Chapter 439 Those who block me die

"Hmm!" Han Buyu snorted angrily, suddenly stood up and walked out, saying, "Huangfu Yuran! If you are so bold, then you can't let him go!"

Han Buyu's cold hum made Yu He's eyes flash, and Yu He also stood up and said faintly, "It's really hard to find a place to break the iron shoes! I was thinking about when to meet him, and I didn't want to call him by himself. I want to meet this strange-tempered little guy!" With that, he followed Han Buyu to the direction of the mountain gate.

After he hesitated for a moment at the gate of the mountain, the red light flashed in his eyes, jumped high with both hands and held the soul-sama knife in his hands, and his body rotated for a week to split the inorganic gate.

After a loud noise, a piece of smoke and dust dissipated, and Huangfu Yuran pointed diagonally to the ground with the tip of the knife in one hand and slowly walked into the inorganic door. The loud noise of the mountain gate has long attracted the attention of the patrol disciples. After a while, dozens of inorganic disciples rushed out to stop Huangfu Yuran.

One of the leading disciples pointed to Huangfu Yuran with a long sword and shouted, "Who are you?" Why did you destroy my mountain gate for no reason?

Huangfu Yuran raised his eyes and looked at the disciple with an idiot's eyes. It's not obvious that he came to find fault. What else is there to ask? Then Huangfu Yuran frowned. What he was most disgusted with was that others pointed their swords at him, which was a kind of contempt.

He hummed and scratched his body. He had already stood behind the disciple and said faintly, "If you don't know respect, I will give you a little punishment!"

The disciple didn't know what had happened from beginning to end. He only saw a red light flashing by and found that his head was getting farther and farther away from his body. A stream of blood soared out of the broken neck, like a sharp arrow rising to the sky and sprinkled a red flower on the ground after landing.

The sound of falling to the ground woke up the shocked disciples around them, and their faces were full of fear. No one saw Huangfu Yuran's figure, let alone whether anyone saw Huangfu Yuran's action.

After the disciple's head moved, Huangfu Yuran snorted slowly and walked inside. A group of inorganic disciples watched Huangfu Yuran walk in step by step, but they did not dare to go up to stop him. They looked at each other with fear. After all, when Huangfu Yuran killed that person, his body was too strange and his technique was too sinister. Which of the practitioners is not afraid of death? At this time, they all attach the most importance to their lives.

Huangfu Yuran looked at all the expressions of these people and glanced at the corners of his mouth. This was a deterrent, a kind of silent oppression. However, Huangfu Yuran's contemptuous smile attracted the anger of the disciples of the inorganic sect. Even if they cherish their lives, they are dignified. What's more, Huangfu Yuran is a person who despises the inorganic sect!

All the inorganic disciples snorted coldly and pulled out their long swords and rushed to Huangfu Yuran. At this moment, everyone forgot their fear and forgot that this was a murderous demon in front of them. In their hearts, there is only such an idea to kill Huangfu Yuran, because Huangfu Yuran has defiled the sacredness of the inorganic door in their minds!

Huangfu turned a blind eye to the hundreds of long swords around him and still walked forward slowly. Finally, at the moment when all the weapons were about to come to the body, Huangfu Yuran still couldn't completely ignore it and shook his body slightly. Huangfu Yuran's body was covered with black fog, and the long swords that stabbed Huangfu Yuran stopped like this.

It's not that the people who use swords are controlled, but that they can't touch the blade in their hands at all. There seems to be an invisible wall in front of you. No matter how hard you try, you can't save another point, but strangely, you can't withdraw the weapon.

This is not tension or resistance. The blade in your hand is like being imprisoned somewhere, and you can't advance or retreat. In this way, a group of disciples of inorganic sect pulled out their weapons vigorously, one by one with red faces and thick necks.

"Huh, a bunch of rubbish!" Huangfu Yuran snorted coldly, waved his left hand gently, and the black fog on his body dispersed. A fierce momentum shot out in all directions with Huangfu Yuran as the center, knocking out all the inorganic disciples around him.

For a while, the weapons flew randomly, but they all hit the ground, and the disciples of the inorganic sect also flew backwards, and the corners of their mouths were filled with blood. Depending on the situation, although the injury is not too serious and there will be no power to fight again for a while, Huangfu Yuran still disdains to kill them.

Now that no one stopped him, Huangfu Yuran continued to walk towards the tallest building in the inorganic door. The reason why he didn't choose to fly is that Huangfu Yuran doesn't want to fight with important people of the inorganic door so quickly. He wants to use this battle to make the inorganic door powerless to turn over.

The Inorganic Gate claims to be the second sect in the world of cultivation, and it can't be subverted by Huangfu Yuran alone. In less than a single incense, thousands of disciples of the infinite sect surged out of it. In just a moment, the inorganic door became an ocean of people, but the focus of everyone was obviously on Huangfu Yuran.

Huangfu Yuran was surrounded in the middle, and even the sky was full of inorganic disciples, as if he was afraid that Huangfu Yuran would escape from the sky. The obvious cultivation of the inorganic disciples in the sky was much higher than that below.

Huangfu Yuran's eyes bloomed with red light, and the remnant soul-slaughter knife in his hand vibrated fiercely, and a whine came from the body of the knife, as if it were howling from hell. The red light on the remnant soul-shattering knife was very light but wide, wrapping Huangfu Yuran's whole body.

Under this light red light package, Huangfu Yuran's eyes became more and more red. Huangfu Yuran's breathing became a little short, and his eyebrows frowned tightly. He shouted in a hoarse voice, "Those who block me will die!" A circle of splits appeared around his body, and he slowly walked forward around Huangfu Yuran in the middle.

More and more inorganic disciples gather, but no one dares to make any abnormal actions. Huangfu Yuran's current state can be said to be unheard of. But it's not a way to let Huangfu Yuran rampage like this. What's the face of the inorganic door?

No one disturbs himself, and Huangfu Yuran did not take the initiative to attack these little guys who surrounded him. His main goal is... To be honest, Huangfu Yuran doesn't know what his purpose is now. His mind is completely red, and some of them are just killing, but these people present make him unable to raise it at all. The desire to kill, because Huangfu saw fear and panic in their eyes.

Finally, someone couldn't help shouting: "What are you afraid he will do?" Those are all splits that don't hurt at all!" With that, he raised his sword and rushed to Huangfu Yuran. Sure enough, he hit one of the splits without any fear.

I have to say that his decision was wise and impulsive, but he chose the right direction by mistake. Originally, Huangfu Yuran was used by combining Jinghua Shuiyue and Phantom Lost. One of them must be an aggressive split, and the person who rushed up happened not to go to the split.

Through the split body without any suspense, his face bloomed with victory and said loudly, "Look! These are just split bodies, which are simply shadow-like existence. Brothers, kill this ignorant boy!"

Everyone saw that it was really as he said, and the weapons in their hands rushed up one by one. But what they didn't notice was that the split outside Huangfu Yuran had quietly changed its position.

Everyone had not rushed forward and had been stopped by a scream. They stared at the brothers who rushed in, but no one thought of rushing in to save people.

The face of the inorganic disciple who just rushed in has long been without the spirit of the heroic words, and the corners of his mouth were still bleeding. Looking down the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, he suddenly found that two knives penetrated his body.

The blood-red tip of the knife came out, and the blood drops on the tip of the knife were bright. In front of him was Huangfu Yuran holding a knife handle and looking at the poor inorganic disciple with an evil smile, and behind him was a split body inserting a blood-red knife into his heart in the same posture.

Huangfu Yuran's eyes flashed with a red light, smiled hoarsely, and the real yuan in his hand sprayed thinly and poured out into the soul-slaughter knife. A dazzling red light broke out from the blade, and the blood beads that were about to drip on the tip of the knife seemed to have been sucked back by something, mysteriously disappeared on the tip of the knife.

Then I saw the inorganic disciple's body trembling violently, and there was a white light flowing towards the knife body at the wound. The eyes gradually became godless and empty, as if the soul was about to leave the body.

Before he completely lost consciousness, Huangfu Yuran snorted coldly, his wrist shook and the knife body buzzed, and the man's body burst open. The pieces of flesh and blood flew away all over the sky, and the strong smell of blood permeated within a radius of more than ten feet.

Such a strong smell of blood stimulated Huangfu Yuran's bloodthirsty desire, stretched out his tongue and licked the remaining blood stains on the knife, and rushed out with a smile. At the same time, all the splits also flew out in all directions.

Huangfu Yuran's hand that had just revealed had shocked everyone. They began to be afraid and began to retreat. At this time, Huangfu Yuran rushed to kill, which deepened their inner fear and began to run away one by one.

Like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, a group of people are running, and Huangfu Yuran is chasing and killing. Every time you wave a knife, you must bring a three-foot blade, and an inorganic disciple must fall down.