With the falling of the black knife, the figure of the young man was instantly divided into two, blood splattered, and the surrounding space was stained. His eyes were full of horror and unwillingness, but he could not return to heaven.

Dead.

This scene made the disciples around the surrounding viaders changing. They have never seen such a horrible way of attacks. For a while, fear and shock were intertwined in their hearts.

Ling Xiao looked at the tragic situation in front of him, and a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth. He didn't want to make trouble, and he didn't want to seize his life at will.

However, the world is impermanent, he just wants to protect himself, but he did not expect that in this moment, the two young warriors of the Zhengqi Hall had been killed. His heart was full of helplessness and self -blame, as if a boulder was pressed in his mind, letting him let him make him.

It is difficult to breathe.

"Please, don't move, okay, I don’t know if you are so weak, I don’t want to kill you."

He didn't want to make trouble, but in this moment, the two young warriors of the Zhengqi Hall had been killed. This matter was like the water splashed out, I'm afraid that it would no longer be recovered, and it could not be resolved. Ling Xiao's heart was full

Helpless and ridiculous, he knows that this battle has pushed him to the abyss opposite to Zhengnang.

But he didn't regret it. Instead, he felt that these two goods were looking for himself.

At this moment, there are more and more people in the field. They are curious, or anger, or horror, forming a huge onlookers. People's discussions, accusing each other of the sound, intertwined into a noisy ocean.

When I saw Ling Xiao's dresses of demon repair and the magic knife exuding the cold and cold in his hands, everyone's eyes became bad.

Xiao is a dangerous source that may erupt at any time.

"The magic building of the Magic Tower actually came to kill people in Zhengnang!" A voice sounded angrily like a thunder, and instantly ignited the anger of everyone in the field.

"This is simply bullying!" Another voice followed, full of strong condemnation of Ling Xiao's behavior.

People are attached to each other, their emotions are ignited, and anger spreads in the crowd like wildfires. In their opinion, Ling Xiao's behavior is not only the cruel killing of the two young warriors, but also the trampling and insult of the dignity of Zhengqi Hall.

Then, then

"Just hit the face of Zhengnang!" A burly man roared, his eyes were congested, as if he was going to spit out a fire. He clenched his fist tightly and was ready to rush up with Ling Xiao.

The atmosphere in the field became more and more tense, and people's emotions were pushed to a climax.

At this moment, Ling Xiao suddenly turned around, agile and decisive. He just turned around, a meteor in the night sky, flashed in front of him, brought a breeze, and moved the front of his forehead.

Hair.

Ling Xiao's instincts responded quickly and sharply. He reached out without hesitation, gathered a strong magic, turned into a dark sword, with the sound of breaking the air, and slashed to the residual shadow to disappear.

The direction.

This blow condensed the power of his whole body. The black knife was drawn out of a beautiful arc in the air, flashing with palpitated light.

Bang! With a loud noise, the air seemed to be torn suddenly, the air waves overflowed, and the fallen leaves and dust rolled up the ground, forming a small vortex.

In instant, Ling Xiao was shocked by this reaction for four or five meters away. The slate under his feet cracked because he could not bear the power.

Scan around.

At this moment, not far away in front of him, an old man in a white gown slowly stepped into his sight. The old man had white hair, his face was clear, and his eyes revealed a majesty and coldness in his eyes.

He held a seemingly ordinary but faintly emitted crutch, standing quietly, as if it was integrated with the heavens and the earth, and he had a extraordinary breath all over his body.

The old man looked at Ling Xiao coldly, his voice was low and powerful: "When, the disciples of the magic tower became so arrogant? I dare to openly come to me to kill people in Zhenglang, see my door rules like nothing?"

Each of his words seemed to be a heavy hammer. He knocked on Ling Xiao's heart, so that the surrounding air was condensed.

Ling Xiao has no expression, but a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. He slowly spoke, his voice was calm, but with a trace of bitterness that was not easy to detect:

"I'm sorry for killing them, because this is not me to come here. But, this can't blame me. Who makes your disciples in the Troun Church so vulnerable and like to find a way to death."

Hearing the words, the martial arts in the field of the field in the field are all sinking, as if being attacked by the cold wind, and it becomes difficult to look. Their eyes flashed with anger and incredible.

There are so big words on the site.

Arrogant!

This is so arrogant!

The old -fashioned eyes of the old man gradually became cold, as if the ice in winter, revealing a heartwarm. "Let the old man look at it, how many pounds you have!" Dare ... "

The old man's words have no doubtful majesty. However, without speaking, a black knife is like a meteor scattered in the night sky.

There is no wrong one, one time, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one by one!

Ling Xiao has always been decisive. He knows the importance of the first machine. Since the other party has exposed the intention of shot, he naturally won't sit still. Therefore, he did not hesitate to launch an attack.

The sound of cutting through the air, pointing directly at the old man.

The old man's face changed slightly, but the response was extremely fast. On the side of the body, he cleverly avoided this rapid black mang as you swimfed.

However, although he avoided timely, Heimang still wiped his arm and left a subtle but deep scar. Instantly, a black blood flew out, and a faint bloody smell was filled in the air.

The old man was furious, and the original clear face became distorted and embarrassed at this moment. He was full of anger, as if a anger.

When he stepped on his feet, the ground seemed to be unable to bear his power, and he was slightly sunken. Then, he was like a beast that was ready to go, with an unstoppable momentum, went straight to Ling Xiao.

His figure has a beautiful arc in the air, and the speed is amazing, as if to completely devour Ling Xiao in this violent force.

Ling Xiao's mouth raised a sneer, and the smile contained unquestionable coldness and decisiveness.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if in a certain mysterious ritual, and then, a strong bloody smell permeated, which was unique to the bloodthirsty knife soul, which was palpitated.
Chapter completed!