Princess Against the World

This time, Ling Luoyu did play a big game.

More than a thousand long swords, like fireworks in full bloom, were released with a bang, beheading in all directions.

There are only more than a hundred people in the blood mansion led by Zuo Furong.

On average, each person can have more than ten long swords to take care of.

Under such a density, unless a miracle happens and the Buddha blesses him, he can escape safely.

Seeing the approaching long sword sniper approaching, Zuo Furong instinctively screamed and knelt down with her head in her arms.

The moment she squatted down, she suddenly had a scheming move, and she completely lay down on the ground.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The piercing voice roared past her head, scaring her so much that she didn't even dare to raise her head.

Under the gust of wind, she could feel the biting cold, almost rubbing against her back.

"ah……"

One after another, screams came from behind her.

Feeling that the threat above her head was less, she dared to turn her head and shout.

"Get down...get down...all get down..."

It's just that her warning was too late at this time.

Just now there were more than one hundred subordinates, but now there is no one who can stand.

Among them, the closest one was right in front of her eyes, while the farthest one was hundreds of meters away.

At that distance, people were also pierced into blood holes by the long sword.

The few people who didn't die lay on the ground and howled and turned over.

Just now they were still mighty killing gods, but at this moment, they have become lambs waiting to be slaughtered without the ability to resist! !

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the front, Zuo Furong was so startled that she quickly turned her head to look, her pupils shrinking again.

Those disciples of Qi Yunzong unexpectedly came out of the barrier.

They carried those Qi Yunzong disciples who fell to the ground back one by one.

In front of these people, Ling Luoyu stood with his hands behind his back.

Even though she covered her face, the wild and murderous aura still emanated from her body.

The two looked at each other, and Zuo Furong suddenly felt familiar.

She had felt this kind of cold murderous aura in another person before!

An inexplicable horror surfaced in her heart, she stood up slowly, with a face full of disbelief.

"You... you are?!!"

That name hovered in her heart for a long time, but she still didn't say it.

In that first battle, she was completely defeated.

I originally thought that after going back, I would practice hard and try my best to avenge my revenge one day.

But unexpectedly, before she could do anything, the height of the other party was no longer something she could look up to.

In an instant, despair lingered in my heart.

She shook her head weakly and slowly: "No! Impossible! You can't be her! Absolutely impossible!"

Zuo Furong couldn't believe it, and she didn't want to believe it.

When you don't see it with your own eyes, there is still hope for everything!

But if you saw it with your own eyes, all that was left was despair!

She don't despair!

So she would rather not believe it!

can not believe! !

Zuo Furong retreated step by step, letting Ling Luoyu lead the disciples of Qi Yunzong to carry those injured or dead disciples back.

Although the fight between Jin Lanzhi and Ji Yun was still going on, it was obviously not as sharp as before.

Ling Luoyu's one-sided killing made those people in the Blood Palace feel uncomfortable.

After all, it was their side that fell into defeat, and their mood must be greatly affected.

Under the fluctuation, the murderous intent is much weaker.

Ling Luoyu's eyes flicked to Jin Lanzhi, and all the evil spirits appeared in his eyes.

Hao's wrist was flipped, and the profound energy rose again, winding towards the long sword piled up like a mountain behind him.

"boom!"

Profound energy pierced through it, and thousands of long swords swung up at the same time.