Ink Tears dragged his bloody pace forward little by little, and every step he took looked so weak, it seemed as if he might fall in the next second.

But no one could explain why he was still standing and walking forward, knowing that he was still dripping blood, blood dripping down his arm and along the leg of his trousers, and behind him there were two rows of shallow blood.

He was like a demon crawling out of a pool of blood, so terrifying, he still dragged his sword, staggering forward step by step.

He felt tired at the moment, his body felt cold, which was a clear sign of excessive blood loss, and even worse, his vision was starting to blur.

Lin Xiaomu was quietly watching him from a distance at the moment, she was trying her best to find a reason to help Mo Tear in her heart, but she always ...... I haven't been looking for it.

Lin Xiaomu felt so desperate at the moment, silently watching Mo Tear step by step towards death, she couldn't do anything, or she was still entangled in her heart, struggling with a reason to help her.

Da Ximing's fierce gaze seemed to be able to tear ink tears into pieces, and he looked at the cultivators who had fallen underground, in addition to heartache and regret, because these people were also a lot of wealth for their family.

Children treat toys as friends, and in the eyes of adults, everything is just cold and realistic words such as wealth and interests, which is very suitable for describing schemers such as Da Ximing and Cutting off Hongyu.

Da Xi Yaoshui hugged her father to death, she closed her eyes and didn't look at it, because the death of any party was something she didn't want to see, so she hugged her father like this, because only in this way could the death of Mo Tear come later.

Mo Tear immediately slapped a palm, and a ball of fire in his palm quickly flew out, and a cultivator didn't care about the faint flames, and directly swung his sword to slash away.

The flames burst instantly, and a huge fire rose into the sky, and the flames quickly spread to occupy half of the courtyard, and when the flames stopped, everyone was terrified.

These cultivators reacted too quickly, and the moment the flames burst out, they dodged one after another, so that not too many people were buried in this inexplicable fire.

When Ink Tear took another step forward, the two cultivators closest to him stepped forward and swung their swords at his chest, and in an instant, Ink Tear raised his sword to protect his chest.

Bang! The sound of the collision of swords, Mo Tear's body slid backwards for several meters before stopping, this is really a desperate scene in the eyes of outsiders, a towing crumbling body, finally dragging forward a few meters with heavy steps, but was beaten back in an instant.

Mo Tear didn't think about anything, he didn't have time to think about it, because in the next second, there were two white swords waiting for him behind him, and it was no surprise that these two swords were enough to kill him, because he had neither the time to react at the moment, nor the strength to fight back.

But there are many things in the world that cannot be explained, the moment Mo Tear stopped, he immediately turned around and slashed, no one knew how he found out that there were two people behind him who were about to take his life.

The sword of Ink Tears is extremely fast and extremely accurate, sword

Quickly sliced open the chest of the first person, and the chest cavity of the second person was pierced without losing momentum, and even their bones could be heard, and the two fell almost at the same time.

The two people who had beaten him back earlier had already rushed forward with their swords, and now the two swords of slaughter were cutting through the air and slashing at the top of Mo Tear's head.

Ink Tears couldn't return to the sword again, let alone dodge quickly, it seemed that the only choice he had was to quietly wait for the next second of death, which was the only result that everyone present said they could think of.

Many cultivators in the distance had smiles on their faces, and Da Ximing was even more relieved, Lin Xiaomu's mind went blank for an instant, and he looked blankly.

Suddenly, the pupils like black gems of ink tears flickered continuously, and instantly turned fiery red, and the flames that had long disappeared on his body swept away like a raging storm, and the two people behind him were instantly swallowed by the flames.

All of them didn't believe what they were seeing, and the weak young man who was weak, pale, and about to die just now seemed to be injected with some kind of life force that filled him with strength.

They didn't know that Mo Tear was out of control at the moment, something that no one could explain, and even Mo Tear himself didn't feel it now.

The flames on his body burst out instantly, and the hot steam took on a colorful color in the sunlight, ink tears

At this moment, those ruby eyes looked so terrifying.

The whole courtyard was shrouded in deep fear, and the weak young man who was on the verge of death seemed to be reborn, and the flames on his body seemed to swallow everything here.

At this moment, Mo Tear didn't know what was happening, the only thing he knew was that his body was heavy and cold, and his vision was also fiery red, and it was getting blurred and blurred.

"Monsters. Da Ximing shouted, "Kill him quickly, don't let him get out of this courtyard alive." ”

This time, almost all the cultivators present rushed forward, This was the twentieth attack that Ink Tears ushered in, although the first nineteen were blocked by him, but it also caused serious damage to his body.

This twentieth attack was more ferocious than ever, the previous nineteen times those people attacked him because of the order, all of them were petty fights, but this time it was the most violent attack because they really wanted to kill this devil-like boy.

The overwhelming swords enveloped the ink tears, and at the same time, as many as hundreds of swords flew out of the cultivator's hands in an instant.

This is a miniaturized sword formation, a sword formation controlled by dozens of powerful swordsmen, one after another extremely sharp swords, flying in the sky to draw brilliant arcs.

As long as Ink Tear is hit by one of these arrows, he is finished.

But hundreds of swords stopped in front of Mo Tear's body in unison, and it was difficult to move forward half a step, and it was difficult to retreat a minute, and hundreds of swords seemed to be stuck in the wall.

In the distance, dozens of swordsmen were deadly silent, and the hundreds of arrows they controlled were stuck in the flames in front of Ink Tear, and then moved a little.

The dozens of swordsmen who rushed forward also stopped, because the temperature of the flames on Ink Tear's body was too high, and the steaming heat spread in all directions, making it difficult for them to get closer.

The blazing heat that everyone felt unconsciously took a few steps back, and the wooden beams in the distance gradually began to carbonize, and the heat enveloped the entire courtyard.

And Mo Tear was still unconscious, standing quietly in place, he didn't know what was going on, he didn't know what he had done, the only thing he knew was that his vision was getting blurred and blurred, his body was getting heavier and heavier, and he was about to fall.

But his blade-like will constantly reminded himself that he couldn't fall, even if he was going to die at this moment, he had to break out of this gate, he couldn't fall, and everything was over after he fell...... Can't fall down.

Maybe he is so stubborn, even if he is seriously injured and in a desperate situation, he will not be willing to fall and will sink by himself, but the most helpless thing at this moment is that his body is not under his control, and he is already in a state of complete loss of control.

At this moment, just like the last time he fought to the death with Mo Sheng, he was manipulated by the nameless karmic fire, lost his self-consciousness, and lost control of his body. But this time it was different, his body was not burned by the nameless karmic fire, but this time the situation was even more critical, the terrifying amount of bleeding made the blood in his body almost run out, and he would definitely die if he continued like this.

Mo Tear was still standing in place, his body swaying from side to side like a tumbler, and his head was even weaker.

The cultivators didn't attack immediately, they all stared at Ink Tears cautiously, there was no doubt that they all found that without their help now, Ink Tears would definitely die, it was only a matter of time.

Mo Tear's heartbeat gradually slowed down, and he fell to the ground with a bang, no matter how superb his willpower was, he couldn't withstand the destruction of his body after all, and the torture of time, he finally fell, and fell less than a few meters away from the heavy gate.

He was extremely peaceful when he fell to the ground, and the flames on his body gradually disappeared, if he was still conscious, he would definitely feel a sharp pain, not from the sword wound on his body, but because the Bare Hell in his body had completely lost control, and in this situation, he would be left with no bones in less than half a pillar of incense.

Inch by inch, the cultivators surrounded him, making sure that he was dead or not, and they looked very nervous and cautious.

Lin Xiaomu's pupils contracted, her face was panicked, she seemed to see the most terrifying picture in her life, the young man he once loved deeply, and maybe still loved now, fell in front of her eyes covered in blood.

Her mind went blank at the moment, and she sat directly on the ground, and she began to blame herself deeply.

Reason: What is the reason needed to save people? He once tried his best to save me, did he ask me the reason?...... Why do I have a reason, Lin Xiaomu kept blaming herself in her heart, and at this moment, she seemed to have found thousands of reasons to save people's ink tears at that time.

Lin Xiaomu wanted to walk up to Mo Tear at this moment and take one last look at her, but he didn't dare to look at it, and he didn't dare to look at the young man who fell to the ground.

A smile appeared on Da Ximing's face, and the cultivators who were approaching Mo Tear also relaxed their vigilance, everyone thought that he was dead, they didn't need to be nervous about a dead person, let alone be afraid, because in their eyes, dead people were the least worthy of fear, because they didn't have any threat.

Suddenly, the heavy door opened with a bang, and everyone was startled and looked towards the gate.

I saw three people walking side by side, and the moment they entered the house, the heavy door slammed shut again.

They had just been freed from their deep fear, and in the face of this sudden scene, they fell into deeper fear.

The three of them were also very calm, except for the youngest boy in red, the other two inexplicably exuded a strong sense of oppression, enveloping the entire courtyard.

At this time, the sky gradually became gloomy, and seeing that the sun was about to set, the quiet darkness was about to envelop the main land, and the original atmosphere of fear in the courtyard became even more permeating.