Gray walked out slowly, and silver light flashed from time to time in his eyes, as if strange lightning flashed across his eyes.

That is extremely strange.

Even Wan Jin was frightened by the opponent's strange pupil that looked like a thunder, and seemed to have never seen such a person.

But since being the master of a sect, there is no reason to be timid, not to mention the future daughter-in-law of his own is still with him, how can he protect it.

Wan Jin squeezed the nine-ring sword in his hand, and put on a posture, with a sword spirit all over his body. The so-called qi pulls the mountain and the world is strong, and it is very appropriate to describe this moment.

"Gray, is it worth it for us to deal with this kind of person? Let my pet come." At this moment, Soya twisted her amorous posture, and then her index finger gently stroked the dead body beside her. One finger, said: "Kill him."

The stiff corpse with pale pupils moved suddenly, and then stared at Wan Jin with an extremely penetrating gaze, and rushed out with a bang.

"Huh! Southern Xinjiang's corpse art, which controls dead corpses to kill people, dare to use this kind of sculpting skill in front of the master of the sect?

Wan Jin snorted. This manipulation of dead bodies is not a high-end secret method. This Miaojiang has the art of imperial gu to control dead bodies, and southern Xinjiang also has a similar technique of imperial corpses.

Even the Xiangxi generation had corpse chasers. In the early years, Wanjin traveled across the mountains and the north, and saw many masters hiding in the private sector using this method.

So for him, even if there were a hundred more dead bodies, it would be chopped down.

boom!

Wanjin's sword aura broke out in vain, with an astonishing aura. Holding the sword in one hand, he suddenly jumped and slashed. Not surprisingly, the corpse must be divided into two.

At this moment, Wanfeng also sneered again and again, and seemed to have expected what would happen next.

clang!

The nine-ringed broadsword weighing a hundred catties slashed straight on the dead corpse's forehead, but the knife seemed to have smashed into stainless steel, shaking Wanjin's face pale.

Under this knife, even the skin of the dead body was not split. Not only was Wan Jin dumbfounded on the spot, Wanfeng's face with a sneer on the side turned pale for an instant.

"What kind of demon technique is the other party using! How could it be possible!" Wanfeng seemed to have seen an unbelievable scene.

"Hehe, I'm an ice corpse, do you want to split the knife too, you laughed so hard?" Soya covered her mouth and smiled, her green jade finger slightly: "Kill."

clang!

Click...

The corpse suddenly raised its stiff hands, and directly staggered and closed the upper palms, and Wanjin's nine-ring broadsword was directly smashed into pieces.

This scene almost happened between the electric light and flint, the sound on the side was completely dumbfounded, and his heart shook and sank suddenly.

It's over... I've killed a million swordsmen!

After the knife broke, Wan Jin hurriedly moved away, his face uncertain, how could this be possible, at least 60% to 70% of his strength was used with this knife.

Not to mention the corpse, the broken stones and the gold are all small KS.

However, the dead body obviously didn't give Markham too much time to think about it. After the master gave the order, it rushed forward like a hungry wolf.

Sneer...

"what!"

With a miserable scream, since Wanjin's throat erupted, the moment the dead body rushed up, it tore off Wanjin's entire arm and kicked it out.

"Father! Damn, give it to me!" Wanfeng was panicked when he saw that his father, who was almost invincible in his mind, would lose so simply.

More than two hundred thousand swordsmen disciples who had been ready to go around gave up their blades at the same time, but took out their pistols from their arms and pointed them straight at the dead...

Bang bang bang...

A series of intensive gunfire sounded, and the body of the dead body was trembling in an instant, but it still didn't play any role.

This almost disintegrating scene completely stunned more than two hundred thousand swordsmen disciples.

This is simply a monster!

"Will it be useful if you don't play with swords but with guns?"

Gray looked at the more than 200 disciples of the Ten Thousand Swordsmen with trepidation, with an evil smile, an electric arc flashed in his eyes.

Then there was a sudden flash, rushing into more than two hundred people in an instant.

Crackling...

I don't know if it was an electric arc or a broken bone, which sounded one after another, probably both.

In one face, more than two hundred disciples of the Wandaomen were killed, and blood was sprayed on the stumps and broken arms. The painting became a beautiful picture.

The corpses scattered all over the sky like a rain of blood, accompanied by stumps and broken arms.

After killing, Gray looked at Wanfeng: "Do you still want to try?"

Wanfeng's face was pale, he glanced at his father who had fallen on the ground and couldn't afford multiple injuries due to blood loss. He thumped and he knelt down directly.

He hurriedly begged for mercy: "Big... grown-up, but the little one has eyes but doesn't know Taishan. I don't know this woman. She tempted me and said she would agree to her after helping her."

"Please let us go, take this woman away!"

A single sentence completely made Yin'er silly, and the whole person was dumbfounded: "Wanfeng...what are you talking about?"

"Damn! You are the one who killed me!"

"If it wasn't for you, could my father hurt so badly!"

Wanfeng was afraid of death, but instead turned around and ranted.

"Haha, cartilage, you succeeded in making me not interested in killing you."

"Woman, come with me."

Gray grinned, passed over Wanfeng who was kneeling on the ground, and walked towards the sound that was stupid in place.

At this time, Yin'er thought of the stalwart figure in a daze, if he was there, could he really help himself through the disaster.

Yin'er regretted it. If it weren't for her willfulness, would it have killed more than 200 people at Wandaomen? The owner was severely injured.

Now even Wanfeng broke off diplomatic relations with her.

On the street just one intersection from here, a commercial vehicle has been parked for some time.

Lin Xiao sat in the back seat, watching the scene in the distance, smoking a cigarette quietly.

"Lin Shuai, it's almost done, if you continue like this, Yin'er will be taken away by them" Zhuo Lang also looked into the distance and said.

Lin Xiao swallowed the last cigarette, pinching out the cigarette butt: "Let's go."

After Zhuo Lang got off the car, he respectfully opened the door.

Then walked towards the door of ten thousand swords.

With a deep smile, Gray walked towards Yin'er step by step, and slowly raised his hand to grab Yin'er's throat.

But at the moment Gray was about to start, his scalp numb, as if a huge mountain-like aura was directly covering his body.

This caused Gray's hand to stop suddenly.

Then Gray and Soya turned their heads at the same time, only to see two figures appearing at a distance of ten meters from them.

A suit and leather shoes draped in a black windbreaker, with a gentle smile, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

The other was a European medieval aristocratic man, with a wicked smile, keeping three steps away from the young man in front of him.

This also made Suoya's heart beat fiercely: I didn't recognize Lin Xiao's identity for a while, only attracted by the handsome appearance of the other party, and exclaimed: "Ah... I won the prize, what a handsome man. "