The sword covers the sun and gives the enemy the head, and the white bones fly like a mountain bird!

This is the real Black Prison Dragon King, arrogant and domineering.

He has the heroic spirit of asking who is in the world.

No one dared to look at him wherever his eyes swept.

Master Miluo, Master Ji Liu.

One injury, one death.

Lin Yu's amazing knife.

He firmly suppressed the momentum of the group of enemies on the opposite side and was extremely depressed.

At this moment, the head of the Seta family slowly took two steps forward.

He faced Lin Yu head-on and said slowly: "Lin Yujun, I'm a man named Kazuki, please give me advice."

While speaking, he put his right hand on the handle of the Taidao around his waist.

On his solemn face, there was a determination to put life and death and besides it.

Like a swordsman, he sends a formal challenge to an enemy who knows it is invincible.

Lin Yu glanced at him lightly and said coldly: "The courage is commendable, you are qualified to be my opponent."

This sentence, as he said it, seemed to represent a great glory.

The implication is that few other people are not worthy of being his opponent.

The proud tone makes people unable to disgust.

It seems that what he said is the ultimate truth in the world.

At this time, Master Miluo, who was in the pool of blood, stared at Lin Yu with his eyes tightly.

The indifferent and clear eyes had long disappeared without a trace.

The eyes were filled with the resentment that was solid.

"You devil, Buddha will definitely punish you..."

He yelled angrily, and although he lost all his limbs, he was still full of energy.

A master who has just learned about Gangjin has a strong vitality that is beyond the imagination.

The neatly cuts of the limbs, and the blood has stopped flowing.

The muscles near the wound automatically contract and close the broken blood vessels.

Hearing the sound, Lin Yu turned his head and looked at Master Miluo.

He said calmly: "Mencius does not lie. If the Buddha comes, the first thing he needs to do is to clean up the portal."

Then, the topic changed: "What's more, even if the Buddha came in person, he would have to ask about the three-foot divine edge in my hand."

My domineering aura is the only one who dares to swing a sword into the sky and cut off all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

"I won't let you go even if I become a ghost..."

Master Miluo shouted with hatred and his head was shaking.

The roar sounded like thunder, resounding throughout the sky.

Before he finished speaking, the subordinate who was good at disguise art rushed over.

He waved his palm and slapped Master Miluo in the face.

"Old guy, I want to send a secret code to call people, let's kill this heart."

As he spoke, he took out powerful tape and wrapped it around the master's mouth.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Master Miluo emitted meaningless syllables from his nose, blue veins appeared on his forehead, and his eyes burst.

As a tantric master, he has never suffered such humiliation.

Helplessly, all limbs were cut off, and even the minimum resistance could not be achieved.

Seeing this, Lin Yu said coldly: "Nine-headed Buddha Owl and Miuying Dao are also considered heroes. How could there be such an incompetent senior brother!"

"Take the person down, and I have something to ask him later."

Lin Yu gave an order lightly and turned his eyes to the head of the Seta family again.

The eyes meet, and the fighting intention collides in the air.

The head of the Seta family drew his sword with his right hand and took out a white linen strap from his arms with his left hand.

It slowly and solemnly wrapped around its forehead.

The drawn sword is narrow, long and light, sharp and boundless. The blade tilts into a mysterious arc and has almost been cast to perfection and flawlessness.

When the head of the Seta family pulled out the Taida sword, the anxiety and fear in his eyes disappeared completely.

When a person and a knife are combined into one, the empty and painful heart immediately has sustenance.

His life and his spirit are entrusted to the knife in his hand.

Only by tying your love in the knife can you understand the truth.

The head of the Seta family stood quietly, and his whole body became silent and cold.

Just like the sword in your hand, it seems to have the spirituality of life.

The emotions in my heart were completely settled, and pain and hatred spread out from the blade.

Kill people, kill yourself, and kill the heavens again.

Killing - the ultimate of killing, the cold and arrogant.

Like a thousand cold lights, the murderous intent surges.

Don’t blame yourself for being so heartless that you will never be merciless when you kill others and yourself.

At this moment, the head of the Seta family was showing off his murderous aura.

Seeing the knife unsheathed, Okubo next to him couldn't help but take a few steps back.

His eyes were staring at the strange sword, as if he could see something.

His lips squirmed gently, muttering to himself in an inaudible voice.

The people around them also scattered, as if they could not resist the raging murderous intent.

In the eyes of everyone, the momentum of the Seta family head changed drastically, as if he had changed his soul.

His eyes were red and shining with a strange light.

It combines coldness, bloodthirstyness and pride.

The sword light is like a hidden autumn water, green and cold, piercing the bones of people.

The surrounding air was filled with strange and strange secrets.

The knife, although it has not moved.

But the bloodthirsty murderous aura that was forced out from the blade became heavier and heavier.

Lin Yu stood there, but for a moment, he didn't dare to move at all.

He could intuitively feel that the momentum of the Seta family master was getting stronger and stronger.

The boundless murderous intent enveloped him.

As long as he moves a little, the sure-killing sword will be cut down.

The opponent's sword pose contains the essence of the original Japanese martial arts.

Use stillness to control the extreme.

Quiet, dead quiet.

Everyone around him held their breath and was frightened by it.

In the silence of death, murderous intent swept across layers of waves.

Lin Yu could clearly feel the force of this murderous aura, and his breathing was stagnant.

His eyes were staring at the knife, ignoring the head of the Seta family holding the knife.

A strange illusion arose in my heart.

The murderous intent emanates from the knife.

It has nothing to do with the person holding the knife.

He had never faced such a solemn murderous aura, overwhelming and endless.

Ling Huo's murderous intent is unimaginable domineering and fierce.

This knife is weird!
To be continued...