopped, but it was even more tormenting. Yan Teng rolled on the ground in pain, making a wailing sound that broke the lungs.

At this time, he no longer wanted to survive, but just asked the other party to give him some fun.

After such torture lasted for half an hour, Yan Teng on the ground opened his eyes wide open, bleeding from seven holes, but he had no vitality.

A girl in red slowly appeared and tied the flute around her waist.

Looking at the dead Yan Teng, his face was expressionless. That delicate face looked trembling at this moment.

A powerful man from Xuanwu realm died in such a way that he was unknown.

"Brother Yun, it's really not worry-free."

His eyes narrowed slightly, like two crescent moons, and he smiled with his lips. It was very different from what Lin Yun saw.
Chapter completed!