When Chen Baxian was still alive, Dongluo didn't think that there was anything good or bad about this day, and he could only say that he was passable. But after Chen Ba died first, it was as if all the bad things in the world had found an outlet, and they began to come one after another.

What Wenyuan Pavilion scholars, what the four major families of Jinling County, what Netherworld, Fan Taifu, these existences that he had never even heard of before, just broke into his life so arrogantly and unreasonably.

As a child, he thought that the courtyard of a tavern was big enough to hold all his naughtiness and mischievousness, and he even absurdly thought that it was big enough to hold the whole world.

But later he learned that in a tavern, the big one was never the courtyard, but Chen Baxian's shoulders.

Dongluo doesn't like to use double knives, but double knives kill faster.

Because he really wanted to go home, he wanted to go home soon.

It's great to go back to that little yard and stay like that all day, even if you don't do anything.

For this reason, even this teenager, who has never liked to kill, can choose to lift the knife and cut it down mercilessly.

Seeming to be surprised by the brave appearance of the lonely Dongluo, Zhao Chuan's eyes widened, and he said with a stubble: "Above, kill him for me, whoever cuts off his head will be rewarded with an innate spirit treasure and a book of innate realm Taoism." ”

The crowd who were originally shocked by the blood that suddenly rose from the winter fall were aroused by the rich promise in Zhao Chuan's heart, and this blood easily inspired the people around them, so everyone present raised all kinds of spiritual weapons in their hands and slashed towards the winter fall from all directions.

Dongluo's eyes narrowed slightly: "I just want to go home." ”

After Dongluo said such a sentence to the people who rushed to him, the two knives in his hands suddenly staggered, and with a click, with the full blood of the brave armor soldier who rushed first, he broke through the Lingdu in the snow.

A man in the rivers and lakes who was struggling between life and death, and finally accumulated a little cultivation, when he rushed up with the dream of Lingbao Dao Method, he didn't even see the expression on Dongluo's face clearly, and he was cut in half, and his upper body flew through the air extremely miserably, flying through the alleys and flying over the high walls.

A group of brave rivers and lakes, a group of soldiers and soldiers, relying on the little bit of creation obtained by luck, how could the enemy survive the winter and suffer thousands of hammers, and finally tempered the physique.

As a result, those who had not yet done it saw an extremely strange scene.

A young man with two knives in his hand rushed through the crowd in such a rude and unreasonable manner, but wherever his knives touched, his limbs flew sideways and blood flowed like a stream.

Xue Nianci and the three of them also made a move, they were all silently watching, this time the fight was the outbreak of deep resentment in Dongluo. Many grievances can only be washed away with blood, and they can only be washed away with blood.

Dongluo began to accumulate resentment from the moment he knew Chen Baxian's identity, but he had resentment and hatred in his heart before, but he could only endure it and couldn't send it. And today, he didn't want to endure it, and he didn't have to.

The icy cold qi was like a murderous aura, and the two ordinary Pu knives in his hands seemed to feel the murderous aura from his heart, and they were instantly covered with ice edges, and the blood coagulated and peeled off on them.

Dongluo did not stop moving forward in the snow, he waved his knife in a dashing manner, Xue Nianci and Erhei Sanhei followed him silently, only when someone from other directions rushed over, they would make a slight move.

Seeing that those Jianghu rangers who had spent a lot of money to recruit, and those dead soldiers who had exhausted their own resources to cultivate, under the knife of that young man, they couldn't even resist a single knife.

Seeing the teenager trampling on the fresh

Blood and corpses, getting closer and closer, Zhao Chuanxin's body began to tremble slightly, and he couldn't suppress the strong retreat.

Just thinking of Zhao Renxin beside him, as well as those who are really hidden in the shadows, always ready to give Dongluo a blow to kill, Zhao Chuanxin let out a roar: "No matter how strong he is, it is only the acquired realm, everyone will go up together and surround him for me." ”

The roar echoed in the streets and alleys under the wind and snow, and there were people rushing out of the streets and alleys, hundreds, thousands, and thousands of people, wielding all kinds of weapons to join the crowd of fighting.

Zhao Chuanxin retreated again and again, and the current winter fell in their eyes, that is, the trapped beast was still fighting, but no matter how they fought, there was only one result, that is, death.

Zhao Chuan couldn't help but smile and said, "You kill! Aren't you very capable of killing? Is it enough for you to kill a thousand people? Is it enough for you to kill ten thousand people?"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed and said: "In this cultivation realm, a person can't go far, and when everyone wants him to die, he can only die obediently." Winterfall, you know? That's how you are now. ”

In the streets and alleys of Lingdu, on the roof, have been blocked by people, as long as the people behind do not retreat, then the people in front can not retreat, but there are still people in the back who keep pouring up, Nuoda Lingdu, half of the houses are full of people.

Those who were still at the forefront with an excited face before have now been killed by the winter fall that seems to be crazy, but there is no way back behind them, so they can only bite the bullet.

Zhao Chuan's heart has retreated very far, but there is still an unstoppable chill on his face, so that a person who grew up in the study since he was a child can so truly understand that those who are just brushed by in the book, bleeding and drifting, and a sea of corpses and blood, it is really too difficult for him.

And now the hill formed by the corpse is getting higher and higher, the blood has formed a shallow on the ground, the messy shoes are clattering on it, the rivers and lakes that were still shouting and screaming before, the voice of the soldiers and soldiers gradually weakened, until it was inaudible, so that in the end, only the sound of the impact of the sword, the dull sound of the knife cutting through the leather, and the scream of the knife cutting off the hands and feet.

As the hill of corpses grew higher and higher, the red shallow pools gradually merged into streams, but here and there were alleys full of corpses, and no matter how they flowed, they could not flow out.

Dongluo's eyes became more and more blood-red, countless bloodshots covered his eyes, his heart became more and more confused, but the movements of his hands were more and more neat. Every time the knife is swung and chopped down, it is so chic and wanton.

There seemed to be an endless force in his body supporting the movements of his hands, and every wisp of spiritual energy, every trace of internal qi, was perfectly released at this moment.

In Paradise Lost, Xia looked at the Qibao Miao Tree, Zizhu, and Caiyun Fish that used to be like gluttony, and now they seemed to have been pulled by something, and a stream of aura diffused as if it was worthless, and then disappeared invisibly, to support the knife in someone's hand, and she could only watch all this, and she couldn't even do the slightest intervention, because in this small world, there was only one day.

Only she knew that that day had never been her.

People, if you kill too much, you will be numb.

There was blood dripping from Dongluo's eyes, and it was his own. The knife in his hand had been rolled up in many places, but it was still sharp.

Now he has only one word in his heart, and that is to kill!

When the knife is swung, it kills! When the knife falls, it kills!

Opening your eyes is killing! Closing your eyes is also killing!

Whoever stands in his way will be killed!

Kill, kill, kill!

It's like

It is a young man who crawled out of the hell of the bloody sea, wearing a blood-stained shirt, all the way forward, all the way to the bloody killing!

At this moment, the young man's eyes only have killing!

His men can only kill!

You have a hundred, I will kill a hundred!

You have a thousand, I will kill a thousand!

If you have 10,000 people, then I will kill 10,000 people!

......

......

The snow fell to the ground, and was quickly melted by the blood that was sprinkled on the ground, melted into the blood water, and turned the same red.

The snow falling from Lingdu today is white, but when it falls on the ground, it turns red.

If it were according to the previous situation, like him, who endlessly squandered the spiritual energy in his body, his meridians, the spiritual energy in the dantian sea would have been exhausted long ago, but today it is very strange, until now, he still has the remaining strength in his hands.

Xue Nianci casually set up a formation, wrapping him with two black and three black, preventing the blood from falling on their bodies, and dyeing the two children's big red cotton jackets with a different kind of red.

The blade is rolled, so change it!

If the knife is broken, then change it!

There will never be a shortage of rustic knives in his mustard seeds, only whetstones.

As long as there are people in front of him, then he will continue to kill.

Zhao Chuanxin, who had already withdrawn from the distance, looked at the winter fall that was getting closer and closer, swallowed his saliva and said: "Big brother, if you don't call the ancestors, it's not the same thing to kill them like this!"

Zhao Ren's eyes widened, "Ancestor is what we can call if we want, we don't need to call it first, when the time comes, Ancestor will naturally come out." ”

Zhao Renxin looked at Lin Ran and Wang Xifeng: "Don't hide it, everyone, I know that you have brought more than this number of people, let's go to the end! He, a person who first goes to the extreme of mortals and then steps into cultivation, has a strong physique that is incomparable to pure martial arts." These prodigal sons from the rivers and lakes, the armor soldiers of the military camp, go up and send them to death, let the family die!"

Wang Xifeng and Lin Ran seemed to be waiting for news from the secret people, but Fan Jian waved his hand very casually, and hundreds of people suddenly sprang out of the peaceful Wei Shui, and everyone's cultivation was up and down the cultivation realm.

Fan Jian held a small sword and sharpened his nails, and said softly: "Either he dies or you die." ”

Hundreds of dead soldiers with piercing clothes on their coats did not say a word, silently joined the battle group, and other people who were still watching also gave orders to attack.

For a while, the pressure of Dongluo increased greatly, but he couldn't feel anything, and he only kept taking out the knife and closing the knife in his heart.

The seven-style knife techniques of the Great Perimeter Army, Daping, Dingme, Chaotian, Opening Formation, Breaking Armor, Removing Demons, and Suppressing Demons, were vividly exerted by him at this moment.

People, after experiencing life and death, will naturally grow.

It doesn't matter if this life and death is your own or someone else's.

At least at this moment, he understood the armor-breaking in these seven-style sword techniques from the life and death of others.

On this day, on the side of Lingdu, the king of Han Dongluo broke 3,006 armor alone. Leaving behind a stump and broken arm, the blood was bright red, and the gentle Weishui flowed into the Xiuchun River.

On this day, in Baling Watanabe, Han Wang Dongluo stood alone in front of tens of thousands of armor soldiers, put down the double knives in his hands, and his eyes shone again.

On this day, on the side of Lingdu, the bloodied Han King Dongluo raised his blood-stained head, looked at the tall buildings in all directions, and the silent crowd grinned.

On this day, on the side of Lingdu, the world was silent, and everything was lonely.

On this day, Lingwabian, after the heavy snowfall, the spring flowers bloomed.