The light of the knife was as cold as snow, and the blood was splashed like ink.
Like a killing machine that is tireless, ignorant of human kindness, and unaware of the decay and misery of this world, it walks through the crowd. No matter whether they are strong or weak, they cannot avoid being killed by Meng Xinghe.
"Stop! Stop it quickly! Let's admit defeat! Give up!" The river of blood and the ever-splendid sword light took turns torturing people's nerves.
Finally, someone couldn't bear the pressure and howled in embarrassment.
They came with hatred and righteousness. But driven by the instinct of survival, any hatred, no matter how high-sounding righteousness, becomes a joke.
Meng Xinghe turned a deaf ear to these pleas for mercy. He still wielded his knife freely. Each knife would take away a certain part of a person's body, or a large piece of flesh and blood. His whole body exuded a terrifying edge. He was cruel, cold, ruthless, and cold. Like a machine.
"Stop! Stop!" Another person who lost his fighting spirit watched helplessly as his arms left his body. The terrifying sword energy was still eating away at more parts of his body, right under his nose. , it collapsed inch by inch and turned into pieces. He was completely on the verge of collapse.
Sometimes, killing or being killed is not the scariest or scariest thing.
In the face of powerful enemies, many people have the courage to risk their lives. But when all efforts and all resistance and struggle are in vain, courage will quickly disappear, and then be magnified tenfold into fear.
Meng Xinghe was dressed in snow-white, without a drop of blood on his body, but the knife in his hand shone with a strange red light.
His pace was not fast, even among the mountains of corpses and the sea of people, it was like taking a leisurely stroll.
And every time he took a step forward, those who originally came to surround and kill him took a step back unconsciously.
It's not that no one wants to escape, but those who choose to turn around and escape will have their body-protecting spiritual light broken faster by the light of the sword, and then strangled to pieces in the light of the sword.
"He is not a human! He is not a human! He is a god, a demon, an immortal, a killer star in the world, a monster blocking the way... He is everything, but he is definitely not a human. Come on! Come on! Kill him... ··Kill him!" Many people roared angrily in the crowd.
The ultimate form of fear is unreasonable anger. It's just that this kind of quality of anger is nothing more than a snack to Lin Xi now.
The clouds in Yunzhou are exceptionally numerous and white.
At this time, the entire Yunzhou sky and the floating clouds seemed to have been dyed a dazzling blood color.
Under the thin light, the hazy blood clouds reflected blood-like brilliance, stretching and romantically covering the vast and lonely land.
The smell of blood and stench were intertwined, and even the wind blowing from the Gullah grassland could not completely blow away these disgusting smells.
"Stop! You have already won, and they have paid the price, so don't continue... You have to be merciful and merciful. Do you really want to kill everyone here?" Bai's old Taoist priest, riding a white crane, galloped over from a distance. He looked at the devastation around him and his voice was filled with incomparable pain.
Meng Xinghe did not stop, the wanton sword light whipped the already overwhelmed earth, cutting the ground and tearing everything to pieces.
Although Lin Xi had already calculated a lot.
He wants to become famous all over the world within the rules, overshadow an era, and become the Immortal Emperor.
But there are always people who don't follow the rules.
Such a large number of practitioners gathered together and tried to use ant tactics to surround and kill him.
Therefore, under the control of Lin Xi, Meng Xinghe must be ruthless, vicious and ruthless. Otherwise, it will not be enough to make those who do not obey the rules feel pain and fear.
kill!
This is not Lin Xi’s purpose.
But his determination to kill must not be ignored.
"Okay! Taoist Hantian, are you ready...to take my sword?" Meng Xinghe pointed his knife at the old Taoist. He knew that the person behind this incident was the old Taoist in front of him.
He was speaking nicely at the moment, and he was criticizing from a moral high ground.
But for the recent tragedy, this old Taoist priest may be more responsible than Meng Xinghe.
Meng Xinghe, who was under the control of Lin Xi, did not want to argue. For him, a guy who was destined to perish, and whose name and body were destined to disappear in the flow of time, was not worth his waste of words. Those pointless arguments.
The expression on the old Taoist priest's face froze.
He didn't expect that the young man in front of him would directly challenge him without any explanation or quibble.
But looking at the hellish scene in front of him, does he dare to fight?
He doesn't dare!
He was scared to death!
The older one gets, the less courageous he becomes. Taoist Han Tian, who has lived for more than a thousand years, has not lived enough at all. He wants to live longer... longer at all costs.
"Junior! You have already gained such a great reputation, why are you still pestering me like this?"
"I don't rely on my muscles and bones. If I were a few hundred years younger, I would be interested in competing with you. Now... let Shuzi become famous, what's the harm?" His heart softened, but his mouth was still hard. Taoist Han Tian quickly Then I realized what it means to commit suicide to the extreme.
Still no nonsense, Meng Xinghe's knife followed a magical trajectory and struck at Taoist Han Tian like a miraculous craftsmanship.
No sword skills or moves exist here in Meng Xinghe.
Unlike swords, knives require so many additional values and meanings that are not originally part of the weapon.
The knife exists for only one purpose...and that is...to kill!
The intention of the knife is the intention of killing!
The blade is raised to have the determination and ruthlessness to massacre the world.
The knife was obviously not so fast that the trajectory could not be seen, but it gave people an irresistible feeling. It's like his own body actively collides with the tip of the knife.
Taoist Han Tian was horrified by his own thoughts, but he had to raise his magic weapon and reluctantly face the past.
Cold snowflakes bloomed in layers around him.
This is a very good magic weapon.
When the wind blows, the northern country reaches this point thousands of miles away, and frost flies thousands of miles away in an instant.
But...it's so fancy!
It's useless.
With one strike of the sword, the Northern Kingdom collapsed, the ice and snow melted, and all the frost and cold were lost in the light of the sword that overshadowed an era.
No one knows what Taoist Hantian's last thought was.
Because his body and soul were all melted away by this sword, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, leaving no trace.
As for Meng Xinghe, he had a strange feeling again.
At this moment, he felt an indescribable throbbing.
It was as if there was something that would transcend the constraints of time and space, transcend years and destruction, land on him, and become one with him, completely unified.
At this moment, he seemed to see a majestic figure standing under a huge and vast Chaos Divine Tree. Every leaf of the Divine Tree was a dazzling and brilliant world.
And this figure holds the roots of the sacred tree and absorbs its origin.
