The snow stopped.

The whole world seemed to be covered with a layer of white down, and the remnants of the murderous aura and the piercing blood on the ground were all covered by white snowflakes, as if to cover up all sins and grievances.

The monks who were watching the battle also gradually dispersed.

They witnessed the brilliance of Bai Di Xuan, the strength of Qin Yang, and the supreme coercion of immortals.

Although the last scene is confusing, the wonderful decisive battle brought by the two has stayed in my mind for a long time, and it will be shocking every time I think about it. There were even many monks who watched this battle and felt a lot of feelings, and they actually broke through the shackles of their own realm.

Qin Yang was lying in Ying Zhiyue's arms, the blood stains on his body were a little dry, and his injuries were gradually recovered under the girl's hard work.

It's just that his heart is in a daze.

His gaze was always fixed on the sky, the Dao Ascending Immortal Ancient Gate had disappeared, and the familiar figure that had fought with him just now had also disappeared. At this moment, Qin Yang's heart was empty, as if he had lost something.

In his mind, the eyes of Bai Dixuan after pushing him away appeared.

What kind of look is that?

Relieved, helpless, relieved, loving......

To be honest, Qin Yang hated those eyes, which made him feel that all his efforts were useless and even wrong.

"How can this be ......"

Qin Yang closed his eyes, and his heart hurt terribly, "Mom, tell me that I didn't do anything wrong." ”

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps in the snow, a slight creaking sound of rubbing.

I saw a black-robed middle-aged man walking over slowly, with at least twenty subordinates behind him, looking at the momentum exuded by their bodies, their strength was extraordinary, at least above Lingxu.

"Mr. Qin's strength is unparalleled, and he is really the number one master in China. ”

The black-robed man had a dark complexion, a deep scar on the bridge of his nose, and a purple giant knife on his back, exuding a faint smell of blood, and he must have killed many people.

Seeing that Qin Yang closed his eyes and ignored him, the black-robed man was not angry, and said with a smile: "Mr. Qin, in Koichiro Koizumi, it is-"

Swish!

However, before he finished speaking, a sword light flashed directly in front of his eyes.

It's almost to the extreme!

The sword light was transparent and invisible, as if it did not exist in the world, and before he even entered his sight, he felt a chill on his neck, as if warm blood was flowing down.

The killing continues!

Qin Yang's figure was faster than a ghost, and the long sword in his hand was like a scythe of death, bringing up pieces of blood mist.

Where would those Dongying monks think that Qin Yang would suddenly go berserk and want to resist, but in front of the other party's dazzling sword light, their body protection spirit shield was like paper paste, vulnerable to attack.

One!

Two!

……

However, in an instant, all twenty-nine Spirit Void Masters were killed!

The crimson blood spilled into the snow again, as if it had been painted with strange and cold symbols, and the corpses were arranged in a neat way, giving people a great impact.

Koizumi Koichiro is still standing.

It's just that his neck is already bleeding, he looks at the corpse of his subordinates, and he can't understand whether he is alive or dead, he just came to ask for a question, why did the other party go berserk?

Is it necessary to do this? I can't even ask a question these days? I didn't say, 'What are you looking at?'

Plop –

His body fell to the ground, his eyes still wide open, puzzled and puzzled.

The monks who hadn't gone far around were shocked to see Qin Yang suddenly kill so many Dongying monks.

At this time, hundreds of monks dressed as ninjas swept in the distance, and the slaughter was pervasive.

They were originally standing by on the spot, but when they saw their adults being killed by the other party's sword, they stayed for a few seconds and suddenly killed them all.

The cold gaze was ruthless, and hundreds of ninjas were like waves, neatly aligned, and the long knives swirled slightly, reflecting a chilling glow, giving people a huge sense of oppression.

Boom!

Qin Yang stabbed his long sword into the snow, his hands clenched the hilt of the sword, and his eyes were red.

"Death—"

With a roar of rage, he fiercely picked out a sword, a radius of a hundred feet, countless snowflakes flew up, turning into pieces of sharp blades, and with Qin Yang bursting out with a sword, he swept towards those ninjas.

Poof!

The seemingly weak snowflakes penetrated the bodies of the ninja monks with an irresistible cold killing intent, blooming in the air with poignant blood flowers, red and dazzling, white and cold.

One sword, kill a hundred!!

Everyone was dumbfounded, although they had seen Qin Yang's terrifying strength from the previous decisive battle with Bai Dixuan, they were still shocked at this moment.

"Bastard!"

A rumbling sound was heard in the distance, shaking the eardrums.

But it is three old men wearing Dongying kimonos, these three old men have gray hair, bright eyes, and a majestic and breathless coercion on their bodies.

Their hearts ached when they saw the corpses all over the ground.

These are all elites who have spent countless efforts to cultivate, and they are just gone, and their deaths are unknown, which is really infuriating.

"You-"

One of the old men pointed at Qin Yang and was about to scold, but he saw Qin Yang's cold, ruthless, blood-red eyes, like a carrion hell, which made his scalp tingle and he forgot to speak.

"Huh!"

The long sword in Qin Yang's hand slashed out with an arc moon!

This sword was completely natural, and it seemed to condense the snowflake coldness and residual killing intent between the surrounding heaven and earth, and the incomparably chilling sword light made everyone cold all over their bodies and stepped into the realm of death.

The three old men were so frightened that they didn't dare to resist, and hurriedly ran into the distance in a hurry, completely devoid of the majesty and rampant that they had just come.

The weak, like ants, are bullied!

The strong, overlooking the heaven and the earth, and the anger will bleed for thousands of miles!

The sword light passed, carrying the power of slashing the heavens and the earth, and before they could escape a few meters, it penetrated through the back, shot out from the front chest, and exploded a thick blood hole in the chest of the three people.

Until death, the three of them were still rushing forward in inertia, and then ...... Fall to the ground.

Qin Yang raised his face slightly, looking at the sky high above.

After releasing the depression in his heart, the crimson ferocity in his eyes gradually faded, and what remained was melancholy and confusion.

"What's next?"

Qin Yang muttered.

He turned his head to look, and a figure in Tsing Yi in the distance was slowly walking towards the distance, as if he had lost his soul, step by step, as if with great sadness and decadence......

Qin Yang's body moved, and he came to Liu Zhuchan, looked at the other party's pale and haggard face, and said lightly: "Where are you going?"

Liu Zhuchan glanced at him with a blank look, then passed by and continued walking.

At this moment, her soul seemed to be drained away, and only an empty shell remained.

"Do you like him that much?" Qin Yang asked softly with bitterness in his heart.

Liu Zhuchan paused and stopped.

After being silent for a long time, she turned around, walked in front of Qin Yang, stared at him in a daze, and muttered, "Isn't it good to be a waste?

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