Soul Devouring Sword Master

Chapter 2550 Massacre

After staying in a dark underground cave for a long time, I felt a little uncomfortable when I came out.

After taking a few breaths of fresh air, Lin Xiao randomly chose a direction and rushed away.

Anyway, there were only a few left, and he had no hope of finding treasures or opportunities, so he just wanted to relax.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, calm and calm.

Occasionally, Lin Xiao can see some corpses. If there is still death air on them, he will go up and suck them away. Although it is not very helpful, the mosquitoes are no longer meat.

Seeing that six months are coming, this is the last one.

Here, Lin Xiao landed on a mountain peak, standing in the wind and overlooking the surroundings.

"It's really fast, six months have passed!"

Lin Xiao sighed slightly.

boom! boom...

At this moment, a roar came from the front.

Lin Xiao's eyes flashed. Now that he has broken through to the Nascent Soul realm, his mental power, coupled with the Nascent Soul, makes his perception extremely sharp. He can clearly sense fluctuations within a kilometer radius.

bump!

With a step of his feet, Lin Xiao went directly towards the direction of the wave.

Soon, he saw someone fighting in front of him.

"Senior Brother Luo!"

Lin Xiao's expression condensed. One of them was a disciple of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, and Luo Ying was also there.

And when he saw the person on the other side, murderous intent suddenly surged in his eyes, "Devil Han!"

At this moment, Mo Han and others were chasing Luo Ying and the others. When Lin Xiao arrived, two disciples of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect had already died.

In fact, Mo Han and others could have killed him long ago, but they seemed to be in no hurry, just like a cat chasing a mouse, with a joking expression on their faces, and every once in a while, they would kill a disciple of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect. Let Luo Ying and others experience what despair and helplessness are.

"Haha, run, run faster, or I won't be polite!"

Mohan chased after him, deliberately keeping a distance from the opponent, looking at the few remaining Ten Thousand Blood Sect disciples in front with a sneer on his face.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Several Ten Thousand Blood Sect disciples became angry because the other party was completely toying with them, but they did not dare to stop. The other party's strength was beyond their ability to shake. Along the way, many companions had fallen one after another. If they stopped, they would die.

"Calm down, be sure to stay calm, don't be impulsive!"

Luo Ying reminded, his face was extremely solemn. There was a wound on his arm that was bleeding. It was left by him to protect a disciple not long ago. Unfortunately, it still failed to prevent the tragedy from happening.

"That beast Lin Xiao is dead. Since you are from the same sect as him, it is up to you to repay his debt. If I don't give you a chance, if you can escape after one stick of incense, I will no longer pursue you." You, otherwise, someone will die after one stick of incense!”

Mohan smiled ferociously.

This made Luo Ying and the others look extremely ugly. The other party was simply bullying them too much, knowing that they could not escape at all. It seemed to give them hope, but in fact it was greater despair, leaving them in the shadow of death. Zheng

Luo Ying is still a little better. He has a calm mind and has always been relatively calm, thinking about countermeasures in his mind.

But the bodies of the others were shaking violently. No one knew whether the person who died after burning the incense would be them. It was equivalent to waiting for death. This kind of mental torture was enough to make people collapse.

Seeing the frightened expressions on several people's faces, Mo Han and others felt very happy. They liked the sight of prey struggling to death, the joy of killing.

Uh-huh!

Suddenly, Mohan disappeared from the spot, and the next moment, he appeared behind a disciple of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect.

"time is not up yet!"

The Ten Thousand Blood Sect disciple shouted, and the expressions of several others also darkened.

"Haha, I was just joking, but you really took it seriously. Do I, Mo Han, need a reason to kill someone? Come here!"

With a sneer, Mo Han bent his palm into a claw and pulled it out of the air.

Suddenly, the Ten Thousand Blood Sect disciple was locked by a force, and his body flew away involuntarily.

"Ah, save me!"

The disciple of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect let out a shrill scream. Thinking of the tragic deaths of those people before, he couldn't help but feel frightened and his body trembled.

"Wang Xu!"

Luo Ying shouted, his breath burst out with all his strength, and he slashed out with his sword.

Bang!

There was an explosion, and the pulling force was cut off. The Ten Thousand Blood Sect disciples escaped and their faces turned pale.

"If you mind your own business, you go first!"

Mo Han's eyes turned cold, his palms opened, and an invisible suction locked onto Luo Ying.

laugh! !

Luo Ying frowned, and held the sword in front of him. The sword intent swept through his body, constantly consuming the power. Although his body was still being pulled towards Mohan, the speed was very slow.

"Hmph, insect-carving skills!"

Mo Han dismissed it and suddenly let go.

boom!

Luo Ying had no time to stop his strength and flew away.

"Die!"

Mo Han blasted out a palm, and the tyrannical palm print enveloped Luo Ying.

"Senior Brother Luo!"

The expressions of several other people changed drastically, and they hurriedly broke out with all their strength.

Luo Ying also tried his best to strike.

Bang! !

There was a roar, full of energy, and energy rolling.

puff! puff!