Clash Of The Sword Titans

Just after Lin Wangbei took a few stabs, even if Wen Zhengrong could run away, he couldn't escape from the envelope of dozens of miles in an instant. When he once again suffered the aftermath of a sword gas explosion, blood finally burst out all over his body, and the Immortal Body was already showing signs that it could not hold back and was about to collapse.

Wen Zhengrong also ejected a **** arrow from his mouth, even daring not to probe the injuries inside.

He was afraid that he would die under the sword aura that ruined the world.

So he could only take out the pill from the storage ring, put it in his mouth indiscriminately, and found a direction to continue running for his life.

He didn't know until now what the gap between the top Mingyou powerhouse and the immortal realm was. Even if he has become Mingyou today, in front of a warrior like Lin Wangbei, he may not be able to resist two swords.

Lin Wangbei in the sky finally stopped, feeling that Wen Zhengrong's breath was declining, knowing that he had reached the end of the crossbow, sighed and raised the long sword, when he wanted to slash again, suddenly there was an old man in the distance. The voice persuaded: "Marshal Lin has ruined the Baili Mountain Range, is he really going to enter the place where we live?"

Lin Wangbei's hand held high for a while, looked at where the sound was coming from, and frowned for a moment before saying: "Lin only takes his life, you don't have to worry."

"Marshal Lin, stop, if you continue to fight, we old guys can't just sit back and watch."

Seeing that Lin Wangbei didn't mean to stop, another old voice slowly sounded.

"If you think Lin is getting in the way, you might as well catch that person. If he doesn't die, Lin will never stop." Lin Wangbei smiled slightly, and ignored the threats of these powerful sects.

Even the place where they established their sect belonged to the Holy Kingdom of Swallowing Heaven, so Lin Wangbei naturally had the confidence to oppose them.

However, his attitude finally annoyed some people.

A woman’s voice said: “Lin Wangbei, when we established the sect here, we made an agreement with the old emperor of the holy country. Will help. Do you want to break the covenant and force us to attack you when you act so aggressively today?"

"Your Excellency?"

Lin Wangbei silently dropped the hand holding the knife and asked softly.

The woman thought that Lin Wangbei had retreated, and said coldly, "Lingyin Yuming."

"It turns out to be a senior in Lingyin's line." Lin Wangbei nodded and said with a smile: "It's better to capture that person, and Lin immediately withdraws from the mountain range. Nothing will happen here."

"Are you ordering me?" The woman dissatisfied: "You are no more than a marshal, we are here, even the Emperor of the Holy Kingdom dare not presumptuously, you..."

Before she finished her words, Lin Wangbei had already slashed out with a single knife, trembling in the void, and the black blades flashed with electric arcs, directly cutting off the woman's voice, leaving only the earth-shaking explosions reverberating.

After a long time, the woman's furious voice came again: "Do you dare to attack me!"

"No more nonsense, even you will be cut."

The smile on Lin Wangbei's face disappeared, and he said indifferently: "It's just a group of things that are lingering in the Holy Land. Do you really treat yourself as a human being? Lin Moujing, you are seniors, and would like to step back. Don't blame Lin for washing your mountains with blood!"

"Marshal Lin calmed down!"

The old voice who spoke first said again: "Yu Ming is also unintentional. It is not that he wants to be an enemy of the marshal, but also asks the marshal not to affect innocent people."

And the woman's voice with a bit of arrogance didn't speak anymore at this moment.

The previous stroke of Lin Wangbei had at least cut off her Lingyin's strength by 20%, killing and wounding more than a thousand disciples.

That's right, Lin Wangbei just stood there and took a knife in the air. Thousands of disciples died in Lingyin's line, including Yu Ming himself.

This kind of terrifying strength made those who spoke to stop them were terrified, for fear that Lin Wangbei would give them a knife in rage.

"Since it was unintentional, you don't have to persuade you anymore."

Lin Wangbei mentioned the long knife and said lightly: "That man is a traitor to the Holy Kingdom, and he must die today."

Before the words were over, Lin Wangbei jumped to chase Wen Zhengrong's breath.

Just after he left, in the depths of the mountains, a woman in blue dared to slowly lift into the air, staring in the direction where Lin Wangbei was leaving, her face full of anger and a trace of fear after the disaster.

There was a faint blood stain on the center of her eyebrows, which looked like a knife wound.

That was exactly what Lin Wangbei gave her a knife in the air.

Being able to control the power to such a degree, it also means that Lin Wangbei is fully capable of cutting her head in the air.

"Yu Ming, why are you doing this?" At this time, another beautiful woman in white flew to her and said bitterly: "It is so hard for Lingyin's line to have such accumulation as it is today. Because of your words, Lin Wangbei killed thousands of our disciples...If he even killed you, what should we do?"

This beautiful woman is just an immortal cultivation base, her eyes are full of worry.

"Lin Wangbei... so majestic, I remember this matter."

Yu Ming gritted his teeth and swallowed this breath, wiped the blood marks between his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "The situation in Swallowing Heaven is turbulent recently. His cut is just a demonstration to us. After all, he is afraid that we will give birth to some other Thoughts, and even take refuge in the Extreme Devil Kingdom."

The beautiful woman in white said anxiously: "Since you already know, why bother to offend him? In this way, isn't our Lingyin line struggling?"

"Sister, you don't understand the thoughts of these people. The more this kind of moment, the more we should appear in their sight." Yu Ming took a deep look at the woman in white and said: "If you learn from those old guys, hide If the mountain is silent, it will attract the jealousy of the Holy Kingdom."

"but……"

The beautiful woman in white still feels a little distressed for the dead disciples.

However, Yu Ming said nonchalantly: "Some disciples are just dead. As long as your sister becomes a master, why is there no hope of rising in my Lingyin line?"

These magic sect cultivators didn't care about human life originally. Compared with the Heaven-swallowing Holy Kingdom that has already established a kingdom, this kind of sect does not treat ordinary disciples as adults. Thousands of people have been slashed with a single stab, even if the Manzong disciple is destroyed with a single stab, as long as the high-end combat power is still there, it is not considered a pain.

Lin Wangbei had just figured out their character, and that with a warning sign only killed some ordinary disciples, and except for Yu Ming himself, he did not attack other warriors.

"This Lin Wangbei seems to be a smart man too."

Yu Ming squinted his eyes, showing a thoughtful expression.

...

"This guy doesn't care about offending those sects at all!"

"Shut up the group of masters with a single blow!"

Wen Zhengrong, who was still escaping for his life, was already broken. When Lin Wangbei was stopped just now, he ran a long way out in one breath, but he still heard the movement behind him.

Especially the horrible knife, even if I saw it from a long distance, Wen Zhengrong felt a little desperate in my heart.

After thinking about it, he felt that he still could not enter the boundaries of those sects, otherwise he would be knocked into the hands of those people, and he was afraid that he would be directly **** and given to Lin Wangbei.

Therefore, Wen Zhengrong suppressed his own breath to the limit, detoured back, and wanted to return to the underground palace.

At this moment, I am afraid that only the underground palace is the safest.

After all, it is possible to meet those strong from the family, for these people who covet the inheritance of the upper realm, they are still somewhat important.

No matter how powerful Lin Wangbei is, it is impossible for a family member to kill him.

After figuring this out, Wen Zhengrong moved faster and didn't hurt his body at all. Even if the immortal body was about to break, he wanted to quickly escape to the underground palace.

Lin Wangbei seemed to have noticed Wen Zhengrong's detour, and felt a little bit before suddenly showing an unexpected expression. He looked at it for a moment, and said with a smile: "This...it's interesting."

He did not continue to chase, instead he had some thoughts of watching the show, waiting for Wen Zhengrong all the way back to the secret tunnel of the underground palace.

Just when Wen Zhengrong was about to approach the secret road, thinking that Lin Wangbei had been chasing him away, a somewhat delicate figure suddenly sprang out from the side, holding an extremely exaggerated knife in both hands, and slashed at him fiercely!

Although Wen Zhengrong felt her aura, but his injuries were too serious. Facing this long-planned knife, he was unable to avoid it. He was cut out of a hideous wound on the spot.

"It's you!"

Wen Zhengrong looked intently at the incoming person, and sternly shouted: "You little girl wants to kill me too!?"

Su Liu raised his broadsword blankly, without giving him a chance to recover, but cut it off again!

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