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Article 277 Wake up

Jian Ao's body was like a whirlwind as he spun around. His speed was so fast that even a master swordsman would not be able to dodge, let alone a master swordsman.

In an instant, Jian Ao's body entered the ranks of over a hundred master swordsmen. The Demonic Cool Breeze Sword in his hand moved in an instant. Sword light and shadows of sword shadows swept out. More than a dozen people were cut in half at the waist.

"Sizzle sizzle!"

The sound of the sword piercing into one's body continuously rang out like a wave of music. When it landed in Jian Ao's ears, it was incomparably pleasing to the ear. However, when it landed in the ears of others, it caused their ears to go numb. What kind of sound was this? It was like the sound of a butcher slaughtering a pig. It was the sound of sharp objects entering and cutting through one's skin and flesh.

Looking at the broken limbs that were constantly refracted, Lang Xie was speechless and shocked. The opponent had killed him without hesitation. There was no room for discussion. This decisiveness in killing was something that even his master couldn't match up to. This bloody method had even surpassed his master's!

A tiger father does not have a dog son. A fierce master does not have a kind disciple!

Lang Xie was even more serious when it came to Jian Ao.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Jian Ao seemed to be tireless. He had raised the Demonic Cool Breeze Sword in his hand countless times. If it was anyone else, they would probably be exhausted. They were powerless to fight, but when it came to Jian Ao, who was a dual practitioner of both sword and martial arts, there was nothing wrong with him. It was as easy as eating and drinking.

In the blink of an eye. . . * Hong Long. . . . . . * Another fifty people had died under his sword! With Jian Ao as the center, there were corpses lying all around. It was a terrifying scene.

Over a hundred corpses were captured on the ground. Blood gathered into a river and flowed for thousands of miles. Jian Ao was like the arrival of the god of death, harvesting their lives.

"Devil! You devil!"

"Devil, you will die a horrible death! You will die a horrible death! "

"Haha! So what if you kill us! We are just the lowest level warriors in the Imperial Residence. Above us are master swordsmen, Sword General, and even Sword Lord. They will avenge us! They will definitely avenge us! "

" You won't live long! Haha! We will wait for you below, then bite you into pieces to vent the hatred in our hearts!"

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All kinds of sneers and curses were heard by the blood demon Jian Ao.

“！”

Jian Ao became impatient when he heard this. He instinctively stabbed out with his Cool Breeze Sword. Immediately, those who spoke were all killed with a single sword strike!

"Haha! You won't live for long!" The swordsmen were not frightened by Jian Ao's ferocity. Instead, they sneered even more.

"You are courting death!"

Jian Ao's face became serious, and the killing intent in his heart became even stronger.

He flicked his fingers, and three lotus flowers appeared in the air. The flower petals were connected together. It was beautiful and beautiful. When some female swordsmen saw it, they could not help but feel tender for it.

It was a finger technique, the Flower Picking Finger!

The three lotus flowers were condensed and showed the shape of a grade. One on top and two on top, they spun out. Those swordsmen who did not manage to dodge in time were cut to death by the lotus flowers.

Although the lotus flowers were beautiful, the petals were like swords, taking people's lives.

Jian Ao continued his slaughter. Over a hundred swordsmen were like sheep waiting to be slaughtered. They could not resist at all and could only wait for death.

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"Bastard!"

All of a sudden, an angry voice was heard from the Inner Palace. Then, a vast palm energy descended from the sky and slapped towards Jian Ao's chest.

"En?"

Jian Ao's face darkened. The Cool Breeze Sword in his hand moved once again. A scorching sun was condensed on the tip of his sword, like the sun in the sky. The difference was that this scorching sun was blood-red in color, and it contained a terrifying blood Qi. It was like the temperature was spreading out.

"Bang!"

The sword stabbed out, and the blood-red sun fell like a meteor. The huge impact instantly descended, causing the already tattered ground to once again crack open.

Great Sun Spirit Essence! The difference was that the sun was not condensed by the Great Sun Burning True Qi, but by condensing killing true qi. However, its power was stronger than the Great Sun Burning True Qi. After all, condensing killing true qi had the effect of increasing the sharpness of the sword. This was also why Jian Ao could kill the nine swordsmen.

"How dare an ant fight me!" The owner of the palm sneered. The palm did not stop. It suddenly struck out.

"Boom!"

This blood-red sun could already threaten a Great Sword Master Peak, but it seemed powerless in the face of this palm. It was in a deadlock for a while before it was shattered. Countless blood Qi suddenly disappeared. It was evaporated by the pressure of the air!

"Die!"

The owner of the palm print let out a cold snort. The speed of the palm print suddenly increased, and it pressed down on Jian Ao's chest in an instant.

"Puff!"

Jian Ao's face darkened. The surging blood was dispersed by the palm strike and returned to its calm state. Jian Ao's body was sent flying and fell into a wall on the ground. The force of the palm didn't decrease at all. Jian Ao was knocked back again and again. He crashed into countless walls and finally fell to the ground.

"Jian Ao!" Lang Xie's face darkened. He flipped the sword in his hand and pushed back the four swordsmen who came to meet him. He chased after Jian Ao.

Mafoo Sword General also forced back all the master swordsmen with one palm. He looked at the old man who appeared at the door angrily. It was Lang Qi.

The man who attacked just now was Lang Qi. That palm was too fast and too sudden. Even he did not react in time.

He knew how terrifying a Sword General warrior was. Killing a master swordsman was only a matter of flipping his palm, let alone a master swordsman. In his opinion, Jian Ao would have no chance of survival after enduring the palm strike.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, he chased after Jian Ao.

"Mistress!" Mafoo Sword General called out to Lang Xie.

Lang Xie stared intently at the bottom of the ruins and did not reply.

"Humph! It would be strange if a swordsman did not die after being hit by my palm!" Lang Qi laughed wildly.

"Hmm?" Lang Xie's facial expression changed, and an evil aura rushed forth.

Lang Qi looked at him and remained silent. Was there a need for a swordsman to be like this? Seriously, if you want a swordsman, there are so many people here. You can choose whichever one you want.

"Master, Lang Qi is right. The strength of a Sword General is very terrifying. With the strength of a palm, not to mention a swordsman, even a master swordsman, or even someone who is also a Sword General, would not dare to take it head on!" At this moment, Mafoo Sword General also spoke.

"Hmm?" This caused Lang Xie to frown even more. He shook his head and said: "No, I don't believe he will die like this!"

"Sigh!" He sighed. He did not understand. He was just a swordsman. Why did he have to let his master die like this?

After a long time. . .

"Cough, cough!" Jian Ao's voice came from the ruins, "Is that so?"

Jian Ao slowly climbed out. At this time, Jian Ao had returned to his normal state. The bulging veins, the blood red skin, and the devilish Cool Breeze Sword had returned to normal!

The difference was that his hair was even more scattered than before. On his chest, a palm print was revealed. It was left by Lang Qi's palm. A large amount of blood spurted out from his body. Strangely, the blood did not drip down. Instead, it flowed in and out automatically, forming a cycle.

The current Jian Ao had returned to normal. He woke up.