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The strange blood trail shot into the sky under the dazzling sword glow, causing the dark sky to suddenly become a little demonic.
Ling Jian's body shot forward, and with a borrow force from his feet, he charged into the sky, catching the head that was flying away. With a wave of his sleeve, the head disappeared into thin air, and his body landed directly on Wan Lei Jie's corpse.
An extremely bloody and fiendish aura filled the entire Black Infernal Stage, causing the atmosphere around the Black Infernal Stage to be extremely strange and demonic to the heavens.
A long while later, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Lightning Sect around the Black Infernal Stage came to a realization. When they sensed this scene, other than the blood-red eyes which caused them to wake up, an expression of horror surfaced that was difficult to contain. They were dumbstruck as they stared at the boy on the Black Infernal Stage who was like a god of death.
"Young Sect Master!"
Around the Black Infernal Tower, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect were all crying out in alarm. Their voices were hysterical and filled with a feeling of extreme grief.
"Ah, this darned young man actually killed our Young Sovereign of the Thousand Lightning Sect. Everyone attack together. Whoever kills this young man can directly obtain the opportunity to enter the sect's world domain!"
"Everyone, don't be afraid. Although this boy is powerful, he is only one person. Let's attack together and kill him!"
In the distance, the eldest senior brother, who was still some distance away from the Black Infernal Stage, climbed up from the ground with great difficulty. His face was extremely gloomy and his cry was filled with anger as he pointed at Ling Jian and instructed the surrounding Ten Thousand Lightning Sect disciples.
"Kill him and take revenge for Young Sect Master!"
"Kill!"
The figures of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect disciples were like locusts as they flew across the sky, bringing along frightening shockwaves as they flew straight towards Ling Jian. The overwhelming aura caused the dark sky to seem to tremble.
Even the sixth heaven senior brother felt a chill run down his spine as he continued to kill his opponents. He sneered in his heart as the smile on his face became more ferocious.
"Kid, so what if you killed Wan Lei Jie? You still have to die!"
A venomous roar came out of eldest senior brother's mouth.
However, such an overwhelming aura did not cause the God-Slaying youth, who stood on the black fire stage, to feel the slightest discomfort. Instead, his eyes glanced indifferently at the human figure that was crossing over from the locusts around him. His eyes became even calmer and the killing intent became even denser.
"Kill!"
Ling Jian's eyes instantly turned blood-red, as if he had entered the berserk mode of the Savage Worldbear. A shocking wave of blood Qi gushed out from the top of Ling Jian's head, as a powerful killing aura swept across his entire body, causing the Chaotic world sword to slightly tremble, before being held by him.
Weng! *
The Chaotic world sword trembled slightly, and Ling Jian hugged onto it with both of his hands, as though he was hugging the sun and moon. Then he shook violently, and the Chaotic world sword in his arms shook violently, and flew up into the sky, bringing with it a wave of chaotic sword light, which rushed into the sky.
Boom!
In the air above the black fire arena, a terrifying vortex of black light appeared like the gradually blossoming black lotus of the apocalypse. In the air above the black fire platform, a terrifying vortex of black light appeared like the gradually blooming black lotus of the apocalypse.
A rain of swords formed in the sky and hacked down.
The dazzling white light seemed to have completely dispersed the darkness of the Blackhot Abyss.
"Ah!"
Ah!
"..."
Miserable cries of pain and despair continuously rang out from the stage, echoing all around the stage and reaching the smiling face of the Eldest Senior Brother who was gradually frozen with confidence.
The eldest senior brother was currently staring dumbfoundedly at this strange sight before him. He stared at the apocalyptic black lotus in the sky. His heart skipped a beat as he felt a strong sense of impending doom enveloping him.
One by one, the disciples of the Thousand Lightning Sect fell into a pool of their own blood. Streaks of sword lights violently rained down from above. At this moment, there was a disciple from the Thousand Lightning Sect whose head had been separated from his body, appearing extremely miserable.
Blood stained the surroundings of the Black Infernal Tower. Corpses were strewn all over the place, making it look like an Asura in hell.
However, in the center of this Asura Hell Arena, there was a calm expression on the face of a youth who seemed like a god of death. At this moment, he stood there with an indifferent expression.
"This …"
The Eldest Senior Brother was so scared that his legs were trembling and he almost kneeled on the ground. He looked at the devil-may-care teenager in the Asura Hell and from beginning to end, the youth just hugged the Chaotic Sword and then flew out. This simple action of his brought about the scene of an Asura hell.
"Retreat!"
The Eldest Senior Brother suppressed the fear that came from the depths of his heart and used all of his strength to ensure that his legs did not weaken. He desperately shot out of the Black Fire Abyss without even turning his head back, quickly escaping.
In the Black Infernal Tower, the surrounding Shura Hell scene did not affect Ling Jian in the slightest. These people from the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect killed the innocent and specifically killed the disciples of the Qing-Yun Sect, they were the ones who caused this debt. It was one thing if these people did not seek trouble with the Qing-Yun Sect, but once they took the initiative and attacked, Ling Jian would definitely not mind paying ten times the price.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed into the distance. In the blink of an eye, he saw a figure that was fleeing at an extremely fast speed, instantly disappearing, transforming into a black shadow with an extremely dense cold glint surfacing on his face. After which, his body moved and he directly pulled the ground out.
With a loud shout, Ling Jian brought out the chaotic sword in hand, and his body became like a sword, bringing along an ear-piercing sound of wind as he swiftly charged forward, directly piercing through the bodies of the several Ten Thousand Lightning Sect disciples that were not killed just a moment ago. Blood dripped onto Ling Jian's body, and his heart was filled with the joy of speaking freely.
"Of my dead Qingyun disciples, this Young Sect Master will soon have his revenge for all of you. This batch, only one is left."
"Bastard, you won't be able to escape. Let's see how this young master will kill you …"
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