C394 Bloodthirsty Ling Luo
C394 Bloodthirsty Ling Luo
Apart from the elders in the bluestone hall, the surrounding disciples also seemed to have woken up from a great dream. Nearly a hundred human figures were rushing towards Meng Ran's position like floodwaters.
When the four black-robed elders and Faang Qingchuan, who was holding Fang Rubing hostage, arrived at the scene, all of them trembled.
These four elders could be considered to have killed countless people. Their hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent people. However, when they saw the scene in front of them, even their scalps turned numb.
There were broken limbs and broken limbs on the ground. It was impossible to see a complete corpse. All of them had been cut into pieces and scattered all over the place.
The scarlet blood had even dyed the surroundings blood red. Up until this moment, dazzling blood was still flowing out of the broken limbs, gradually converging into a pool of blood. The sound of the blood flowing was shocking.
When those disciples who had just arrived saw this scene, they could not help but vomit as their faces turned pale.
Within the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, a majestic young man stood with his hands behind his back.
His white clothes were spotless, and his expression was indifferent, as if he was an immortal that had descended from the heavens. It was hard to imagine that the scattered corpses on the ground were the work of this Comely Youth.
Ning Feixuan, who was standing at the side, also had a complicated expression as she looked at White-clothed Youth. She had personally witnessed how terrifying this young man with killing intent was. That seven foot long blade light was like the scythe of a death god, harvesting large amounts of lives.
No matter how many disciples of the Extreme One Sect knelt in front of him and begged for mercy, the only response they received was the azure blade light!
"Meng Ran! How dare you kill the people of my Extreme One Sect? You deserve to die!"
The four elders were so angry that their bodies were trembling.
Meng Ran turned a deaf ear to this. His cold gaze that caused one's heart to palpitate only fell on that haggard and beautiful figure.
"Meng Ran! You really dare to come to the Extreme One Sect to die!" Faang Qingchuan, who was holding Fang Rubing hostage, gritted his teeth and shouted.
"Kneel! I want you to kneel! Otherwise, I will kill her right now! "
Faang Qingchuan put the sharp knife between his hands on Fang Rubing's neck and shouted in a shrill voice.
"Kneel!"
"Kneel down!"
At this moment, a loud shout that sounded like a tsunami resounded in the surroundings. Nearly a hundred disciples of the Extreme One Sect shouted at the same time. In just an instant, Meng Ran was like a lone boat in a storm, drowning in the sound of human voices.
"Meng Ran..." Ning Feixuan, who was standing aside, had white hair on her face due to the deterrent force. The Lightning Extraordinary Talent in her palm had already gathered in her palm. She looked at the man in white with worry.
"Meng Ran... it really is you. You shouldn't have come! Leave quickly! They will kill you!"
The extremely weak Fang Rubing saw the figure that she had been thinking about day and night and used all the strength in her body to roar.
Fang Rubing had witnessed the cruelty of these people from the Extreme One Sect and knew that they hated Meng Ran to the core. They would definitely torture this young man to death.
Looking at the young girl who had lost her family and become a prisoner, Meng Ran lowered his eyes and said apologetically: "Sorry, I'm late."
After saying that, Fang Rubing's face was filled with tears. Her heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife.
"Meng Ran! I want you to kneel! Are you f * cking deaf!? " Faang Qingchuan roared like a wild beast. His face was ferocious and somewhat illusory.
"How dare a clown act so impudently in front of me?!"
Meng Ran coldly harrumphed. He waved his palm and a blue palm appeared out of thin air. It tore through the air and a dozen meters wide blue palm flew towards Faang Qingchuan.
The four elders didn't have time to react. Faang Qingchuan was sent flying by the slap and fell heavily to the ground. No one knew how many of his bones were broken.
"What is this?!"
Among the hundred shocked voices, Meng Ran's azure palm print appeared out of thin air. Fang Rubing was immediately held in his palm and sent to Meng Ran.
"Meng Ran, you shouldn't have come..."
After saying that, Fang Rubing, who couldn't hold on any longer, completely fainted.
Meng Ran glanced at the black silk ribbon on Fang Rubing's body that looked like a poisonous snake, and his expression immediately became extremely gloomy.
"Little Bastard, give up! You can't save her! This is the supreme magic weapon of our Extreme One Sect, the Bloodthirsty Ling Luo! Eighty percent of this girl's blood has already been devoured. She will die for sure!"