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The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, exuding a powerful killing intent.

The two disciples of the Tianxuan Sect suddenly showed a trace of shock in their expressions, glanced at each other, and the two of them turned their swords and killed Yan Han at the same time.

Yan Han's expression became a little crazy and violent.

The repeated killings in the western realm, the fall of one brother after another beside him, made his heart contain indescribable bloodlust.

At this moment, there is only one thought in my heart, and that is to completely kill the two people in front of me.

Huang Ye's expression showed a hint of emotion, looking at Yan Han, who was attacking like a mad dog, his expression froze, and two swords flew out of the sword box.

The second sword is as fast as lightning.

It's thundering.

In an indescribable instant, two flying swords each pierced through the shoulder blades of the two men in black.

Blood splattered.

It was like a fire, completely igniting Yan Han's heart.

The killing intent in Yan Han's eyes became even more vigorous.

Pinch out with two fingers.

The two swords roared again.

A cold light appeared.

Directly cut the throat of the disciple of the Tianxuan Sect.

Everything happens in an instant.

The two Tianxuan Sect disciples who were tired of dealing with Yan Han's crazy offensive became slow, their eyes drooping, and they looked at the blood that kept splashing from their throats incredulously.

Can't seem to believe it.

Yan Han's face was stained with a little blood.

Blocking his vision, making him look like a demon coming out of hell, the bloody aura emanating from his body made people can't help but palpitate.

The reader's sword kept swinging.

Blood splattered continuously, and flesh flew everywhere.

Huang Ye couldn't help but feel very nauseous.

Yan Han didn't have the slightest intention of stopping.

"Stop. ”

Huang Ye let out an angry shout.

Yan Han's movements couldn't help but slow, his eyes looked at the corpse with blurred wounds and blood flowing in a daze, and a wry smile appeared in his expression.

The reader's sword slowly unsheathed.

Yan Han looked at Huang Ye.

Huang Ye's eyes kept looking at Yan Han, and the previous Yan Han was like a madman, which made her feel a trace of fear from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't you think I'm scary. ”

Yan Han said softly.

Huang Ye nodded.

Yan Han let out a long breath and looked up at the night sky, tears flowing out of the corners of his eyes.

"You may think that this situation is extremely cruel and bloody, but I want to tell you, I have seen a situation that is a hundred times bloodier than this, and if you really go through that situation, you think it is really nothing. ”

Huang Ye looked at Yan Han and said softly, "But they are already dead." ”

Yan Han showed a cold smile and said, "Don't forget, the fundamental purpose of their coming is to kill us, and their kindness to them is cruelty to themselves, so what if they die, they shouldn't kill us." ”

stared at Yan Han.

Huang Ye felt a trace of something strange in his heart.

It's hard to imagine that a son-in-law who speaks out in a scholarly family has become so bloodthirsty and ruthless.

The smell of blood filled the air and disappeared with the cold wind.

Yan Han wiped the blood from his face, smiled, and said, "This is the Boluo Grassland, nothing is impossible, if we are not careful, we will die." ”

Huang Ye nodded heavily.

Yan Han walked forward slowly.

A hint of pathos welled up in my heart.

"I don't know what happened to the other people, the Boluo Grassland is so big, I don't know where they are now. ”

Huang Ye's expression showed a hint of solemnity, she had already firmly remembered the map sent by the black armor soldier.

But in fact, at present, only Yan Han has been found, and there are already two places where there is no gain.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

The temperature is getting colder and colder.

The cold wind continued to sweep in, as if countless hungry wolves were wailing at the same time, making people's hearts not give birth to a little panic.

This is the fourth night that the Biluo army has entered the grassland, there is no doubt that the grassland is really too big, and in the four days, not even the shadow of the disciples of the Sword Sect has been seen, but it has attracted the attention of the royal court.

There have been a few times.

The Biluo Army almost broke into the core edge of the royal court.

Although the old lady Fu Wenren Chu used himself as the price code and set up a situation that completely reversed the stalemate on the battlefield, the strength of the royal court was still not to be underestimated.

The royal court is like the hundred-legged insect, dead but not stiff.

Wen Guozhong also had to mention 120,000 caution.

Now the Biluo army is alone, and there is no rescue at all.

The military flag blown by the cold wind made a sound of peeling.

Wen Guozhong patrolled the surroundings.

This is the Boluo grassland, nothing is impossible, in order to prevent accidents, Wen Guozhong did not dare to let the Biluo army be too tired, and always maintained the strength of a battle.

The cold wind swept the withered grass.

Wen Guozhong's heart couldn't help but feel a trace of crisis, his body shook suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he looked around!

The withered grass swayed! Dense black shadows jumped up from all around, and in the quiet moonlight, countless cold lights appeared.

Wen Guozhong suddenly let out a long howl.

"Enemy attack!"

In just a few breaths, the soldiers who were in a state of rest moved one after another, and the cold light emitted one after another, and they began to fight back.

The spear flicked.

Wen Guozhong took the lead and picked up four black-clothed men in a row.

A scream kept coming.

The black-clothed people lurking at night were all masters, and the Biluo Army didn't seem to have the slightest power to parry in front of them.

Spears swept through.

Blood splattered.

There are a few more revenants under the gun.

"Formation. ”

Wen Guozhong let out an angry shout.

After a few battles, he began to be afraid of these black-clothed people in his heart, and each of them was as if he had experienced a hundred battles, and his strength was incomparable.

The Biluo Army is no match for it at all.

Bi Luo's reaction speed is very fast.

Almost instantaneously, the formation of the military formation.

"Kill!"

The sound of angry shouts shook the sky.

The formation of the Biluo army was like a huge killing millstone, slowly turning, and the attack of the crazy killing black-clothed man was suddenly stifled.

Even so.

The casualties of the Biluo army were already very heavy.

A melodious whisper suddenly sounded from the grassland.

Gentle, soothing, crisp and pleasant.

Seem.

There is infinite charm in the whisper, which makes people can't help but be silent and unable to extricate themselves.

The Biluo Army, which was fighting, suddenly stopped fighting.

"Kill!"

Wen Guozhong let out an angry shout.

Trying to wake up the Bi Luojun who was addicted to the sound of the flute.

But the cheers are too limited.

Only a handful of people woke up from their addiction.

The sound of the flute is pervasive and ubiquitous.

It makes people fall into it and can't extricate themselves.

The man in black didn't have the slightest effect, and frantically slaughtered the Biluo army.