Chapter: 297
When Weiyang returned, the noisy battlefield suddenly quieted down, and all the fluctuations in spiritual power subsided. At some point in Weiyang's hands, he grabbed a huge war scythe of the same height, and there was a dark shadow on top of the scythe. The breath drifted out, giving people an extremely ominous feeling.
"Go away if you don't want to die!" Weiyang said lightly, and all the monks from Wanmo Ridge backed away wherever they looked.
However, one person stood up. There was a mark of flame on the forehead of that person, which seemed to be burning. He looked at Weiyang and said, "It's a real honor that the squabble between me and other juniors can alarm such an expert as senior, but Senior forcibly entered the Lingxi battlefield, and killed so many people, the taste of the soul-destroying divine thunder is not good, right? Now that the divine thunder has turned dark purple, how many more people can senior kill?"
Weiyang turned his head to look over, his figure suddenly turned into an afterimage, and he threw himself directly in front of the man, raised his hand and tapped on the man's chest, and he didn't know what method was used, the man's figure suddenly stiffened, with a huge war scythe Swinging down, the head with a startled expression on his face flew high.
After killing people, Weiyang stepped back in front of Lu Ye and snorted coldly: "The Sacred Fire Cult wants to be in the limelight? I can't kill many people, and killing three or five is probably the limit. Who wants to try?" ?�
"Senior, what's the point of bullying the small?" Someone yelled angrily in the crowd, his voice was erratic, and he didn't know what method he used, obviously he didn't want Weiyang to judge his position.
Weiyang followed the reputation: "Who is bullying the small with the big?"
"After all, this is a matter of the Lingxi battlefield. It is always unreasonable for seniors to force their way in. If all sects and sects are like seniors, then the Lingxi battlefield will be messed up?"
"If they dare, let them in and see if I can kill them!"
"It's just nonsense!" The speaker was very angry, and shouted again: "Everyone, she is now surrounded by the Soul Slayer God Thunder, and she can't kill many people. Don't be afraid of her. Let's go together, if she dares to attack again, she will definitely be killed by the God!" The thunder exploded."
"I found you!" Weiyang hooked his mouth, stretched out the scythe in his hand, and when he retracted it, there was a thin man on top of the scythe. The scythe pierced his chest and was lifted high , blood flowed down the wound, and the severe pain made him cry out.
All the cultivators of Wanmo Ridge were silent. No one could see how she made the move just now.
She looked up at the thin man, her eyebrows frowned: "People from Jinyun Tower? After decades, you still haven't made any progress. You like to hide in the dark and sow discord."
"It's not me!" The skinny man struggled.
Weiyang waved the sickle casually in his hand, and the blood mist exploded in the sky.
She turned around and looked at Lu Ye: "Walking on the Lingxi battlefield in the future, if you meet people from the Holy Fire Cult and Jinyun Tower, don't talk nonsense to them, kill them first, and then talk about them. These two families have old grudges with us."
"Yes!" Lu Ye respectfully replied.
"By the way, there is also a Bailian Valley. People from the Sacred Fire Cult and Jinyun Tower have come, so there is no reason why they should not come to Bailian Valley. What about people?" She looked around, as if she wanted to find someone from Bailian Valley. , but with so many Wanmo Ridge cultivators gathered together, it is really hard to tell them apart.
Under that sharp gaze, a monk from Wanmo Ridge weakly said: "The people from Bailian Valley are blocked by Feng Yuechan..."
"Yuechan..." Weiyang's expression softened a bit, "The little girl has grown up too."
She waved the war sickle, held it in her hand, and said loudly: "I want to take my little junior brother away, who has any objection?"
A member of the Sacred Fire Cult stepped out of the crowd, with a pious expression on his face: "If the fire in your heart is not extinguished, you will not be afraid of death!"
He stood not far from Weiyang, looking at her with a flat expression.
Wei Yang waved down the sickle in his hand, and the member of the Holy Fire Cult was instantly cut in two.
Another person came out and said in his mouth: "If the heart fire is not extinguished, there is no fear of death!"
Wei Yang struck again without any hesitation.
A third member of the Holy Fire Cult came out, shouting the same sentence.
Weiyang didn't make another move this time, she just showed her face and smiled, she raised her hand and pointed to the sky: "I won't kill you, someone will kill you!"
The sound of Qingyue's sword sounded suddenly, and when everyone looked in the direction she pointed, they saw streaks of sword light coming down from the sky, and the person from the Holy Fire Sect didn't make a sound , and was broken into two halves by Jian Guang.
The sword light subsided, and a long sword was imprinted in everyone's eyes, and it was inserted obliquely on the ground. A man with white hair and a red cloud coat with a white background stood lightly on the hilt with one hand behind his back. Like a piece of willow catkin, it swayed slightly with the shaking of the sword hilt. JrNovels.com
"Go away if you don't want to die!" Weiyang said lightly, and all the monks from Wanmo Ridge backed away wherever they looked.
However, one person stood up. There was a mark of flame on the forehead of that person, which seemed to be burning. He looked at Weiyang and said, "It's a real honor that the squabble between me and other juniors can alarm such an expert as senior, but Senior forcibly entered the Lingxi battlefield, and killed so many people, the taste of the soul-destroying divine thunder is not good, right? Now that the divine thunder has turned dark purple, how many more people can senior kill?"
Weiyang turned his head to look over, his figure suddenly turned into an afterimage, and he threw himself directly in front of the man, raised his hand and tapped on the man's chest, and he didn't know what method was used, the man's figure suddenly stiffened, with a huge war scythe Swinging down, the head with a startled expression on his face flew high.
After killing people, Weiyang stepped back in front of Lu Ye and snorted coldly: "The Sacred Fire Cult wants to be in the limelight? I can't kill many people, and killing three or five is probably the limit. Who wants to try?" ?�
"Senior, what's the point of bullying the small?" Someone yelled angrily in the crowd, his voice was erratic, and he didn't know what method he used, obviously he didn't want Weiyang to judge his position.
Weiyang followed the reputation: "Who is bullying the small with the big?"
"After all, this is a matter of the Lingxi battlefield. It is always unreasonable for seniors to force their way in. If all sects and sects are like seniors, then the Lingxi battlefield will be messed up?"
"If they dare, let them in and see if I can kill them!"
"It's just nonsense!" The speaker was very angry, and shouted again: "Everyone, she is now surrounded by the Soul Slayer God Thunder, and she can't kill many people. Don't be afraid of her. Let's go together, if she dares to attack again, she will definitely be killed by the God!" The thunder exploded."
"I found you!" Weiyang hooked his mouth, stretched out the scythe in his hand, and when he retracted it, there was a thin man on top of the scythe. The scythe pierced his chest and was lifted high , blood flowed down the wound, and the severe pain made him cry out.
All the cultivators of Wanmo Ridge were silent. No one could see how she made the move just now.
She looked up at the thin man, her eyebrows frowned: "People from Jinyun Tower? After decades, you still haven't made any progress. You like to hide in the dark and sow discord."
"It's not me!" The skinny man struggled.
Weiyang waved the sickle casually in his hand, and the blood mist exploded in the sky.
She turned around and looked at Lu Ye: "Walking on the Lingxi battlefield in the future, if you meet people from the Holy Fire Cult and Jinyun Tower, don't talk nonsense to them, kill them first, and then talk about them. These two families have old grudges with us."
"Yes!" Lu Ye respectfully replied.
"By the way, there is also a Bailian Valley. People from the Sacred Fire Cult and Jinyun Tower have come, so there is no reason why they should not come to Bailian Valley. What about people?" She looked around, as if she wanted to find someone from Bailian Valley. , but with so many Wanmo Ridge cultivators gathered together, it is really hard to tell them apart.
Under that sharp gaze, a monk from Wanmo Ridge weakly said: "The people from Bailian Valley are blocked by Feng Yuechan..."
"Yuechan..." Weiyang's expression softened a bit, "The little girl has grown up too."
She waved the war sickle, held it in her hand, and said loudly: "I want to take my little junior brother away, who has any objection?"
A member of the Sacred Fire Cult stepped out of the crowd, with a pious expression on his face: "If the fire in your heart is not extinguished, you will not be afraid of death!"
He stood not far from Weiyang, looking at her with a flat expression.
Wei Yang waved down the sickle in his hand, and the member of the Holy Fire Cult was instantly cut in two.
Another person came out and said in his mouth: "If the heart fire is not extinguished, there is no fear of death!"
Wei Yang struck again without any hesitation.
A third member of the Holy Fire Cult came out, shouting the same sentence.
Weiyang didn't make another move this time, she just showed her face and smiled, she raised her hand and pointed to the sky: "I won't kill you, someone will kill you!"
The sound of Qingyue's sword sounded suddenly, and when everyone looked in the direction she pointed, they saw streaks of sword light coming down from the sky, and the person from the Holy Fire Sect didn't make a sound , and was broken into two halves by Jian Guang.
The sword light subsided, and a long sword was imprinted in everyone's eyes, and it was inserted obliquely on the ground. A man with white hair and a red cloud coat with a white background stood lightly on the hilt with one hand behind his back. Like a piece of willow catkin, it swayed slightly with the shaking of the sword hilt. JrNovels.com
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