In order to eliminate the root cause and prevent future troubles, everyone in Tiandian Wandao Pavilion discussed and decided to kill these elves together.
Later... it was full of blood. Their hearts were haunted by the comrades and people who had been killed by the elves before, but unexpectedly, at this moment, they had also turned into the most disgusted indiscriminate killers.
Because there were no masters dormant among them, their battle—even a one-sided encirclement and annihilation—could end quickly. In the end, senior Jian Chengfeng couldn't bear it and gathered all the corpses into the mound, treating it as their tomb.
The wind was very strong that day. After many years, these memories should have been forgotten, but with Gui Xiao Changyuan's words, they gradually became vivid before his eyes.
Scenes of blood-stained weapons intersecting made Poinsettia feel dizzy.
...It turns out that his unwillingness and sadness are all due to the retribution he has made with his own hands?
Gui Xiao Changyuan looked at Poinsettia with such an expression with disdain, and the rare veins on his forehead showed slightly.
He felt his teeth grinding unconsciously, making a harsh "rustling" sound.
"There is no need for your current hypocrisy, because Jiuche Xiaoying will completely destroy this world." He slowly raised his palm, "Let the entire human race be buried with the elves that they destroyed with their own hands in the past."
There was a blood-colored fierce light in his eyes, and his pupils were stained with a dark and gloomy evil spirit: "And you will become the honored victim of this bloody path."
Suddenly the air pressure sank, and the bow of the ship "clicked" and made a shocking sound as if it was about to break.
The two men's bodies suddenly fell, and Poinsettia didn't even have the strength to dodge at this moment.
So that's it...then he really didn't blame others for his death.
But...the only thing he felt a little regretful about was his beloved disciple, Fu Yunge.
In such a short time, what he taught him was really limited. He failed to fulfill the responsibility of a master. He only hoped that the child could live well and in the future... be able to continue to shoulder the heavy burden of defending the Three Realms.
The black and red arrogance in front of his eyes was dazzling, and Gui Xiao Changyuan's palm moved involuntarily towards his head.
But he was extremely calm. Seeing this, he even closed his eyes slightly, as if he was just entering a deep sleep without any complaints.
Breathing out the momentum, in the next second, it will become the drumstick that announces the death of the hero's soul.
"Keep someone under your command!!"
There was a loud shout, and just as the poinsettia was about to die, it broke through the waves!
Suddenly, a cold wind sprang up, like a snowstorm in Jingping, rushing in from afar.
The small waves were not enough to stir, and a thin layer of ice instantly condensed. The long river suddenly froze rapidly from a distance, like a crystal blue ribbon passing by, carrying a vast chill, and the falling snow continued to dance.
At the same time, a long sword with a concise shape and filled with the spirit of ice stabbed down from high in the sky!
The sword body was surrounded by fairy aura, ice and snow flying in the air, and just when the evil palm of Ghost Roaring Changyuan was about to fall, the distance between the two was opened. The snow air landed with the long sword, sending out roaring waves to the surroundings. Gui Xiao Zhangyuan immediately closed his palms and took a few steps back.
The howling and biting cold blew open the clothes of the two people. Immediately the blood condensed, and an untimely snow smoke filled the air.
Poinsettia saw the magic weapon clearly, blood fell from the corner of her mouth, and murmured: "Yes, Purifying Hanfang..."
Gui Xiao Zhangyuan frowned slightly and arched his palms, as if suppressing his anger, waiting for this helper to appear.
"Snow and silver waves are sighing as they flow eastward, and the smoke and clouds are empty in front of Renbeizhou. A piece of clean clothes, the fragrance of coldness lasts for a thousand years, and the clearer the sky is, the more clear the sky is."
In Qingyue's poem, the lonely figure walking on the ice is like a swimming dragon covered in ice and snow, rushing to help in time.
Dressed in green clothes and blue robes, he looked like a visitor in the ice and snow. He jumped from behind Guixiao Changyuan, put one hand on the end of the sword, and landed steadily.
"Are you the devil who poisons all the people in the lower world? I would like to ask you some advice." The man raised his hand forward, but he firmly guarded Poinsettia, his purpose was extremely obvious.
There was a "crackling" sound from the river in the distance, which was the overlying thin ice gradually thawing.
Gui Xiao Changyuan felt the coercion radiating from his body, and the coldness seemed to remind him of the deep cold in the snow desert cave.
In the mud under the boat, Xiao Wuye saw this and immediately flew up. Not to be outdone, Yue Shenchen and the other two people jumped on and gathered around the poinsettia plum.
Poinsettia, on the other hand, looked at the back of the visitor with a bit of surprise. After a long time, he slowly spit out a mouthful of blood and said the name of the person who said it: "It's you... Yue Tianhan."
Yue Tianhan pulled out the cleansing Han Fang, and pointed the pale sword edge like flying frost across the field, pointing directly at the ghostly roaring abyss: "Devil, you have injured my old friend like this, and also killed so many people, this account, Yue Tianhan Write them down one by one.”
Gui Xiao Changyuan still had the same stern expression: "Really... ha." It was as if Yue Tianhan's warning was just a joke to him.
The cold wind blew against the side of the ship, and everyone felt a chill on their faces.
Looking at the dawning sky in the distance, Gui Xiangyuan gradually lost interest. Tonight, he faced the life and death battle between two people alone. Although he was not exhausted, he rarely felt a little tired.
"Take my move, and if you can survive, you will be qualified to talk nonsense." He spoke coldly, staring directly at Yue Tianhan.
Poinsettia's face froze, and she whispered to Yue Tianhan: "No..."
But Yue Tianhan shook his head and agreed directly: "Why not? If I can't even take one of your moves, then I might as well commit suicide on the spot."
Gui Xiao Changyuan was indeed tired. But after hearing what he said, I suddenly felt a little more energetic.
"Very good." His tone suddenly became low, and after a slight delay, a faint evil aura reappeared in his palms. "Then, let's keep an eye on it."
Yue Tianhan suddenly felt a powerful pressure sweeping over him, and was equally surprised. But there was no turning back from this point, his face tightened, his sword danced half of his body, and the cold wind spread through his body.
"Shaking the spirit, uncovering the coffin finger."
With a low groan, a sharp jet of dark air flew straight down Gui Xiao Changyuan's fingertips.
It seemed like a small move, but it caused waves of horror in the air. The spatial distortion visible to the naked eye is like ripples on the water surface, swaying into the distance the moment one finger moves!
"Bing Xin Jade Seal, knot!"
At the critical moment, Yue Tianhan immediately held his sword and drew his luck. The coldest air flow from his body came out and gathered in front of him, forming an indestructible mirror of ice.
At the same time, the movement of the coffin-unveiling finger was affected by the cold, and it also slowed down in mid-air. The black flames rushed into the ice wall, and everyone could observe that the indestructible air flow broke through the layers of ice and was still heading towards Yue Tianhan.
"It's broken!" Kowulf exclaimed behind him in surprise.
Yue Tianhan took a step back in surprise. But he had no choice but to give it a try.
