Burst!

Jiang Chang'an's ruddy face faded like a tide in a blink of an eye, and blood-red blood flowed out of his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes at the same time, and all seven holes were damaged, and his blood-red covered arms were finally unable to withstand the pressure of the measuring ruler, and the bones of his hands crackled and shattered, which was the price of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

However, at this moment, his pupils were completely devoured by murderous qi and turned blood red, and he had nothing else to think about, he just wanted to kill the old man of the Hong family!

The elder of the Hong family flew upside down, spurting blood from his mouth, and the divine mangbao clothes gathered by Fang Suo could not protect him, and the left half of his body was beaten to shreds, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he was dying.

Jiang Changan took back the measuring ruler, used the last trace of strength with both hands to turn the fingertip law seal, and shouted in his mouth: "Nine Heavens Brahma, Universe Realm Xuan, through the law of life, a thought of immortals!"

Everyone around him looked shocked: "Open Heaven Technique? Isn't the Open Heaven Technique a mysterious method used by the Open Heaven Master to explore the ancient tombs of the Immortal Tombs?

"The Jiang family's little child's move is really stupid, even if the Heaven Opening Technique breaks through the heavens, it is no threat to ordinary monks, let alone facing a dignified half-step power!"

As soon as they said that, they were surprised to find that the golden body of the golden demon remnant soul condensed by the golden light had also gathered the trick in his hands and brewed an offensive.

The elder of the Hong family took out a white jade porcelain bottle, hurriedly took out three or five golden pills from it, and saw that the blood color of half of his body gradually stopped, and the wound sprouted new flesh, his white beard fluttered, and he laughed wildly:

"Jiang family child, you have this ability? Now that your spiritual power has been squandered, you can only rely on this Heaven Opening Technique to face the old man? It's just wishful thinking! Next is your death!"

But just when he was laughing wildly, he only heard a muffled sound of "poof"!

The desolate fox's arms and claws pierced half of his body!

The smugness on the old man's face vanished, turned into endless horror, unstoppable blood gushed out, endless pain occupied his consciousness, and the wrinkled old face became distorted and hideous due to the severe pain: "Impossible! This is just an exploration technique, how can it pose a threat to the old man?!Little beast, what have you done?"

Jiang Changan's hair was completely scattered, covering half of his face, and an awe-inspiring smile was seen in the shadows, like a bloodthirsty demon god, and his tone was cold: "This style is called the Splitting Mountain Recipe in the Book of Open Heaven, and it is used to planing the mountain!"

"Roaring ——!"

The desolate fox looked up to the sky and roared, Jiang Changan danced his hands, its claws also bloomed with golden light, as if it had entered a state of madness, and its two claws tore back and forth at a very fast speed The body of the elder of the Hong family was torn back and forth, without a fatal blow, every time a piece of meat would be torn off from his body, heart, liver, spleen and lungs, no life.

Puff puff......

The blood-colored mist rained down, and the old man's lips trembled, and his mouth grew long, and his throat was torn by the pain, until at last there was no sound at all, and he twitched wildly, and his teeth chewed his tongue into minced meat, until the fear in his eyes gradually lost its luster and became gray.

In the time of one breath, there was no flesh and blood on the old man's body, only a complete white skeleton and the pair of desperate eyes in the skull.

The desolate fox dispersed, and Jiang Chang'an stood in mid-air, his white clothes dyed a delicate blood red, like a sunset at dusk.

This scene left everyone speechless, extremely shocked, and completely frozen.

On the spot, several female cultivators looked unwell and almost threw up. Everyone here is good at killing people, but it's the first time in his life that something like this bloody and brutal one is still human?

"Kill three half-step powerhouses with your own strength, and in ten days, this son will definitely become famous again!"

"The Hong family is really stealing chickens and rice, not only did it not succeed, but also got into the three Taishang elders in vain, without these three pillars, the status of the Hong family in Jiangzhou plummeted, and a family was down, alas......"

The rest of the people sighed, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, their own situation was not much better than it, they were within the enchantment, life and death were not made by themselves, and they were all in the hands of Jiang Chang'an and Jiang Ergongzi on the ground.

Jiang Changan became weaker and weaker, but he still supported his body, walked towards the wheelchair on the ground, staggered, and could fall at any time, and called softly:

"Squinting Strange ......"

The person in the wheelchair did not answer, his eyes were still squinted, his head was lowered, as if he was asleep, and the coercion of the half-step power was enough to be fatal to ordinary people who did not have spiritual power.

Jiang Changan's pace was faster, and when he came to the front, his tone was even more urgent: "Jiang Xiaoru, are you dead? Not squeaked dead! I haven't killed you yet, you are not qualified to die......

After calling a few times in a row, he didn't react at all, the corners of Jiang Chang'an's eyebrows trembled, his breathing was short, and his throat was full of soreness, facing this face that was exactly the same as Jiang Lingfeng, he seemed to be back to the age of fourteen, and he was so powerless, this time he did everything he could, but the result was no different.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaoru coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and woke up in an instant, Jiang Changan suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, his whole body strength and spiritual power were completely dispersed, and he was about to collapse to the ground.

But at this moment, the helpless scholar in the wheelchair took out a half-foot dagger out of nowhere and stabbed it firmly into his chest.

Burst!

The blood-red clothes on Jiang Chang'an's chest were even more red.

Everyone was stunned, and even An Juntang didn't have the slightest preparation, so he changed color.

The rest of the people were shocked, Jiang Er Gongzi attacked Jiang Fourth Gongzi? What was his intention? Could it be that in order to inherit the position of the master of Jiang Mansion, he could really get rid of his own younger brother? Or was the siege of Fuyun City itself a game he had planned? Seventeen half-step powerhouses and one powerful man were just pawns that he had calculated, and what he really wanted was Jiang Chang'an......'s life? It's incredible!

The most shocked and painful person was Jiang Changan, the pain in his body was not painful or itchy to him, but he couldn't believe that this person would go under the knife on him.

"Why?" his face was not painful, just wooden, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist, and his voice was extremely weak.

The squinting person just smiled lightly, and his smile always gave people a warm feeling: "I thought you would surpass me, but your heart is not ruthless enough, it is difficult to succeed, you become a king and lose, and the way of heaven is ruthless." Your wife has disappointed me, like ...... Jiang Lingfeng is the same as that waste. ”

Just because of the three words "Jiang Lingfeng", Jiang Changan's eyes turned red in an instant, his hair rushed to the crown, his eyes were split, and he roared angrily: "You don't deserve to mention his name!"

Jiang Changan completely lost his mind, forcibly pulled out the short dagger inserted in his chest, and stabbed it into Jiang Xiaoru's chest, this time he did not hesitate at all, nor did he feel guilty, there was only endless sorrow and sorrow.

He watched as the skin on his chest opened, and watched the smile in his eyes fade......

But what was the relief after that look dissipated? Suddenly, the squinting monster smiled again, the smile was sunnier and happier, and it seemed that for the first time in ten years, he had smiled like this.

Jiang Chang'an was flustered, like a lonely wolf, who had finally escaped the countless calculations of the hunters, died nine times, was exhausted, and roared loudly:

"What are you laughing at?"

The squint didn't answer.

"What are you laughing at?" he was a little hysterical, for the smile was very similar to that of the young man, the spirited young man who had never returned from the palace.

Everyone held their breath and condensed, it was rare for a long night to be so quiet, and a pin drop could be heard.

Until the man in the wheelchair smiled and said:

"Silly Chang'an ......"

Rumble!

Jiang Changan was like being struck by lightning, his mind was blank, his eyes widened, his body was motionless, and tears fell silently in the night wind.

Ten miles away, on the top of a lonely peak.

Xiao Zongheng leaned back with a smile, the crazy laughter echoed in the smoke and clouds, he covered his face with his hands, and the corners of his pointed mouth were about to grin to the root of his ears.

"Jiang Changan, I said -- a human tragedy! What is a human tragedy? This is a human tragedy! The curtain opens, the strings are in place, the play waits for the stage, and the show begins! Ahahaha......"

Gradually, he laughed so hard that he lost his voice.

Later, his eyes were red with laughter and his shoulders trembled.

Later, at the end of the song, two lines of tears flowed out of the cracks of the hands that covered their eyes.