C398 Too Weak
C398 Too Weak
"How dare you!"
The four elders who finally reacted felt their hearts bleeding. These disciples were the elites of the sect and the mainstay of Extreme One Sect. How could they not feel heartache when they were killed by Meng Ran with just a single slash of his blade?
However, Meng Ran, who had already slaughtered his way into the crowd, was like a god of death that had descended to the world. The blade light in his hand slashed out continuously. With every slash, several disciples of Extreme One Sect would die.
Blood and severed limbs rained down from the sky. This was a killing machine!
"Hate! I hate!"
The goateed old man's eyes were filled with hatred. He had already attacked, but Meng Ran's speed was just too fast, leaving only an afterimage behind. The technique of this elder from the Extreme One Sect could not even touch the corner of Meng Ran's clothes!
Many disciples wanted to use the magic technique to defend against the terrifying blade light, but before they could even form their hand seals, their bodies had already been separated from their bodies.
The remaining disciples of the Extreme One Sect had their eyes turned red. Each of them pulled out a sharp knife from their waists and slashed at Meng Ran.
The sharp knives of the disciples of the Extreme One Sect were all made from the Hundred Refined Steel. In terms of craftsmanship, they were no weaker than the Jiangbei Military District.
The blades were glowing with a cold light. They were all divine weapons that could cut through iron like mud.
In the past, the disciples of the Extreme One Sect used these weapons to fight the Super Soldier holding the Triquetrous Military Thorn.
The number of Splendid Nation warriors who had died under this sharp blade was no less than a dozen.
Even Ning Feixuan revealed a deep-rooted hatred on her beautiful face when she saw the sharp blades flickering with silver light in these people's hands.
Dozens of sharp blades slashed down at the same time, tearing apart layers of air. She swore that she would cut White-clothed Youth into a pile of meat paste!
"Ants are ants after all, how can the word 'spell' be tarnished by you?"
With a mocking laugh, Meng Ran slashed out with the seven-foot long blade light in his hand!
CRACK! CRACK!
Accompanied by a deafening sound of weapons breaking apart, these divine weapons that could cut through iron like mud were like paper in front of Meng Ran's seven foot long blade light. They instantly shattered!
Meng Ran leapt into the air. The seven foot long blade light in his hand was like an antelope's horn. A circular blade qi was perfectly slashed out, like a rising crescent moon.
However, this wonderful move caused everyone present to feel a chill run down their spines.
It was because after the slash, the heads of nine disciples were separated from their bodies, and their lives were lost on the spot!
"Devil! He is a devil!"
Finally, there was a disciple who could not withstand this terrifying scene. He threw away the sharp knife in his hand and scrambled away.
However, Meng Ran had never intended to let anyone go from the beginning to the end.
"Devil? When you slaughtered those unarmed civilians, did you ever think that you were the devil in their eyes? Demons kill demons. This world is truly interesting. "
While laughing coldly, Meng Ran flicked his finger. A stream of energy that was 30 meters in length pierced through the disciple's heart.
Right at this moment, eight wind blades swept across the void, and their target was Meng Ran's back!
"Little Bastard, go to hell!"
The black-robed elder spoke in a hoarse voice. His voice was sharp and piercing, and it was filled with ferociousness.
White-clothed Youth, whose back was facing him, was like an old monk in meditation. He did not move at all and allowed the wind blades to attack him!
"He hit it!?"
When the four black-robed elders saw this scene, their faces were filled with wild joy.
The eight Wind Blades landed on Meng Ran's back, as if they had hit a diamond, resulting in a clinking sound. Following this, the Wind Blades turned into a puff of green smoke that dissipated into thin air!
"Magical techniques are hard to injure! Could it be that his physical body is already comparable to the Buddha of the Secret Sect!?"
While the old man in black was in disbelief, he saw a blue blade light flash by. With a 'Zi La' sound, the two arms of the elder of the Extreme One Sect fell to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
"Ah!"
The old man whose arms had been cut off by Meng Ran staggered and fell to the ground. His face was distorted and distorted due to the pain.
Meng Ran slowly walked towards the old man who had fallen to the ground. With every step he took, several lives would be mercilessly harvested by the seven foot long blade light.
After ten steps, the entire Extreme One Sect was littered with corpses. None of the nearly one hundred disciples had survived. All of them had died!
The seven foot long blade light was aimed at the black-robed elder who was curled up on the ground. Meng Ran slowly shook his head.
"You are too weak."