Tie Kaicheng came over. He knew that he could save people at will, but he didn't speak.
Seeing Yan Shisan slowly closing his eyes, seeing his face full of happiness and peace, he knew that the best destination for his master was death.
Things in the world are so wonderful, the living are in pain, but the dead are happy.
Tie Kaicheng had already hugged Yan Shisan's body, and the other two people also came over.
Crow looked at his paler face and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Ranyi said calmly: "Kill them all."
Murong Qiudi said softly: "You can leave first."
There were "rustling" footsteps, and countless figures appeared in the maple forest.
Ran Ran glanced at them and said with a slight smile: "How much effort did it take to kill them, and how much time was wasted?"
All kinds of gorgeously dressed people, all kinds of cold-shining weapons, and thousands of righteous people surround this area with three floors inside and three floors outside. It can be called a copper wall and an iron wall, which is impenetrable.
Someone took a few steps forward and said loudly: "Devil, today you..."
The figure faded, and the sword flashed!
The light of the sword frightened everyone's soul away, and accompanied by a beautiful sound of the piano, after seeing the disappeared person again, the sword had pierced the throat of the person who had spoken, and the person stood in front of this person.
The sword was pulled out, blood beads splashed everywhere, and blood mist sprayed out. He said softly: "None of you should have come."
Everyone was horrified, but when they saw his pale face and saw his bright red clothes...
"Now that things have come to this, you still want to be cruel?"
"Yes, today is yours..."
Murderous aura filled the air, sweeping through everyone's body and mind. Yiran didn't want to talk nonsense with them at all, so he started swinging his sword again.
A flash of sword light was like a sudden glimpse of a giant, intertwined with sharp sword marks and flying heads.
Under the cold light, almost everyone froze. No one could have imagined that Tianjun could have such terrifying power with his seriously injured body. Many people looked at him in horror, and then the cold light accompanied the music of the piano, and patches of blood suddenly appeared.
The sound of killing suddenly started, and the heroes swarmed forward!
His sword comes only quickly, accurately, cruelly and profitably, and leaves cleanly and neatly. This is a truly murderous sword. His sword is not only simple, but he also grasps the timing and controls the power without leaking. One point, no more than one centimeter, no less than one centimeter.
This man has already brought his killing skills to the extreme.
In less than two breaths, more than forty people were killed by the sword. No one was not surprised, and no one was not afraid. Unfortunately, when they saw the sick and weak man, inexplicable courage and courage rushed into their hearts.
The more people, the greater the momentum, the more people, the stronger the power. This is a truth in the world, but in the arena and in the martial arts, some people tend to break this truth.
It was obvious that his wound was still bleeding, his face was obviously so pale, his breath was obviously so weak, and he obviously looked so fragile.
But such a person will not fall, and no one can make him fall.
The sword cuts through the wall of people, the sword cuts through the sea of people. When you see the beautiful sword light, when you see the peerless swordsmanship, what comes is the most ruthless sword edge!
Under this ruthless sword, there is no way out, no way to dodge, and no way to parry. They can only die.
People in the rivers and lakes cannot avoid fighting. There are many dead people in the rivers and lakes, and there is blood everywhere in the rivers and lakes.
But when it comes to killing people, seeing blood, and seeing such murderous sword skills, this is the first time for everyone. This is no longer done in one stroke. He kills people as easily as blowing away dust.
It's so easy to make people doubtful. Is human life more important? Which one is more important?
The sound of the sword was melodious and sweet, and the lingering sound was like composing music. The sword light was bright and brilliant, and the cold light was bright, as if it was drawing a picture. Who can hear such music and see such pictures?
No one has seen such a person, and no one has seen such methods.
The sunset has faded, the fallen leaves have dispersed, and the night is already very deep, very deep.
All the blood was drained, everyone fell down, and the blood soaked into the soil. The sword painted the most terrifying scene in the world, creating a ghostly silence as dead as death.
A violent cough let the three living people know that he was still alive, incredibly alive. During the long night, the most legendary blood sword in the world was put into its scabbard.
Under the moonlight, a pale figure slowly walked towards the darkness and gradually disappeared from their field of vision.
When the first ray of sunshine from the east slanted down from the sky, only large pieces of corpses were exposed in the maple forest; the man was dead and his blood had dried, so where did he go?
Tianjun left, leaving behind a tragic and terrifying story, full of evil and mysterious fears, and also left behind endless magical legends.
This story sounds and looks so absurd and ridiculous, but it is absolutely true and absolutely exists. Absolutely no one can deny it.
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Feng Siniang was furious and angry. She poked Ran Zhan's forehead with her slender jade fingers and cursed loudly. She seemed to want to kick this bastard to death right now.
Use that slender one to kick the big thief "Man Tianyun" to death.
"Si Niang, stop talking about him."
Shen Bijun was in tears and bandaging his wounds.
"You don't care if he dies. If he wants to die, he should die outside and don't come back."
Even though she said so, she stopped her jade fingers and never really stretched out her feet.
Feeling her warm and soft palm caressing his chest, Yi Ran couldn't help but feel a surge in his heart. He grabbed the soft palm and blurted out: "Bijun will sleep with me tonight."
Shen Bijun's cheeks were flushed, and his appearance was delicate and charming. His expression was only a little angry, but a little shy.
Before he could answer, Siniang slapped his hand away and said loudly: "Don't even think about stepping into the door."
Lying lazily on the chair, your body and mind are immersed in this wonderful time. Although he had already felt that time in this world was different from that in the outside world, he did not expect that the difference was so big.
In the past seven years, there have only been seven days here.
"It's really a day in heaven and a year on earth. I don't know who the great god created this magical place... Bijun, do you have anything to eat? There is no taste in your mouth and nothing in your heart, otherwise I will..."
Before she finished speaking, she stood up and ran away as if she was frightened.
When Feng Siniang saw Shen Bijun leaving, she slapped her on the shoulder and asked, "What on earth did you do outside?"
Randomly said lazily: "I cured the disease, but now I am weak."
Feng Siniang stared at him with her eyes fixed on her face and asked: "Then what's the matter with your injury? Who can hurt you with your martial arts skills?"
Anyan sighed: "There will always be a few capable people."
"Then what do you mean by one day in heaven and one year on earth?"
He closed his mouth arbitrarily and said nothing.
Feng Siniang said coldly: "Next time you go out, take Bijun and me with you."
He opened his eyes at will, looked at her and said, "If I refuse..."
Feng Siniang sneered and said, "You can give it a try."
He didn't need to be bandaged, and the wound had healed long ago. Now he stood up, spread out his body skills, and disappeared in a flash.
The stone platform in the temple would rise up at any time. Taking advantage of this free time, he wanted to explore this wonderful world. Apart from strange flowers and fruits, what other magical things were there?
