A sword!

The three great masters joined forces and failed to stop it, and the remaining momentum also killed the Sword Sect in an instant, and the four masters disappeared in a blink of an eye. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the top of the clouds, everyone looked at Wang Ke in horror, and they didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that the slightest move would attract the earth-shattering sword just now.

Although he killed the four masters with one sword, Wang Ke's face was never more decadent, and he staggered towards Xia Xueqing and Chu Chu, ignoring the Su nationality on the side.

He knelt in front of the two women, held their hands, and used the Divine Illumination Gong to infuse the true qi into their bodies.

However, the two daughters' heavenly spirits were shattered, and even if the gods rebelled against the heavens, they could not save them, and everything was in vain.

"Senior sister, Chu Chu ......"

Wang Ke muttered softly, closed the eyes of the second daughter, and then stood up and walked towards the people of the Yanhuang Sect.

Zhang Ye's body was separated, Jiang Zhen's waist was cut in two, Tie Zheng was disemboweled, and half of He Yuanyi's body turned into meat paste......

There are three hundred and sixty-three people in the Yanhuang Sect, and none of them are all corpses, even if Wang Ke has the skill of resurrecting the dead, he is helpless.

The tragic death of his lover, the killing of the sect, the betrayal of his brother, and a series of changes made Wang Ke feel murderous.

His bloody eyes widened in rage, sweeping over everyone on the top of the clouds.

Su Ji, Du Wei, Qin Feng, Wu Zhen...... No one dared to look at him, let alone make a slight move, like a lamb to the slaughter, waiting for Wang Ke to decide their fate.

Wang Ke closed his eyes, two lines of blood and tears slid by, and roared angrily: "Give me death!"

The purple sword rushed into the sky, and the sword light of the ten thousand sections of the Dao fell down, and on the top of the entire cloud, it was like a purple sword rain, brilliant and brilliant.

The screams came and went, and under the indiscriminate attack of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, even the Grandmaster could not be spared, and when the sword rain dissipated, only Wang Ke was left on the top of the clouds.

"Ahh

Wang Ke looked up to the sky and roared, the killing intent in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he had already sensed that there were countless people from the top ten sects on Feilai Peak.

They were not grandmasters, so they did not attack the top of the clouds, but only chased and killed the people of the Yanhuang Sect and its subordinate sects on the mountain.

The slaughter had long since ended, and they should have been waiting for news from the top of the clouds, but now they were all frightened by the rain of swords just now.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Wang Ke looked up to the sky and roared, and a layer of blood flames appeared on his body, deeper and deeper, thicker and thicker, as if it was about to condense into blood.

Looking at his eyes again, the originally dark eyes were already covered with blood, shining with a strange evil aura.

With a pull of the sword trick in his hand, the Ziyao Sword soared into the air, flew down to the top of the clouds, and shuttled through the crowd unscrupulously.

The screams sounded again, and the people of the ten major sects fled in terror, but no one could escape, but everyone was slaughtered.

The once beautiful Feilai Peak is like a hell on earth at this moment, with broken limbs and wreckage everywhere, and the heavy smell of blood wafts for dozens of miles.

At this moment, a dragon roar sounded, and Long Aotian swayed from the bottom of the mountain and flew over, and when he saw the scene of Feilai Peak, he was obviously startled, and quickly flew towards the top of the clouds.

Wang Ke's eyes were cold, the sword pointed at Long Aotian, and the purple sword hovering in the air shot out like lightning.

Long Aotian was so startled that he hurriedly dodged, but the Purple Obsidian Sword was even faster than it, and it slashed through its neck with a thud.

A huge dragon head fell to the ground, and Long Aotian's mouth kept opening and closing, as if he wanted to ask Wang Ke why he wanted to kill himself.

"If you don't leave Feilai Peak, how can my junior sister Chu Chu die? How can my sect be destroyed? Can't I kill you?" Wang Ke roared angrily.

Long Aotian slowly closed his eyes, completely out of breath, but Wang Ke still felt that it was not enough, and the imperial envoy Ziyao Sword dismantled it in eight stages.

"Not enough, not enough!" Wang Kegang gritted his teeth and said with hatred: "The ten major sects, Zhongzhou Martial Arts, I want all of you to give me a funeral for the Yanhuang Sect, and I want all of you to give my beloved wife a funeral!"

Wang Ke withdrew his Ziyao Sword, didn't look at the corpses on the ground, jumped down from the top of the clouds on tiptoe, and galloped towards the south.

After walking more than ten miles, Wang Ke met a couple with a child, and when he saw his white clothes stained with blood and surrounded by murderous flames, the child immediately cried in fright.

Wang Ke's cold gaze swept towards the child, and the couple hurriedly covered the child's mouth, looked at him with horror on their faces, and kept shouting: "Spare your life, spare your life!"

"Kill them, kill them, kill them!"

Wang Ke muttered to himself, the Ziyao Sword trembling incessantly in his hand, and it could be stabbed out at any time.

"No, no, please let us go!" the couple snapped out.

Wang Ke didn't hear it, and kept muttering to himself: "Kill them, kill them, kill them!"

"Master Wang, you are very benevolent and righteous, please let us go, and don't kill us!" the wife cried out in a mournful voice.

However, Wang Ke didn't hear a word of what they said, and only one voice was hovering in his head: "Kill!"

"Master Wang, if you want to kill us, please let our child go, he is still young, I will kowtow to you!" The husband kept kowtowing.

"Kill!"

Wang Ke let out a loud shout, and the Ziyao Sword came out of his hand.

"Don't!"

The family of three let out a cry of despair, the wife standing in front of the child, and the husband in front of his wife.

The Ziyao Sword suddenly stopped in front of her husband, trembling incessantly, and a struggling expression appeared on Wang Ke's face.

"Kill!"

The spell-like voice kept swirling in Wang Ke's head, urging him.

At this moment, the husband suddenly jumped up, pounced on the Ziyao Sword, let the Jianfeng pierce his body, and also used all his strength to hold the Ziyao Sword, shouting loudly: "Child, take the child away!"

"Dad!"

The wife screamed in grief, but instead of running away, she stepped forward and hugged her husband and shouted, "Zhu'er, run!"

The child saw that his parents were pierced by the Ziyao Sword, but he was no longer afraid, but pounced on Wang Ke, punched and kicked him, and shouted: "You demon, return my father!"

The kid was only a teenager and had never learned any martial arts, and Wang Ke could kill him with just a finger.

However, Wang Ke didn't make a move, but looked at the family of three like he had lost his soul, and let the child kick and beat him.

"Kill!"

The voice in my head sounded again.

Wang Ke stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the Ziyao Sword slowly pulled out of the couple's body, and the couple collapsed to the ground, still struggling to crawl towards Wang Ke, as if trying to save their child.

"Kill!"

Wang Ke drew the sword trick in his hand, and the Ziyao sword turned upside down in the air and shot towards the child. (To be continued.) )