"So what if I bully you? What can you do to me?"

Tang Yun stared at him, showing a hint of disdain: "Isn't there an old saying for those of you who take advantage of others? Sooner or later, you will have to pay it back if you mess around? Why are you afraid now?"

Before he could speak, Tang Yun put his hand on the hilt of his sword and chuckled, "Well, if you can take my sword, I will consider letting you live."

"Okay, it's a deal, I hope you won't break your promise." Master Tong grabbed this life-saving straw like a gambler, growled lowly, and held the spear tightly in his hand.

Rumble!!!

The sword's light was like a dragon, it opened its teeth and claws, tearing the air and rushing into the sky, then went straight into the Tong family's mansion. The huge mansion was instantly reduced to ruins, but the true energy was so fierce that no one was killed. They were all seriously injured and dying.

"It seems you can't stop me." Tang Yun shrugged, turned and left.

Mr. Tong's limbs were shattered and he lay on the ground like a dead fish. The blood all over his body formed small puddles, exuding a faint smell of blood. He tried his best to keep his eyes wide open and glared at Tang Yun who was walking away. His mouth opened and closed tremblingly, but he couldn't even half a moment.

I can't even utter a word.

The gap is too big.

The total amount of Qi between Eighth Grade and Seventh Grade is several times different, not to mention that Tang Yun is not an ordinary Seventh Grade. It is no exaggeration to say that he just used one-thirtieth of his strength.

"You must have taken the bait, right?"

Tang Yun's peripheral vision vaguely glanced at the melon-eating crowd, and his mind changed quickly. After cleaning up the Tong family and leaving some people to deal with the finishing touches, he led the people like a tiger out of the cage, rushing to the next target without stopping.

"He's going to take action." Fozi's pupils shrank, and he quickly withdrew from the crowd and left quietly.

Boom~

The sound of horse hoofbeats was mixed with the muffled thunder, and dark clouds could be seen gathering above Tang Yun and others' heads, spreading forward as they moved forward. Wherever they passed, the clouds covered the sun, the light was blocked, and the surrounding area suddenly darkened.

At the entrance of the private martial arts academy established by the Wang family, countless people couldn't help but raise their heads and stare at the dark clouds spreading toward the sky. Their pupils shrank and they didn't dare to breathe. They only felt a terrible sense of oppression sinking in their hearts.

Dong, Dong Dong~

There was silence all around, you could hear a needle drop, and you could even hear the sound of your own heartbeat.

It was just like the scene where Tang Yun and Fozi met, no, it was much more terrifying than that time.

Because this time it was not Tang Yun alone, but the elite of Zhenwu Pavilion in Xianghuo County. Each of these people were executioners with blood on their hands, and most of them were the resentful souls of the martial arts world in Xianghuo.

Evil spirits surged into the sky, and blood filled the air.

"Did I see it wrong?" A girl couldn't help but swallowed her saliva, raised her eyes to look at the clouds in the sky, and murmured: "The sky seems to be blood-colored."

A young man who looked like a Confucian scholar clutched a scroll of bamboo slips tightly in his hand, and his voice had an obvious tremor: "Blood is like the sea, bones build the city, resentful souls seek mercy, and evil spirits follow..."

His pupils were extremely constricted, and his voice became hoarse and harsh: "This is a vision... All those who are burdened with heavy burdens, all the most proud people, all those who are rebellious, all of them are following the vision. Could it be that Tang Yun, he

Not just seventh-grade strength? But sixth-grade strength?"

Just like the song of the twelfth level of martial arts, first strengthen the body, then nourish the energy, then refine the soul, and finally gather the spirit...

Those who can display visions can only do it if they are at level six or above and have reached the soul-nurturing realm. The visions are not the world as they see it.

Rather, after sensing the other person's aura, he is frightened and affects his five senses and even his consciousness, thus creating something similar to an illusion.

In fact, those clouds are just dark clouds, indeed dark clouds.

It's not a sea of ​​blood, let alone a boneless city.

To say it doesn't exist at all is not entirely true.

Visions can really affect the enemy's consciousness and five senses under the owner's thoughts. It is not surprising that if a person with a weak state of mind goes crazy under such pressure, or even dies suddenly... It's like a person encountering a ghost and being frightened to death.
Chapter completed!