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Chapter 150 Chapter 147: Shaking the Sky Castle

Only now did the drunkard realize that it was of no use for him to go forward and would only cause him trouble.

However, Xieyan took advantage of Ling Yun's wave of his hand to the drunk, raised his hand, and dozens of poisoned bone chasing soul nails shot towards Ling Yun violently.

The Bone Soul Chasing Nail is Xieyan's most powerful hidden weapon. Normally, the person who can force him to cast ten Bone Soul Chasing Nails at a time must be at least above the level of a master in martial arts.

Now, he has knocked out dozens of bone chasing soul nails all at once, which shows that he attaches great importance to Ling Yun.

Ling Yun stood with his hands behind his back, motionless, with a mocking look on his face.

The Xiantian Realm still wants to hurt him in vain?
How ridiculous!

Xieyan was secretly delighted, this kid didn't dodge!
This bone chasing soul nail is extremely poisonous, anyone who touches it will die.

However, Xieyan's smile quickly froze on his face.

Dozens of bone chasing soul nails that shot out hit Ling Yun's body, making a crisp sound, and all fell into the snow.

Xieyan was terrified!

How can this be?His white bone soul chasing nail is extremely sharp, and it has been shot through with all his strength for decades, even if he is wearing thick armor, he can easily shoot through it.

But even this kid's flesh and blood body couldn't shoot at all!

At this moment, Xieyan realized the frightening aspect of the young man in front of him.

"Let's go together and kill him!" Xieyan yelled.

The two death-defying fairies and the other [-] or [-] monsters all swung their swords and leaped away, countless swords, lights and swords shadowed Ling Yun.

"act recklessly!"

Ling Yun snorted coldly, and unsheathed the scimitar.

The light of the knife suddenly appeared all over the sky, and the sky and the earth seemed to be a little dim.

The air in a radius of tens of feet was suffocated, and the falling snowflakes actually solidified in midair.

The saber energy is vertical and horizontal, incomparable.

Xieyan's gaze no longer squinted at this moment, and his face was full of fear and disbelief.

The condensed saber energy surged towards him like a sea tide, and dozens of cracks appeared on his body
Bright red blood overflowed from the crack, and then the crack burst open, blood mist rose everywhere, and the evil eye turned into dozens of broken corpses scattered.

The body of the Second Immortal Boy of Suo Ming who was thrown towards him was immediately shuttled by countless fierce sword qi, and turned into several pieces of corpses with blood dripping down.

Na Senluo's saber energy is better than Death's scythe, no one can stop it, no one can live.

There were screams all around, and in the sky filled with sword light, stumps and broken bodies mixed with flesh and blood were scattered in the flying snow.

Suddenly, the sword light all over the sky disappeared into nothingness in an instant.

Only one survived the knife.

It was a thin man, trembling non-stop in the snow.

The drunk man stared blankly at the stumped limbs all over the ground in front of the mansion, his whole body was in shock.

"It really is vulnerable!"

The corner of Ling Yun's mouth curled slightly, and he glanced at the cyan scimitar in his hand, which seemed to be filled with satisfaction.

"Alright, use the blood of these evil people to sacrifice to you, and increase the murderous aura of the sword."

Putting the scimitar back into the black scabbard, Ling Yun walked towards the only man who survived.

"Do you know why you survived?" Ling Yun leaned over to look at him, with a cruel smile on his lips.

The man trembled all over, his face was full of horror, and he shook his head wildly.

At this moment, nothing broke his heart more than seeing this handsome face.

Even their demon king Xue Hubei is not one ten thousandth as terrifying as this young man.

He is simply a true demon from hell.

"I gave you a way out, I hope you can take good care of it yourself."

Ling Yun straightened his body and walked slowly with his hands behind his back in the snow field in front of him.

"Tell me, where did Xue Hubei take the red fox?" Ling Yun then added: "If you don't want to die ugly, you don't have to say it."

As for the whereabouts of the other three demons, he is not very interested in knowing. If he encounters them by accident, he will grab the grass and beat the rabbits, and get rid of them by the way.

The man's body was trembling, and the corner of his mouth trembled: "I heard from the blood wolf that the Demon King and Demon Immortal will lead people to attack Shaking Castle."

Skyshaker?
It is also one of the four great martial arts families.

"It seems that the four heavenly demons want to wipe out the four great martial arts families in the Western Region one by one, with the intention of unifying the entire Western Region." Ling Yun suddenly understood.

A system reward prompt suddenly appeared in front of him.

[You killed the two demons of Shura and the two fairy boys of Suoming, helped Lan Wushui regain Fuxi Town, and rewarded internal strength for 30 years. 】

30 years of internal energy, um, not bad, one cut down, 30 years of internal energy.

Now he decided to get rid of all the four demons of the Western Regions.

Since he met him, he must not sit idly by and let the four great heavenly demons slaughter the four great martial arts families.

He seemed to have guessed the identity of the drunk man now.

After thinking, he turned and walked towards the drunk man.

"Now, you should be able to tell me, who are you and what is your name?"

The drunk man woke up from the shock and looked at Ling Yun as if he was looking at a super god of salvation.

He had a miserable look on his face: "My name is Lan Wushui, and I am the son of Lan Yuanshan, the owner of Fuxi Town."

It really is Lan Yuanshan's son, no wonder he has such a crazy expression.

Ling Yun suddenly understood.

"The four great heavenly demons besieged Xizhen, how did you escape?"

Lan Wushui couldn't help but shed a line of tears, looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky, and said sadly: "Before the war, my father forced me to escape from the backyard, and asked me to keep the blood of the Lan family."

He trembled all over his body, appearing to be in extreme pain.

Indeed, nothing was more unbearable for him than escaping alone, regardless of the life and death of his family.

Even if his father forced him to leave.

Ling Yun can naturally feel the grief and suffering in Lan Wushui's heart.

He stepped forward and patted Lan Wushui's shoulder and said: "Your father's decision is correct, you escaped alive, that is the greatest filial piety to your father, live well, I hope you can revive the Xizhen family Heroic."

Lan Wushui nodded silently, then he suddenly knelt down in front of Ling Yun, kowtowing three times in the snow.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace!"

When Lan Wushui stood up, Ling Yun was no longer in sight.

Lan Wushui held a long sword and walked towards the shivering man in the snow.

"Forgive me! That hero said he wouldn't kill me."

Lan Wushui wiped the long sword in his hand to remove the blood stains on the man's body, and said coldly: "The hero said that he would not kill you, but I didn't say so."

Shaking Castle is about four or five hundred miles away from Fuxi Town.

The continuous buildings are looming among the low and bare mountains. They are not as majestic as a castle, nor as luxurious as a mansion, but they are more magnificent than a cottage.

There is a large practice ground on the mountain behind Shaking Castle, where hundreds of disciples are practicing sword skills with swords.

A tall old man with white beard and hair, wearing a red shirt and strong attire, stood on the bluestone platform at the highest point of the training ground. His eyes were bright and his eyes were restrained.

This old man with a physique as majestic as an iron tower is Huang Tianxing, the owner of Shaking Sky Castle, known as the Golden Saber Invincible Raptor.

(End of this chapter)