The ray of sword light shot by the divine sword directly penetrated Wang Ning's chest and could not be healed in a short time.

Following the blood stains scattered along the way, Lin Yun and Li Wuyou followed closely.

Tsk!

The sound of piercing the sky was like flying arrows, and the figures of the two people kept flickering. The ancient trees that stretched up to the sky were constantly being left behind. Half a quarter of an hour later, Wang Ning's embarrassed figure appeared in the field of vision of the two people.

"Still want to run?"

Lin Yun sneered, and two wisps of purple sword light surged out from his fingers.

Buzz!

The harsh sound of breaking through the air, accompanied by the condensed sword power, vibrated non-stop. Wherever it passed, the sword wind surged, shaking off all the fallen leaves of the ancient trees that supported the sky along the way.

The fallen leaves all over the sky were like snow, falling with a swipe.

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

Dangdang!

Two loud bangs were heard, and Wang Ning, who was resisting the sword light, flew away like a sandbag.

call out!

Lin Yun soared into the sky, fell together with Li Wuyou, and saw the ground ahead.

A long sword covered in blood mist was scattered on the ground. Wang Ning's hands were lying on the ground, his hands were covered in blood. It was shocking, and even the bones could be seen.

Apparently, when he resisted the sword light just now, his palm was injured by the huge force and he was unable to hold the sword.

Wang Ning was lying on the ground, but did not show any panic. He smiled ferociously and said: "Little Sword Slave, it seems that you really can't use your martial spirit. You are a waste!"

Lin Yun's face was calm, but he was not moved at all, but the look in his eyes was as cold as ice.

That is unforgettable hatred, that is indelible pain.

In Qingyun Sect Xijian Pavilion, he really looked like a waste, hiding in the ice pool, unable to move.

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

"I don't need to sacrifice my martial soul to kill you."

There is kindness to repay, and there is hatred to take revenge. Today is the time to take revenge!

Wang Ning felt a hint of panic from Lin Yun's eyes. There was something wrong with that look, and the murderous intent was a bit too frightening!

But he still gritted his teeth and refused to beg for mercy. He said in a cold voice: "You bitch, kill me if you dare. You, a sword slave, can't sacrifice your martial soul. You will be useless even if you enter the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion. My brother will also do it for me."

revenge!"

"As you wish!"

With a snap of his fingers, Lin Yun fired another ray of sword light, directly between the opponent's eyebrows.

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

Phew!

The Cold Fire Crow exploded into a ball of blood mist on the spot, but the sword light was also blocked.

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

Quack!

Lin Yun and Li Wuyou had no time to pursue them, but the densely packed black fire crows in the forest in all directions attacked them overwhelmingly.

The Black Fire Crow is no more than a monster with three orifices. No matter how strong it is, it will surpass four orifices. It can come out in groups.

After numbering in the thousands, those in the Xuanwu Realm have to avoid their sharp edges.

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

Bang bang bang!

Lin Yun punched three times in a row. With each punch, more than a dozen Black Fire Crows died on the spot. The fist exploded and the blood mist was like flowers.

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

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

Li Wuyou was holding a long sword, the tip of the sword flashed with cold light, and the sword light was like a sudden storm. Every time the sword was thrust out, a black fire crow was knocked down.

But the black flames spit out by the black fire crow also made the two of them restrained and seemed quite passive.

"'Brother Lin, someone is controlling these black fire crows." Li Wuyou said loudly.

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

The Black Fire Crows only eat carrion and are not controlled by anyone. They will not attack the two of them in groups.

Outside the crowd of crows, there was a white bear with fur as white as snow and a body as huge as a hill. Someone was holding a bone flute and playing it leisurely.

Thump thump thump!

As this person played, black fire crows from the depths of the forest came in a steady stream.

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

The other party also had a seed quota, and was automatically promoted based on his Xuanwu realm cultivation. We only met him once on a high platform, and we were not very familiar with him.

Mo Qingyun put down the bone flute and laughed softly: "Second Young Master Wang, how can you thank me for saving you this time."

Wang Ning took a deep look at the other party and said calmly: "You are a smart person. You know that after entering the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, the Xuanwu realm is nothing. After joining the sect, it is difficult to move forward without a good backer. My elder brother will never treat smart people badly.

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Mo Qingyun smiled noncommittally, looked at the two people surrounded by the black fire crows, and muttered: "How to deal with these two people."

Wang Ning's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said in a deep voice: "Torture them severely, don't kill them, I will do it myself."

"clear."

After he finished speaking, Wang Ning took out two pills, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

Mo Qingyun polished his eyes and saw the elixir, and was secretly shocked. A Daxuan Dan and a Yangxin Pill were all precious elixirs that the Xuanwu Realm desperately needed...

As expected of a direct descendant of the Wang family, such precious resources are used so casually.

Withdrawing his gaze, Mo Qingyun sat down and the white bear roared ferociously, and the charming sound of the bone flute started playing again.

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

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

When Li Wuyou was free, stars bloomed in his eyes, and he immediately saw the flute player clearly.

"Buy some time for me."

The sword box was opened behind him, and he stretched out his hand to hold the Flower Burial Sword tightly.

A feeling of connected hearts and swords filled the whole body from the Flower Burial Sword.

"Are you going to take action? Don't worry, I guarantee that even a crow can't hurt you."

A cruel look flashed in Li Wuyou's eyes.

The crowd of crows danced wildly, and the sword light flickered. One person had one sword, and it struck Lin Yun's body, leaving an open space that the black fire crows could never hurt.

With the horizontal sword in front of him, Lin Yun closed his eyes tightly and held the hilt of the sword, with half a step of sword intent brewing in his body.

In the Dantian, the fireworks on the purple kite began to burn and boil.

The violent purple spirit energy surges endlessly in the meridians in the body, and with every turn, the flames boil even more.

After eight rounds, Lin Yun's physical body could no longer bear the sword intent surging throughout his body.

Click, click, click!

The surface of the skin exploded slightly, with some blood seeping out, but Lin Yun still endured it, knowing that he had not reached his limit yet.

The thunder flame battle body is not used yet!

When the violent Purple Kite Sword Technique turned to the ninth circle, he suddenly opened his eyes.

call out!

In both eyes, there is a ray of blood like flames, and the thunder flame battle body is instantly activated.

The half-step sword intention that had been prepared for a long time reached an unprecedented peak at this time.

Clang!

Lin Yun unsheathed his sword, and the Flower Burial Sword was like a stream of autumn water. It passed by his eyes and surged out. The confusing sword intention made the whole sword tremble unknowingly.

Along with the clear and clear sword chant that resounded in all directions, Lin Yun's sword intent surged out from his body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Black fire crows fell from all directions like snowflakes, and they were all shocked to death on the spot.

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

Phew!
To be continued...