Droplets of blood fluttered, lingering on Xu Moran's fingertips, leaving his fingers at any time and piercing someone's heart.

Xu Moran glanced at Yuan Ming pitifully, "It's only your own bad life that you were chosen to be sent here at this time." ”

As soon as the sword fell, it was about to pierce into Yuan Ming's heart, and a black shadow slashed through, pulling Yuan Ming out of the attack range of the blood sword.

"What are you doing?" Xu Moran looked at Xuan Xuan, who was still walking forward, and the unconscious Yuan Ming hung on the giant sickle behind him.

Xuan Xuan rarely paused and replied to him: "This person can't die now." ”

"When is it time to become mud, since you are so disobedient, let's go down together to accompany him. The blood sword in Xu Moran's hand danced wildly, turning into a blood snake and galloping towards Xuanxuan.

"Your Excellency has mercy. A drop of ink fell on the body of the blood snake and smeared, and in the blink of an eye, it became a large net that wrapped the blood snake and could not move forward a single bit.

Xianya hurriedly put away the desk, knelt down in front of Xu Moran and pleaded.

"She is young and ignorant, can she act so recklessly?" Xu Moran said angrily.

"No, it's because I didn't teach my little sister well, and I must discipline myself more when I go back this time. Xianya said with her head bowed.

Xu Moran gently raised her elegant chin, this woman will always be like this, she has a noble face, but she is doing lowly things for these four younger sisters.

"Okay, just remember to kill him, and I don't want to ask too much about other things. Xu Moran gently patted Yaya's face twice.

"Thank you, sir. Her face was so calm that she couldn't tell what she was thinking.

Xuan Xuan carried Yuan Ming on his back and walked to the hut where Yuan Ming lived before, and looked down from a distance, there were not many people from Yunshan below, and there were only a few people in the sea of fog.

When Gu Yunfeng and his junior brother came together, the battle was already at the end, and most of them were just cleaning up the mess.

The two of them were sad, obviously they had already accelerated over, and they had worked very hard to kill them, why was it still such a result.

For a while, the blood stains had not dried up, and the two looked around a little blankly.

"In that direction. Gu Yunfeng sensed a subtle connection.

If the coffin owner is not dead, there is still hope for everything!

When I got to the front, I saw a woman with a black scythe leaning against the door, quietly looking at Yuan Ming.

Before they reached their side, the giant scythe was already on the necks of the two of them, and the whole body was cold.

"Don't get me wrong, girl, we're just here to see the coffin owner. Feeling the threat of death from above, the two hurriedly waved their hands and bowed their heads.

Just kidding, with such might, I'm afraid that with just a scythe, the two of them will be like those people lying on the ground.

Above the clouds, the man who shoots the arrow has quietly left, and the man with the gun is nowhere to be seen.

Only some ordinary monks are still resisting and fighting, but they have lost their fighting spirit, and they are all depressed, and they soon follow in the footsteps of their predecessors.

Liu Yunsheng hid to the side early, this is no longer a scene that he can match, he needs to wait, wait for Yuan Ming to wake up, and then discuss countermeasures together.

Dicang Village

Nuan Bao somewhat understands what is happening outside, and he is also very anxious and sad in his heart, but there is no way, he still wants to guard his relatives in Dicang Village and Song Yuanming.

There are often people who break in, but they are all solved by Nuanbao, and occasionally there are incapable enemies, so they hide in Song Yuanming's house, this guy has been rummaging around at home since the beginning of the accident, to see if the ancestor left him any artifact of the town, in order to keep him safe to this day, and he really turned out a blood-red ring.

Wear it on your hand, and from time to time go out to provoke a guy in a star robe, and abduct it back for Nuan Bao to kill.

On this day, Song Yuanming went out of the village as usual to find a suitable object, and saw that in front of him, a clay painted skirt was already a little unbearable, and there was a deep scratch on each leg, so he could only crawl forward with his hands.

But the woman did not stop, she still crawled forward stubbornly, as if there was some obsession that drove her to do this, otherwise she would not be willing to die.

Behind her, there were five or six people dressed in star robes, following behind, looking at the woman with a lewd smile on their faces, pointing and pointing.

"Frost. Frost Moon?"

Song Yuanming's eyes were red, and the one who was crawling on the ground was not the spotless Frost Moon who was high above before?

When the woman heard this, she jerked her head up, and then realized that she seemed to have reached her destination.

This look really startled Song Yuanming, Shuangyue's face was full of dirt and gravel, and there were two terrifying sword wounds, which looked particularly hideous.

Taking a deep breath, Song Yuanming's whole person became irritable, and his speech became incoherent, as if his hands and feet were not obeying, and the whole person was dancing there, muttering in his mouth.

"How... How so?"

"You shouldn't be like this. ”

I wanted to reach out a few times, but I seemed to think of something and retracted my hand again.

"Don't touch her!"

Song Yuanming suddenly roared and rushed out quickly, he saw that someone in the back raised the butcher knife in his hand, and he was about to split the frost moon into two, as if he saw each other, he felt a little bored, so he was going to end all this.

Song Yuanming's eyes turned red, and the whole person rushed out at an incredible speed, slapping his palm on the murderous knife, and actually knocked the knife away.

Everyone was stunned, everyone present was an existence above the Yan Dao, how could they not feel that Song Yuanming did not have any cultivation on him at all? But it was such a person who actually knocked a monk's knife away?

Frost Moon also covered her lips tightly to prevent herself from screaming.

"What a guts!"

"Can't find death?"

"Chop off his hands and feet and throw them into the wolves. ”

Those few people said suspiciously on the side.

Song Yuanming's whole person was also afraid in his heart, he just didn't want to see Shuangyue die, especially in front of his eyes. Although Frost Moon has publicly announced that it has nothing to do with her, she didn't admit it. He still loves this woman from the bottom of his heart.

"With me here today, none of you want to touch her. Song Yuanming stood in front of Frost Moon and faced these people.

"Yo, I'm quite backbone, I want to be a hero to save the beauty, let's see if I'm worthy. The person who was slapped with the long knife raised the long knife again, slapped Song Yuanming out, and then stepped on Song Yuanming's body. This is not enough, and then he punched and kicked, and he saw that he was about to lose his breath, so he stopped his movements and stepped on Song Yuanming again.

"Boy, you just have a good look at how her head got out. ”

Then the knife is raised, and it is about to fall.

Before the knife could fall, the knife bearer flew out, split in half by a red line in mid-air.

"I said you can't move her, you just can't move. Song Yuanming got up from the ground, his hair became longer and redder, the whole person looked extremely bloody, holding a simple long knife in his hand, the body of the knife was blood-red, not the kind of red that was polished, it was more like soaking in the sea of blood for many years, and the male god was full of evil spirits.