Ye Gucheng suddenly rose, which was definitely unexpected. Only Qin Ziao and Yuelai Inn in the second floor VIP Pavilion knew in advance that Lin Luo was going to take action.

But when they really saw it, it was still unbelievable.

Lin Luo was seen passing through the crowd, with various strange weapons of swords, guns, swords and halberds slashing, chopping, or spinning. Lin Luo under the black veil of the hat was still elegant.

It seems like walking in the garden, every time you set out a sword, an enemy will fall, and the Qiushui Sword is the brightest existence in the world. When it flashes past your eyes, you are already a dead person. But the person who understands this sentence in an instant can no longer speak in the next moment.

In a blink of an eye, four cold corpses were already added on the ground.

The strangest thing is that in the body of the deceased, you can't even see the wound or the bleeding. You just fall down inexplicably and stop getting up again.

The bloodless dead man, the strange scene made everyone shudder. The passionate blood just now was suppressed by the charming aura. At this moment, no one dared to rush forward to die rashly.

"What a terrifying sword technique, killing people without blood!"

Yes, killing people will not see blood! This is the only word that everyone onlookers can think of at this moment to describe this sword.

Qin Ziao was in the VIP Pavilion and saw a scene at Mr. Ye’s door through the window, which was as shocking as heaven. A few days ago, on the Qin family’s martial arts platform, he once said that he would see blood when he set out his sword, but today he has changed his unique style. The air is still pure spring, and the smell of birds singing and flowers, as if blood is just something everyone imagines in their minds.

"How many methods do sir have?" Since the meeting, Lin Luo used very different methods every time he took action, and even his temperament was so mutually repelled. Fast as lightning, elegant as wind, and domineering as lion!

Here, he is the monarch and emperor walking on the avenue, with a domineering aura, domineering swordsmanship, and domineering person!

Everyone retreated and left behind when they met.

"Come on, don't you all say you want to challenge me? Why are you scared now?" Lin Luo said, but no one dared to answer him.

Looking towards the sky.

The scorching sun and the clouds are particularly enchanting.

"Jianghu, it's a place of blood after all!" As soon as Lin Luo finished speaking, his whole body suddenly rose. The long sword of Qiushui drew hundreds of sword flowers in the air, as beautiful as a lotus in blooming in the jar - Thirteen Styles of Changes and Misty Clouds and Fog!

The sword flowers are like lotus, and the sword shadows are everywhere. Lin Luo in the center is also shrouded by the sword shadow, making him look blurred.

The long sword passed by and made a whizzing and ethereal sword sound, and what matched it was the screams of everyone.

No longer seeing the sword but not seeing blood, the blunt sound of the Qiushui sword breaking the flesh is so clear in Lin Luo's ears. The Qiushui sword is pulled out, carrying a ray of blood, reflecting the white clouds in the sky, like the red plum blossoms in winter.

"Run, this man is a devil!"

The people in the back row retreated one after another, and the shock that Ye Gucheng brought to them was difficult to erase even if it took a lifetime. Every sword was better than art and made people fascinated by the wonderful sword moves.

The next moment of rescuing the gods is death.

Of course, death is also an art, and the cycle of life and death naturally has its cruel charm.

The wind is gentle and whispering. It blows through every inch of wound and every thread of blood, and the intoxicating fragrance combined with the charming "sword dance", makes people intoxicated.

The people who were looking for trouble in the back row were already scared to death when they saw this unilateral massacre and forgot what they were today. Some people with high skills and firm will in the inn were also confused by this mysterious swordsmanship and momentum, but after the Qingming Festival of Lingtai, there was only loneliness.

A chill only pricked the heart, making people palpitations. I subconsciously touched my alive neck and head, and involuntarily thought that if I had been myself, I would have been the corpse that had been separated.

Lin Luo strangled more than 20 people in just ten breaths. Only then did the remaining people realize that this was not a provocation, nor was it a unilateral massacre of one side by stepping on him, but only half of them could do it, and the remaining half could not even use their tricks, and then they became the dead soul under the sword.

"Run! Run!" At this moment, everyone had only this idea in their hearts, to suppress survival and fear, and to drive them to do the most instinctive actions and escape to the place far away from this devil.

Even the disciples of the gang who were watching the battle from a distance unconsciously retreated with the crowd. Who can guarantee whether the devil also regarded them as someone to provoke them? I am afraid that if there is no time to explain, they will become the dead soul under the sword!

In less than half a cup of tea, the originally crowded entrance to Yuelai Inn was already empty, leaving behind more than twenty corpses and the bleak and messy street.

As the party involved in the incident, Lin Luo did not have any apology at this moment, but instead closed his eyes and fell into meditation.

Today, I took action because of anger, but when I made a move, I felt a different state from before. Every time I made a sword, my heart was smoother, really like art.

"Is this the feeling of touching the sword path?" At that moment, killing people was really an extremely comfortable enjoyment for Lin Luo. Even those who died under Lin Luo's sword made him feel that this was a work of art.

"Strange feeling!" Lin Luo suddenly walked out of the long feeling. Although he didn't know what was going on, it was not harmful to him.

Turning back, he shouted to the window on the second floor, "Miss, it's time for us to go back."

That cold tone has no vitality. It is not his masterpiece that makes people give birth to the twenty corpses under his feet.

The hall was silent, no one dared to make any sound, and he was truly shocked.

Qin Ziao felt his body stiff slightly, and it took him a lot of time to walk down from the building.

Stepping out of the inn, the dense corpses were lying in front of him, Qin Ziao walked forward with his teeth.

In the first five steps, those people died peacefully, with their expressions even more diverse, and they maintained their faces the moment they died. Apart from losing their bloody cheeks, they could not find any wounds.

The next five steps were tyrannical and manic, with blood flowing all over the ground, a sword piercing the heart, stuttering the body, severing the head, and even the way of death of each person was very different.

Qin Ziao felt that his breathing was about to stop. Five steps heaven and five steps hell, the depression and dull heartbeat that was almost about to cry.

Gripping his teeth and taking the last step, walking to Mr. Ye, Qin Ziao suddenly realized that the feeling was gone and the feeling of relief.

"Sir, you can leave now." Qin Ziao said.

Lin Luo nodded, and the two of them walked and disappeared at the end of the street.

It was not until the two disappeared from their sight that everyone gave a breath and gasped and sighed.

"What a domineering person!"

I don’t know who said something, and everyone agreed with it.

The previous deeds were rumored, but today I witnessed them with my own eyes and realized what kind of domineering it is.

If any of them were to tell the challenge clearly to the person who came to challenge, make an appointment for another venue to challenge, or politely refuse.

But who would have thought of fighting out with his sword straight away!

A fifty-year-old man killed by one person fled in a hurry, only dead and unharmed, with a hard heart as hard as iron.

A big beard drank a bowl of strong wine and said, "That Ye Gucheng is right, this is the world of the world!" Even though some people feel sad for these newcomers who are overestimating themselves and young people who are trying to reach the top in one step, they feel that it is not worth it when they step into the world and half into the coffin. Who is not like this?

"Yes, there are people in the world of dying every day!"

"This Ye Gucheng is evil and otherworldly, so I should have a sound!"
Chapter completed!