The sword light shot out from the blink of an eyebrow sword directly pierced through Wang Ning's chest and could not heal in a short period of time.

Following the bloodstained along the way, Lin Yun and Li Wuyou chased each other reluctantly.

Hissing!

The sound of breaking through the air was like an arrow, and the two of them kept flashing. Ancient trees supporting the sky were kept thrown behind them. Half a quarter of an hour later, Wang Ning's embarrassing figure appeared in the sight of the two.

"Do you still want to run?"

Lin Yun sneered, and two purple sword lights burst out in the blink of an eye.

Buzz!

The harsh sound of breaking through the air, with the condensed sword momentum, fluctuating continuously. Wherever you pass, the sword wind storms, shaking all the fallen leaves of the ancient trees supporting the sky along the way.

The fallen leaves in the sky are like snow, falling down.

Two rays of sword light passed through the snow and disappeared in a flash among the dancing fallen leaves.

Dangdang!

Two loud noises came out, and Wang Ning, who was resisting the sword light, flew out like a sandbag.

call out!

Lin Yun rose into the sky and landed with Li Wuyou, and saw the ground ahead.

A long sword surrounded by blood mist was scattered on the ground. Wang Ning, who was lying on the ground, was covered in blood, shocking, and even his bones could be seen.

Obviously, when I resisted the sword light just now, I was injured by the huge force and was unable to hold the sword.

Wang Ning lay on the ground, but did not show a panic look, and said with a grim smile: "Little Sword Slave, it seems that your martial soul is really impossible to sacrifice, you are a useless person!"

Lin Yun's face was calm, but he was unmoved at all, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

That is unforgettable hatred, that is irreparable pain.

Qingyun Sect’s Sword Pavilion was indeed like a waste, hiding in the ice pool, unable to move.

I could only listen to Wang Ning and brutally kill Mr. Hong.

"If you kill you, there is no need to sacrifice your martial soul."

Repay gratitude and revenge. Today is the time to take revenge!

Wang Ning felt a little horrified from Lin Yun's eyes. The look was very wrong, and the murderous intent was a bit terrible!

But he still gritted his teeth and refused to beg for mercy. He said coldly: "Dog, kill me if you have sex. You sword slave cannot sacrifice your martial soul. If you enter Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, you are a waste. My brother will also avenge me!"

"As you wish!"

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yun had another sword light, which hit the other party's eyebrows.

But as soon as the sword light was shot out halfway, a black fire crow flew over and blocked it.

Puchi!

The Cold Fire Crow burst into blood mist on the spot, but the sword light was blocked.

Wang Ning's eyes lit up, rolled on the spot, and ran wildly backwards.

Hahaha!

Lin Yun and Li Wuyou didn't have time to chase after him, and the dense black fire crows in the forests around him were attacking overwhelmingly.

The black fire crow is only a monster with three orifices. No matter how strong it is, it will exceed four orifices and can come out in groups.

After thousands of numbers, the existence of Xuanwu Realm must also avoid its sharp edge.

If you are surrounded and unable to break out, the consequences will be quite bad.

Bang bang bang!

Lin Yun made three punches in a row, and more than ten black fire crows died on the spot in each punch, with the lights exploding, and the blood mist was like a flower.

In the blink of an eye, nearly hundreds of black fire crows died under Lin Yun's fists.

But for the huge number of this black fire crow, it is nothing.

Li Wuyou held a long sword in his hand, and the cold light flashed at the tip of the sword, and the sword light was like a storm. Every sword stabbed out, a black fire crow was picked down.

But the black flames spit out by the Black Fire Crow also made the two of them feel very passive.

"'Brother Lin, someone is manipulating this group of black fire crows." Li Wuyou said loudly.

"I know, let's see how it is manipulated."

The black fire crow only eats rotten food and is not manipulated by anyone, and will not attack the two of them in groups.

Outside the crows, a white bear with a white fur as white as snow and a huge body as hill, someone holding a bone flute in his hand, playing slowly.

Fight and beat!

As this person played, the black fire crows in the depths of the forest continued to flow.

Wang Ning looked at this person and was slightly stunned: "Mo Qingyun!"

The other party is also a seed quota, and it is automatically promoted by relying on the Xuanwu realm cultivation. It only meets you on the high platform, and is not very familiar.

Mo Qingyun put down the bone flute and chuckled softly: "Sir Wang, why do you thank me for helping me this time?"

Wang Ning glanced at the other party deeply and said lightly: "You are a smart person. You know that if you enter the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, the Xuanwu Realm is nothing. After entering the sect, you will not be able to move forward without a good backer. My elder brother will never treat smart people unfairly."

Mo Qingyun smiled without comment, looked at the two people surrounded by the black fire crow, and pondered: "How to deal with these two people."

A cold and cold flashed in Wang Ning's eyes and said in a deep voice: "Torture hard, don't kill them, I will do it myself."

"clear."

After the words came, Wang Ning took out two pills, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

Mo Qingyun glanced at the elixir and was shocked after seeing the elixir. A large Xuan Dan and a Yangxin Pill are all precious elixirs that Xuanwu Realm is urgently needed...

It is worthy of being the direct descendant of the Wang family. Such precious resources are used so casually.

Withdrew his gaze, Mo Qingyun sat down and roared with a ferocious roar, and the charming sound of the bone flute started to play again.

Among the crows, Lin Yun and Li Wuyou were struggling to resist the attack of the black fire crow.

"Brother Lin, someone is playing the flute and manipulating it."

Li Wuyou was in a state of vain, and starlight burst into his eyes, and he immediately saw the person playing the flute clearly.

"Buy some time for me."

The sword box behind him opened, and the Burial Flower Sword was held tightly with a move from his hand.

A feeling of mutual communication and sword intent connected, spreading all over the body from the Burial Flower Sword.

"You're going to do it? Don't worry, I promise that even a crow won't hurt you."

A look of cruelty flashed in Li Wuyou's eyes.

As the crows danced, the sword light flashed. Each person and a sword left a clearing space around Lin Yun that the black fire crow could never be damaged.

With the horizontal sword in front of Lin Yun's eyes closed, he held the hilt of the sword, and half-step sword intent in his body was brewing wildly.

In the Dantian, the fireworks on the purple kite flowers are burning and boiling.

The violent purple spiritual essence swelled in the meridians in the body. Every time the turn was turned, the flames became even more boiling.

After eight circles, Lin Yun's sword intent was already unbearable to the body.

Click to scratch!

The surface skin exploded slightly, and some blood was seeping out, but Lin Yun was still enduring it, knowing that he had not reached his limit.

The Lei Yan Battle Body is useless yet!

When the violent Zi Yuan sword technique turned to the ninth circle, he suddenly opened his eyes.

call out!

There was a ray of blood light like flame in each of his eyes, and the Thunder Flame Battle Body was activated instantly.

The half-step sword intent that had been accumulating momentum also reached an unprecedented peak at this time.

clang!

Lin Yun pulled his sword out of the sheath, and the Burial Flower Sword was like a pool of autumn water. It flashed past his eyes and stirred out. The confused sword intent made the entire sword body tremble and tremble.

Accompanied by the sound of the sword roar that was as crisp as a spring in all directions, Lin Yun's storm of sword intent burst out wildly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The black fire crows in all directions fell like snow, and were all shocked to death on the spot.

Above the dark forest, in the sky, a sword eagle was patrolling all directions. The old man on his back moved his ears slightly and pondered: "This half-step sword intent is really strong..."

Puchi!

Outside the crows, the ink clouds playing the bone flute were spitting out blood. A crack appeared in the bone flute in his hand. Just one glance, his face turned pale.

The bone flute is his martial soul. If there is any serious injury, it will directly damage his origin.
To be continued...