C267
C267
In the open mountain cliff area, a fierce battle was currently taking place. From start to finish, the people from the small World Martial School, who were on the side of the fight, had merely waved their hands and stood on the summit, casting emotionless gazes down at the people below.
When the people from the Qing-Yun Sect saw this scene, they were filled with terror. They could not help but feel their hair stand on end, making them feel extremely shocked.
"This person from the little World School is truly cruel and decisive."
"This is considered bad luck for the Myriad Lightning Sect. However, this time around, the losses to the Myriad Lightning Sect are not small at all."
Let's not talk about the survival of our disciples. Right now, the elders as well as Wan Lei Xiao himself have suffered serious internal injuries. Now, it's time for the Qing-Yun disciples to make a move.
As he stared at the scene at the center of the explosion of the Thousand Lightning Symbol, a red glow started to spread out. A bloody smell started to spread out and his heart had started to feel the same. It was likely that before long, the bloody smell that filled the air in front of him would attract a Death Rank fierce beast.
It was just that, the people from the small World School were even more despicable. They grasped the overall situation, and to them, having victory in their hands was no different from playing around with a mouse. First, they would get tired of the people from the Ten Thousand Thunder School, then directly kill them.
"If the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect's Ten Thousand Thunder Roar were to die here, it would definitely be a good thing for our Qing-Yun Sect!"
The second elder, You Tianxuan, also agreed with Ling Jian's words and could not help but nod his head as he spoke.
"However, I feel that things are not so simple."
Fourth Elder Li Jue Tian said with a frown.
"Don't worry, in this empty mountain range filled with the smell of blood, the corpses of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect disciples have already been completely covered by the mountain rocks. The smell of blood is difficult to roam around."
Luo Tianyan smiled and said.
"Don't worry, even if we incite the dead level beasts, the Qing-Yun Sect will still have a way to avoid this. Elders, the Qing-Yun disciples, follow me, this is the time to kill the survivors of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect. If we kill them, our Qing-Yun Sect will no longer have to worry about the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect!"
Ling Jian gazed into the distance and opened his eyes completely, causing the sight in front of him to clearly reach his eyes. He was slightly shocked, and after he said those words, he directly turned into a black light that shot out explosively. The instant his figure shot out explosively, the dark wings behind his back suddenly trembled, and his agile body strangely appeared in front of Wan Lei Xiao, who had just climbed up from the rubble.
Boom!
However, before he could curse out to vent the displeasure in his heart, the sound of thunder had already erupted in front of him. An incomparably swift stream of air rushed over as a black spear-like fist ruthlessly smashed onto his body.
Boom!
However, it was immediately severely injured, and stood up in a sorry state. He looked at his left chest, where his clothes had been blown into a charred state, where a disorderly and overbearing Spiritual Energy was burning as it continued to erode his body, as if it was about to burn all the Spiritual Energy in his body.
"This is?"
"Undying Black Flames..."
The Ten Thousand Thunder Howl's body shook violently. A dense Spiritual Energy surged out from within its body and scattered the overbearing Spiritual Energy attack from the Undying Black Flames. After which, it let out a low cry and said.
"Who are you?!"
With an ugly expression, he stared at the young man's figure that was gradually emitting a black light. In the next moment, the muscles at the corner of his eyes suddenly contracted, as if he could not believe that it was actually Ling Jian.
"Ten Thousand Thunder Howl, is there something wrong with your head? In this place, other than the people from the three Sects, are there people from other sects?"
After the black light dissipated, Ling Jian's indifferent body stood straight in front of the Myriad Lightning Roar. His eyes, which were burning with black flames and a gaze even colder than ice, stared at the Myriad Lightning Roar indifferently as he spoke with a sneer.
"Your Qing-Yun Sect is truly haunted and full of bad things. Were the things that our disciples were waiting for in the Black Fire Abyss also taken by you?"
The ten thousand lightning roars were dark and sinister, much like the voice of an evil ghost. Soon after, it stared viciously at Ling Jian.
"They … Hehe, there's even a Wan Lei Jie among them right? Sorry, but all of them were killed by this young master …"
Ling Jian's eyes, which were burning with black flames, turned slightly as he spoke in a casual and mocking manner.
"Ah, you damned beast!"
The sound of thunder filled the air as the wind from his palm blew. There was no record of what had happened in the Black Fire Abyss, and the Thunder Fire Crystal had only recorded the start of the Rosy Valley. Therefore, when the Ten Thousand Thunder Roar heard that his nephew had died in the hands of Ling Jian, the madness in his bloodline had been completely ignited.
"Whether it's Heaven Slaughter or Earth Slaughter, both will become the nightmare of your sect!"
Ling Jian was already prepared for this, and in fact, when he said those words, the dark wings on his back had already appeared. When his voice fell, the dark wings on his back were already trembling, and his body directly turned into a black light that shot out explosively.
Ah!
At this very moment, the shrill voice of an elder resounded from behind him. Amidst the screams, a head shot straight up into the sky from a dense white sword light, and Ling Jian's figure weaved between the four great elders like a ghost before appearing behind the last elder, slashing off the head of the other party …
"Fifth Elder!"
Everything happened in a split-second. The four elders had just seen Ling Jian being struck by the Myriad Thunder Howl and thought that the young master of the Qing-Yun Sect was dead for sure, but they had never expected that this young man's speed would be so fast. After dodging the Myriad Thunder Howl's attack, and without the four of them even noticing, he had killed the fifth elder.
Out of the five great elders of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect, including the Great Elder who had died earlier, there were only three left …
"Second Sect Master, it's him! It's him! It's that young man from the Cloud Sky Mountain Range who shook the masses with his sword!"
"..."