Cut into the gate of hell.

ah...!

Screams and wails merged into one.

More people were killed, literally one by one with one sword.

Zhao Yun, who was charging into the crowd, made no other moves and only raised and lowered his sword with one hand.

From a distance, it doesn't look like he is killing an enemy, but like splitting a watermelon.

One of the monsters is Watermelon.

Being attacked by Zhao Yun, not to mention avoiding defense, he didn't even have a chance to scream.

The scene was not only bloody, but also brutal.

That was not a war, that was a one-sided massacre.

Even the black magic mist was dyed scarlet.

"How can you be so strong?"

The Holy Son of the Magic Mountain was filled with fear and stepped back.

After retreating, this guy actually turned around and ran away.

"There is no way to heaven, and there is no way to earth."

This was the first sentence Zhao Yun said since he started killing people.

Before he could finish his words, he came like a ghost and killed him.

kill!

The Holy Son of the Demon Mountain suddenly turned around, waved the Demon Dragon Sword, and used the Demon Dragon Sea. There was a roar of the Demon Dragon in the sea, and it instantly swallowed Zhao Yun.

But his Demonic Dragon Sea didn't seem to work very well tonight. It was swallowed up by Zhao Yun's Demonic Demon, and the demonic dragons in it were also chopped into ashes.

"Nine Heavens Demonic Dragon Slash."

The Holy Son of the Magic Mountain roared, and Ling Tian slashed down with his sword.

Zhao Yun didn't look, didn't dodge or dodge, and had no defense. He allowed a sword to split half of his body. At the same moment, his blood flowed back into his body along the scar, and the split body healed on the spot.

The Holy Son of the Magic Mountain was shocked.

His shock was the last look he left in the world.

Because Zhao Yun had arrived and chopped off his head with a sword.

Before the body of the Holy Son of the Demon Mountain fell, he had already walked past without even looking. His expression showed no joy or worry, no anger or hatred. As for the Demonic Dragon Sword, it was swept away by his evil spirit and sank into the devil's body.

quit.

"Then...he is the Holy Son of the Magic Mountain!"

The neutrals on the periphery all swallowed their saliva.

The saint son of the same lineage was killed by a sword like that?

After the Holy Son of the Demon Mountain, there is the Holy Son of the Demon Temple.

He is more cowardly than the Holy Son of the Magic Mountain, and has already escaped more than ten feet.

"You...can you leave?" Zhao Yun said calmly.

"I will fight with you." The Holy Son of the Demon Palace roared, and the broken Xuanwu black magic armor covered his whole body. He tried his best to activate his true energy, revive the secret patterns engraved on the magic armor, and try his best to increase his defense power.

It's a pity that it's not enough.

Zhao Yun split the black magic armor with a sword.

The spectators were horrified. It was Xuanwu Black Magic Armor, which the Immortal Demon Lord personally sacrificed. Even though it was broken, its defense was extremely overbearing, and it was actually split open by a sword.

ah....!

The Holy Son of the Demon Palace wailed loudly, the black magic armor was broken, and half of his body was also chopped apart. He stepped back step by step. Before he could fall to the sky, a demonic evil appeared in front of him, swallowing him up.

A pool of blood and mud.

And Zhao Yun walked over on the bloody mud.

Zheng!

The sword rang out, and a slender black sword thrust out from the side, a sword of annihilation.

It's the Rashomon Man in Black.

The killer of Rashomon! He is best at killing with one hit.

And his blow indeed hit.

"good."

The First Corpse Clan member laughed and acted out an illusory coffin, covering Zhao Yun.

boom!

The coffin instantly collapsed, split open by Zhao Yun's sword.

Luo Sheng, the man in black, groaned and vomited blood.

The First Corpse Clan member also spurted blood, his arms were blown up, and he staggered back step by step, his eyes protruding, and his pupils tightening. After receiving a decisive blow from the Rashomon killer, Ji Hen was unscathed.

Luo Sheng's man in black also felt the same shock.

Zhao Yun did not look at him.

But in his surging Qi and blood, there was a wisp of demonic evil that came out the next day.

Luo Sheng's man in black changed color, turned around and ran away.

puff!

Zhao Yun Mosha was faster and split him in half with his sword.

Buzz!

There was also a wisp of evil spirit, which turned into a black war spear and rushed towards the first zombie tribesman. Before he could stop himself, the first corpse tribesman was pierced by a spear and nailed to a rock wall.

After him, another person was nailed up.

It's Xiaorihei.

He was running very slowly and was about to escape from that world while becoming invisible.

He couldn't escape and was nailed to death with a spear.

"Pay for her life."

Zhao Yun's roar was a roar from his soul.

When the second wave of neutrals arrived, he was carrying the Bloody Dragon Abyss Sword and killing people in the crowd. He had no moves at all. He was like an out-and-out madman, killing wherever he went, hacking and slashing.

Bathed in the blood of his enemies, he went to the most insane point of killing.

"retreat."

The neutrals had palpitations and retreated one after another.

Crazy!

Ji Hen is crazy!

The disciples of Tianzong were killed until they disowned their relatives.

Therefore, it is better to stand farther away, otherwise the guy will not be killed quickly, but they will also be dealt with.

The blue-haired woman's face turned pale, and her mood changed accordingly.

For Ji Hen, I first hated him, and then I admired him.

Now, it seems to have become a state of fear.

That man... was terrible.

So many monsters, united in the siege, could not capture him alone, and they were killed and defeated. Every second, someone was beheaded; every second, someone fell in a pool of blood.

After fear, comes sighing.
Chapter completed!