Great Slaughter System

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Just after Juggernaut killed Lin Xingyun, the curtain of the Shenlang carriage was slowly opened, and a white gown with a handsome face appeared in front of everyone.

Shen Lang stood on the carriage and glanced at the crowd, "kill."

boom! ! !

As the sound of Shen Lang fell, all the warriors flew from the moment and the sword was unsheathed, rushing toward the people of Lingyin.

At this time, the warrior of the Shen family can be said to be imposing, and most of them are scattered warriors. They have experienced the tempering of life and death, and they are shocking.

Lingyin Zong, because of the tragic death of Lin Xingyun, plus some disciples who do not have much experience in the rivers and lakes, attacked these scattered martial artists in an instant.

Scattered warriors may not have the spirits of Lingyin Zong, and there is no high level of Lingyin disciples, but they have a strong enthusiasm, sometimes knowing that they must die, but also a fatal blow to Lingyin disciples.

In the chaotic battlefield, the two parties jumped vertically and horizontally, and the masters shuttled back and forth. For a time, people shouted at the horses and were confused.

Seeing that his disciple’s disciple died, Jun Mo smiled and smashed, his eyes were red and roar, and he rushed into the battlefield. His palm waved, the boundless instinct broke out, and the Shen’s scattered warrior died.

Just as Jun Mo laughed and prepared to shoot again, a voice came out of the crowd.

"Your opponent is me."

Yuan Zhenyang separated from the crowd and appeared in front of Jun Mo Xiao. The twinkling eyes flashed in the light, and the mysterious momentum was so heart-wrenching.

Jun Moxiao is also a strong force of Xianwu, but like Lin Xingyun, it is also a small Wu Cheng.

If it is calculated according to the strong, Lingyin Zong and the twenty-one forces are even worse, because most of the Xianwu strongmen of Lingyin Zong are broken after the change of the heavens, unlike the twenty major forces, the immortals There are several Wu Dacheng, and there are only two of Lingyin Zongxian Wu Dacheng, or they have been relying on the resources of Lingyin Zong, and they have survived until now. Their bodies have long been dying, and I am afraid that it will take a long time. Sit down.

Moreover, the strong person of Lingyin Zongxian Wu Xiaocheng, if it is not a Wuji real person, only Jun Moxiao and Lin Xingyun, so Shen Lang did not have much scruples. If the Lingyin sect was replaced by a three-door, he might have to measure it. After all, the three gates are the real forces of real goods. If you don’t count the cards, you will not be able to compete with Shen’s strong masters. There are also elite disciples under the door, but those who have enough experience in the rivers and lakes, even more than There are still more scattered weapons.

This is the gap between Lingyin and the big forces. The foundation is not as good as the big forces, and the strength is not as good as the big forces, so they have become the stepping stones of the Shen family.

Yuan Zhenyang’s handcuffs were printed, and he suddenly took a shot at Jun Mo.

This palm instantly retreated the surrounding warriors and the two were emptied.

Jun Mo smiled and dignified, followed by a punch. As a spiritual sect, he was certainly not weak. Even Lin Xingyun had to beat him a lot.

The two men collided with each other, and the ground under the feet was cracked, like a spider web, spreading toward the surroundings.

boom! ! !

A residual wave diverges around, and some of the nearest warriors are instantly killed by this aftermath.

"We go to the sky."

Jun Mo laughed and saw his own disciple dying in the aftermath of his and Yuan Zhenyang. He couldn’t help but say sadly.

It is very difficult for Lingyin to accept disciples. Every year, they choose to go down the mountain themselves, and they must also guard against the suppression of the 21st forces. After so many years, they have accumulated more than a thousand disciples, so every disciple is theirs. Root, can't lose too much here.

However, watching the situation, it is very difficult to save the strength, the arrow has to be sent on the string, have been labeled like this, no one can retreat.

Shen Lang handcuffs weapons, a body of arrogant domineering, standing quietly on the carriage, overlooking the entire battlefield, he did not mean the slightest shot, because he is waiting, waiting for the real strong .

Now the two sides are just preludes. The real war is still behind. The imperial congenciers of Lingyin Zong have not yet shot, so the battle has not yet reached a fever.

After all, the strength of Shen’s family was almost incomparable. Once Yuan Zhenyang and Juggernaut were dragged down, the high-level combat power was immediately stretched, so this time he was ready to shoot, and he announced to the world again that he had risen.

At this time, the battlefield is divided into several small battlefields, there are battlefields of the demon moon and the spirit of the ancestors, and there is also a practice battlefield where the high is gradually away from the gold and the lifeless, and the most attractive battlefield is the soaring side.

I saw a long shot of a spurt, and he was overbearing, and one of the three savage elders who had been beaten by one person was miserable.

"What kind of monster this kid is, it is so strong, we are even higher than his realm, and even joined hands can not hold him." A Lingyin dynasty, the elders, looked ugly.

"Three old, concentrate on the enemy, do not distract, this kid is very strange, if we care about it, I am afraid that he will find opportunities." Another emperor, the old man said, serious.

As the elder's voice fell, the three began to use the fighting style, they are not ready to kill, but want to drag him.

Soaring a pair of 眯 眯 ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ hand gun is like a poisonous snake to spit, smashing to the three to attack, with the soaring gun-style changes, making the three more difficult to parry, between a few strokes, there is an elder Was injured by soaring.

boom! boom! boom!

The four men's hands, flying sand and stone, infuriating, playing very fierce, with the battle, the four have deviated from the battlefield, fighting toward the distant.

Soaring there, Shen Lang didn't worry, he was still clear about the strength of the take-off. If you count according to the combat power, I am afraid that Li Shenzhou Wu is invincible and so on. In the same class, it is difficult to take advantage of it. This is the focus of Shen Lang. Observers, if the loyalty of soaring can be determined, he may take the take-off into the land.

This soaring is definitely a real-class character. If you count according to the ranking on the leaderboard, the strength of Soaring can be ranked in the top three, even the original Yuan Zhenyang did not take off high.

A small town on the edge of a small town can only go out of this kind of character, can only be said to be a miracle, soaring talent is not too good, but his mind is extremely tough, every time Shen Lang gives him exercises, soaring will be hard day and night, It is often better to understand the essence of the exercises than those who are talented, and finally integrate them into their martial arts.

Just as the crowds fought fiercely, the sky suddenly changed color, the wind was raging, and the trees that were blowing were erratic.

I saw the horizon, two figures, and quickly flew toward the Shen family and the place where the spirit of the sect.

Shen Lang’s eyes were slightly stunned, and then the corner of his mouth was awkward. “Is it finally here?”

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