C89 (1/2)
”…”
The entire square was silent, as everyone stared wide-eyed at this scene.
They all knew that the Sword Sage of Death God was very powerful and scary, but... They never would have thought that Xiao Yun was also terrifying to this extent.
”Impossible?” ”This is absolutely impossible …”
Murong Ling's face was extremely pale as he continuously retreated.
Murong Batian was so powerful, a peerless expert in the Essence Transformation Realm who had cultivated the Murong Sword Arts to the great perfection stage. But now, he had actually lost to Xiao Yun.
Under everyone's gazes, Xiao Yun walked in front of Murong Batian, stepped on Murong Batian's face, and then fiercely twisted, causing his face to rub against the ground and fresh blood to flow out.
”Ahhh …”
The intense pain made Murong Batian wish he was dead.
Xiao Yun slowly squatted down and said in an extremely soft voice, ”Actually... I am the true Sword Sage of Death God! Hehe! You were one of the killers five years ago! ”Don't worry, your companions will be coming down to see you soon.”
”No …”
When Murong Batian heard this, his heart completely understood it.
”Puchi!”
Xiao Yun fiercely stomped his foot, directly smashing Murong Batian's head to pieces, and blood sprayed everywhere.
This cruel method caused all the female disciples in the square to cover their eyes. In an instant, the idols in their hearts were destroyed.
Under everyone's gazes, Xiao Yun raised his head and looked at Murong Ling.
Murong Ling's face flushed red, he continued to retreat.
”Murong Ling, you went all out to arrange this, wasn't it all just to kill me? What? You don't have the courage now? ”
Xiao Yun laughed fiercely and walked towards Murong Ling.
”Huo Fenghuang, kill him for me. What? I am your man, yet I won't even listen to your man's words? ”
Murong Ling roared at the nearby Huo Fenghuang.
Hearing that, Huo Fenghuang's pupils contracted, and her fists clenched so tightly that crackling sounds could be heard.
”Xiao Yun, can you give me some face and let him live?”
Huo Fenghuang lowered her head and said.
”Sure!”
Xiao Yun readily agreed.
Hearing that, Murong Ling heaved a sigh of relief.
”However... I won't let this ant harm me again. ”
Xiao Yun laughed sinisterly.
”Buzz!”
The Emperor Releasing Sword moved at this moment.
”No …”
Murong Ling screamed in pain.
”Puchi!”
The sword shadow slashed past his eyes, blinding him.
”Shua!”
”Puchi!”
”Puchi!”
Murong Ling did not even have the chance to resist, his hands and feet were all chopped off.
”Ahhh …” ”No, no …”
Murong Ling laid in the pool of blood, screaming in pain.
Having lost both his eyes and hands and feet, the current him felt even worse than death.
”Ah …” Run! Run! Young Master... Young Master has been crippled. ”
”Run …”
The followers behind Murong Ling all turned around and ran.
”Shua!”
With a wave of Xiao Yun's Emperor Releasing Sword, over a dozen heads fell to the ground, and headless corpses simply fell to the ground.
With these people dead, Xiao Yun slowly retracted his treasure sword.