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Chapter nine hundred and ninety-six magic knife?

Lin Yang's words are not arrogant.

These are the people from the Mad Sword Hall.

Although the Kuang Daotang is not the top group in the Eastern Emperor Sect, it can be placed at this entrance, which is the top of the food chain.

What's more, can the Kuangdao Hall not bear a living mourning hall that reigns on the entrance of the lower floor?

Then, if they say it, they must not lose all their faces?

"What the hell are you fucking arrogant? I'll chop your dog's head with one knife!" A man from the Kuangdao Hall next to him couldn't help but roared and slashed over without waiting for Ximen Dao to take action.

But the moment the bright knife slashed, Lin Yang had already stitched across and hit the blade directly.

Snap!

The blade was split in half by a silver needle.

"What?"

The people around were shocked.

They didn't see the silver needle clamped by Lin Yang's fingers, and they thought Lin Yang was using his fingers to split the blade!

Broken knife with empty hands?

Is this something that only monsters can do?

Everyone was trembling.

But a more trembling scene appeared.

Then he saw Lin Yang pinch the broken blade with his backhand and slashing at the person in front of him.

Scream!

The man was cut into two ends on the spot and died directly.

"ah??"

"Junior brother!!"

The people from the Mad Knife Hall shouted shrillly.

But their junior brother could no longer hear their voices.

Lin Yang let go of the blade, turned his head and looked at Ximen Dao lightly.

He won't hold back.

Not to mention that these people have taken decisive action against him.

"It seems that this guy from the ancient mourning hall has two tricks!" Ximen Dao's eyes were cold, but there was still a little fear in the depths of his eyes.

He had planned to do it himself before, but now, he found that he seemed to be unable to see the depth of this person clearly and did not dare to do anything randomly, so he waved: "Go! Come on, let me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the people from the Kuang Dao Hall rushed towards Lin Yang.

"kill!"

People rushed over like crazy, and all kinds of terrifying blades slashed towards Lin Yang.

When the people from the ancient mourning hall not far away saw it, they were stunned, and some female disciples even exclaimed in a burst of voice.

If so many knives are chopping down, I am afraid that Lin Yang will be cut into pieces.

but...

Before these knives fell, Lin Yang moved.

He raised his backhand and rotated it around, and a large number of subtle halos like meteors burst out from the palm of his palm.

The meteor halo was immersed in the bodies of these people and disappeared.

And all the people who rushed over stood still like statues.

The people from the Ancient Mourning Hall and the rest of the Mad Sword Hall were all stunned.

"What are you doing? Get it! Let me get it all!"

Ximen Dao was anxious and immediately shouted a few times.

But these people were still standing there.

It seemed as if I didn't hear Ximen Dao's words.

Ximen Dao's face suddenly turned cold.

He knew that this must be Lin Yang’s fault!

"You guys, rush for me!"

The fear in Ximen Dao's eyes became stronger and stronger. He turned his head and whispered to the people beside him: "Take him apart for me!"

"Senior brother, this person... is a bit strange!" The person next to him said tremblingly.

Obviously, they all saw that Lin Yang was not easy to mess with.

"Why? You don't even listen to your senior brother's words? Believe it or not, I will slap you alive?? Bounce! Bounce all of them!" Ximen Dao yelled.

Seeing this, everyone could only rush towards Lin Yang with their teeth.

But as soon as they moved, Lin Yang also moved.

His body was like a gust of wind, and he directly brought the single sword of a disciple of a fixed Mad Knife Hall next to him, jumped towards Ximen Knife, and slashed at him with one sword.

"Bastard! Do you dare to compete with me in swords? Look at my Overlord Sword Technique!"

Ximen Dao was furious and roared wildly, and the long sword in his hand, which was shining with blood, slashed towards Lin Yang frantically.

But his speed was far inferior to Lin Yang. After the two swords collided, Ximen Dao found that his sword technique could not keep up with the other party's blade!

Scream!

The sound of flesh being torn apart appeared.

Ximen Dao's abdomen was hit twice, and the man retreated repeatedly, hurriedly covering the wound on his abdomen, but the blood still couldn't stop flowing down.

"ah?"

Everyone around was confused.

Zheng Dan and his group in the distance were also dumbfounded, thinking that they had read it wrong.

"Mad Knife Hall? That's it?"

Lin Yang frowned slightly.

"Don't be crazy! I will let you see how powerful my blood knife is now! Let's see how I have practiced the blood knife technique for three years!!"

Ximen Dao's face was full of ferociousness, and he was particularly unwilling to accept it. He held the knife in both hands and roared.

Wow...

A breath burst out from Ximen Dao's body.

The knife he held in his hand couldn't help but tremble.

"Demon Sword! The knife in the senior brother's hand is indeed a Demon Sword!"

"The magic sword is about to show its power!"

"This guy is finished!"

The people from the Mad Sword Hall said tremblingly.

Lin Yang was confused.

"Demon Sword? Isn't this just an ordinary knife, and then dyed it red with blood?"

"Haha, if you think so, you're very wrong!"

Ximen Dao showed a hideous smile: "Now, I want you to become a headless corpse!"

As soon as the sound came, Ximen Dao roared with all his might and slashed at Lin Yang with the knife.

Bang!

A sword energy that was nearly five meters long burst out from the knife and slashed towards Lin Yang fiercely.

"What?"

Lin Yang was immediately surprised.
Chapter completed!
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