The battle was fierce. The elusive black shadow of the sword and the elusive murderous intent made everyone on the top of Xuefeng City exhausted to deal with it!
The chaotic and noisy collision of gold and iron was soon mixed with pitiful cries of pain and frightened shouts... Dark red blood spattered messily on the city wall and flowed down the stone wall.
The sword master He Jie Si fell into a coma. His left arm was cut off by a knife and he fainted from the pain. Before he fainted with a broken arm, He Jiesi had witnessed seven or eight swordsmen being killed by figures shrouded in black mist!
Two or three sword masters were seriously injured and bloody! Even Pang Yun and He Daoshen, two masters of swordsmanship, were already in dire straits, struggling to resist, and hovering on the edge of defeat... Therefore, when the arm was chopped off, the consciousness quickly fell into chaos and confusion, He Jiesi felt that he was dead this time!
My heart can't help but feel sad. This is a true defeat! He couldn't help but guess that the tragic scene he just witnessed should be the last scene he saw in his life.
Then he fell into a coma with endless reluctance and endless pain... However, I don't know how long it took.
A strong, disgusting smell of blood pulled He Jiesi's consciousness back from the darkness.
Immediately afterwards, a heartbreaking pain came from the broken arm! He grimaced in pain. I couldn't help but groan.
Waking up now feels more like a punishment. Lying in the blood, his vision was obscured by the blood.
But soon, he felt a touch of coolness falling down on his face. It seems to be raining...
"Am I still alive?..." His consciousness was gradually awakened by this mat, the blood in the gaps in his eyes was washed away, and his vision gradually became clearer.
It was probably the rain that woke him up. Hejie Temple is indeed still alive! He lay down on the bloody ground to calm down, then got up and hurriedly opened his eyes to look.
But in the rain curtain, there was blood all over the ground! There were many corpses lying everywhere. Most of the corpses were mutilated... limbs, legs, heads, hands... scattered everywhere.
But despite this, He Jie Si could still recognize the identities of those corpses at a glance... They were all from their Sword Immortal Kingdom!
How tragic! Not long ago, they were a group of living people, but now they have all turned into mutilated corpses.
Seeing this, Hejiesi immediately felt a kind of sadness and fear like falling into hell.
"Am I lucky to have survived?...Did Yan Huanren leave?..." With these questions, he quickly raised his head and looked up at the sky where rain was falling.
However, this sight didn't matter. When He Jiesi saw the scene in the sky clearly, his expression immediately changed!
The dark clouds are still there! The group of ghostly guys riding foggy horses were standing quietly in the dark clouds, staring down at him.
And the leader is none other than Yan Huanren! From beginning to end, Yan Huanren didn't seem to move. Except for the initial slashing of a huge knife shadow, which was used to suppress Pang Yun and others' attacks and control the situation, he seemed to have never taken action again!
Everything was easily taken care of by the group of strange soldiers and horses behind him! At this moment, the two parties, one in the sky and one on the ground, looked at each other through a layer of rain.
The atmosphere seemed to freeze instantly. He Jiesi was stunned to death. Facing the enemies all over the sky, he didn't dare to move.
By this time, the situation was over, and he had already lost the qualification to resist. Not moving was the best response.
Although he had been frightened out of his courage and lost his fighting spirit, He Jiesi was not frightened. Seeing this situation, I immediately understood.
It seems that he did not survive by luck... but was intentionally left with half his life! Usually, the purpose of sparing one person from the hostile force is to make that person a mouthpiece for conveying oral messages.
He Jiesi instantly felt that he was lucky. I'm lucky enough to be this
"Tongue", was not killed. Not being one of the dead bodies everywhere... is enough to save one's life.
really! When he saw He Jie Si waking up, Yan Huanren in the sky uttered rumble words:
"You go back and tell Xu Shanru that he will come to see me in person within three hours! Otherwise, I will kill these two sword masters." Yan Huanren did want to keep this person back to report the news. of.
A crippled swordsman, what's the harm in leaving him to live an ignoble existence? At this moment, He Jiesi covered his broken arm and stood up staggeringly from the rain.
He was still looking up at the sky cautiously, guarding against those mysterious and mysterious soldiers flying down and slashing him... Water flowed down his cheeks, making his face look miserable.
After calming down, he remembered to carefully appreciate the meaning of Yan Huanren's words just now. Someone who is a master of swordsmanship?
...Aren't they Pang Yun and He Daoshen? Are they still alive? His eyes hurriedly searched for the figures of the two sword masters in the dark clouds in the sky.
Sure enough, he soon saw those strange soldiers guarding the fog horses, binding unconscious figures with fog.
Take a look. But I saw that besides Pang Yun and He Daoshen, there were also Qi Fei and other demon slayers inside!
It turned out that Yan Huanren not only did not kill the two sword masters, nor the demon-slayers, but captured them.
Those who unfortunately died in the end were all sword masters and swordsmen... He Jiesi felt a bitterness in his heart.
Thought to myself:
"It seems that as one's cultivation level increases, the value of one's life also increases..." At least it's not that easy to be killed.
It's just that he suddenly didn't understand. It was enough to keep Pang Yun and He Daoshen alive. Naturally, they were used as some kind of bargaining chip.
But what value can Qi Fei and the other demon-slayers have? I don't know what the purpose of Yan Huanren's capture of these rebels was, but he didn't kill any of them... This couldn't help but make He Jiesi feel bitter and a little unbalanced.
If it weren't for Qi Fei's initiative to recruit the Sword Immortal Kingdom to participate in his failed rebellion plan, those sword masters and sword master brothers wouldn't have to die miserably in this foreign country!
But at this time, the culprit and instigator who caused them to suffer such tragic losses was not killed on the spot.
On the contrary, he is living well and unscathed... What a farce of failure! He Jiesi gritted his teeth unwillingly, then moved his eyes to Yan Huanren and paused for a moment.
Then, enduring the pain on his body and the damage to his internal organs, he leaped down the city and escaped in the rain.
There are not many chances to survive, so don’t waste it! Amidst the dark clouds and mist that filled the sky, Yan Huanren stood on a horse of black mist.
He looked cold. No emotion showed on his face. A pair of eyes radiating purple light looked at He Jiesi from afar as he ran away quickly.
It was raining heavily in the sky, portraying this place like a solemn ink painting... Although it was almost noon, Xuefeng City below still seemed to be in the middle of the night.
The sky is dark, the clouds are overcast, and the rain is heavy! This curtain of clouds and rain, filled with the smell of endless blood, is quietly swaying over Xuefeng City... This rain has no intention of washing away the traces of killing.
It's more like adding to the fun of killing...
