The bell of dawn rang for the advent of spring, Yang Jianxi stood with his back on his back in the wind and sand, cloudy to the blurred vision, the end of the long scratch on the sand was indeed Foxie, even if he was incomplete, Yang Jianxi felt that he was still alive.

Yang Jianxi stood in front of him like this without any extra movements, in fact, he knew very well how dangerous his current situation was, not only from the near-death of his body, but also from the crisis of the environment he was in now.

Although this battlefield was found by Yang Jinxi himself, not to mention barren, it is also relatively remote, but who knows if there will be any response to such a big movement in the battle just now.

But he really can't move now, dragging this skeleton forward just now is his last perseverance and strength, and standing now is his only balance.

Fukexi was lying in front of him like a corpse, and Yang Jianxi couldn't do anything about him at this time, maybe Fukexi was waiting for a chance, a chance to recover. Yang Jianxi is not gambling, betting that he will recover first, even if it is a layer of strength.

The battle between the strong may be calculated in time, but more of them are almost all won or lost in an instant, the previous first golden battle that belonged to Yang Jianxi, although Yang Jianxi and Foxy are not strong now, but the battle just now did not last too long, every move and style can not be calculated in seconds, and even the occasional breeze in the ear is very likely to end this fight.

The gloomy and dampness that belongs to the rainy season is gradually replaced by warmth and comfort on this land, but Yang Jianxi knows very well how short this rare warmth is in this rare spring, so short that Yang Jianxi opens his eyes from the meditation, this is the season of killing and blood.

Yang Jianxi and Fukexi's mouths moved at the same time, in addition to the raging wind around them, it seemed to be mixed with a different kind of aura, Yang Jianxi knew very well that it was Fukexi's broken knife intent gathering, and Fukexi also knew that it was Yang Jianxi's scattered blood qi fluctuating......

"I don't think I can die this time, this decaying world needs strong people, I think I can become strong people, even in the current situation. ”

The knife intent around Fukexi became more and more intense and materialized in his trembling voice, and Yang Zhenxi felt the edge hidden in the air again.

The Fuksie in front of him was still covered in flesh and blood, but there were two cold lights shining like meteorites on his scorched face.

"In this troubled world, I may be desperate, but I will never bow my head. ”

Listening to Foxie's faint self-talk, and feeling Foxy's increasingly surging fighting intent on the ground in front of him, Yang Jinxi gradually straightened up his stiff back, making a clicking sound like a broken bone.

It was still the terrifying appearance of the skin, there was only deep darkness in the two hollows on his face, and the whole person was lifeless, but it made Fu Chuan inexplicably frightened, Yang Jixi raised his head, and the two holes pursed his lips at the sky full of soft light

"I don't think I'll die, anyone will die in this short life, no one can avoid this long life, there is no one right or wrong in this world, and this world will not forgive anyone, I am willing to resist all the sins of this world, because I will not hurt her"

The air around him became hot again, and what faintly appeared on the sand was Yang Jixi's exclusive light, even if the pattern was blurred, the red was indifferent, and the flames that danced again in the two holes were also dim and extinguished, and his face was still as indifferent as ever, and there seemed to be a faint smile.

In an instant, Fukxi on the ground moved, and Yang Jianxi also moved.

The wind is still the wind and the sand is still the sand, there is no roar and no fighting, there is only blood flowing between heaven and earth, and the unrecognizable Foxy staggered to the east, thin as dry wood, and the lifeless Yang Jianxi staggered to the west......

In fact, from the few words of conversation just now, among the few numbers, the victory or defeat of this battle is well known to Yang Jianxi and Fukxi.

The simple words "can't" and "won't" are very different. What Fukexi said was stubborn, and Yang Zhenxi sighed the truth.

This golden battle ended with Yang Jianxi's near-death victory, maybe he still has the strength to catch up and fight, but maybe Fukexi also has a nirvana, Yang Jianxi can't catch up, because there is still one person behind him, and Fukexi must also be defeated, because he still has a strong heart in his chest.

Facing the gradually dazzling sunlight, the smile on Yang Jianxi's face became more and more bright, there were not even teeth in it, it was a piercing sound like a sharp object cutting through a wall, but Yang Jianxi still couldn't stop laughing, laughing very crazy, laughing heartbreakingly.

Yang Jianxi walked very slowly, every step seemed to be very difficult, and there would be a "click" sound from his body every step he took, all the way forward, crumbling, but like walking on the ground. Ahead is not anywhere else, but the station of the Wind and Sand Scavenging Regiment.

He wants to kill, he needs his soul to fill this empty shell, he needs blood to nourish this body, it is still the same mountain cliff, Yang Jianxi knelt on the edge of the cliff and hung his head, his bamboo-like arms hung weakly on the ground, and the skeleton-like body seemed to be really lifeless.

There were scavenging finches hovering above their heads, and it seemed that they had also smelled the smell of food, Yang Jinxi was motionless like this, and the ones above his head were still hovering back and forth.

After a long time, one finally broke away from the group, stretched out its sharp beak and swooped towards Yang Jianxi's skull head, the bright red feathers showed his status in the group, and it was also its next color.

The arm that was like a withered bamboo pole was raised suddenly, and after a stiff flick, it was like a steel claw pinching its neck, Yang Jinxi didn't even look up, the sharp beak was less than two fingers away from his skull, and the fishy smell that remained on it indicated that it had eaten a full meal not long ago.

No matter how it struggled, the thin steel claws that pinched its neck did not move, the scavenging finches that were originally hovering above Yang Jixi's head were long gone, and blood stains gradually overflowed between Yang Jixi's fingers, and the scavenging finch covered in bright red feathers was even more vivid at the moment.

Throwing the corpse in his hand off the cliff, he sniffed it in front of his nose and raised his head to the sky and said: "Dirty blood is only worthy of dirty species."

If the world is too evil to tolerate good people, then let me bear all the sins of this world and give you a clear sky!"

Yang Jianxi's kneeling body gradually became trembling, it was the shaking of the skeleton, and it could only come from the bones, and now Yang Jianxi, who is called a human being, may not even have much soul left except for the bones.

The terrifying qi and blood fluctuations spread outward from Yang Jianxi's place, it was hard to imagine that Yang Jianxi's body under this appearance could still exude such a strong blood qi, Yang Jianxi's whole body was mechanized and the crackling sound was the sound of bones and bones wearing.

Yang Jianxi opened his mouth, and even his mouth was full of black-red flames that were about to burst out, and his hoarse voice was terrifying and also revealed evil spirits.

"Yiyi! I ...... Enchanted. ”

Jumping down, in a frightened but short-lived cry of help, witnessing that this is Yang Jinxi's place of becoming a demon. The wind and sand scavenging group, who had just recovered from the rampaging of the demon tiger last night, could not have imagined that Yang Jianxi would come again, like a killing god, sucking blood and soul unscrupulously, Alpha crawled on the sand and gravel not far away, looking at the scarlet-ridden Yang Jianxi trembling, and even those eyes were full of terror that could make his soul tremble, she dared to be willing As long as she dared to show her head, she would definitely have no chance to live, even a little.

Who has never killed someone, the basic rule of this world is to either kill or be killed, cultivate to gold, in some small places is already an omnipotent existence, through the gap between the sand and stones, Berta's eyes widened and stared at Yang Jianxi, who was unstoppable on the field, as if killing was no longer a thing in Yang Jianxi's hands, it was a game, a game that could be enjoyed.

"Am I crying? I didn't shed tears. I'm shaking? No, I'm not afraid. Yang Jianxi was casually harvesting cheap life, his mouth was intermittently confiding in a slurred voice, and the shadow-like yin and yang locks were also blood-red all over his body at the moment, dripping down with the delicious nectar in Yang Jianxi's eyes.

Holy Light Continent, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple seven color bloodlines, naturally there are seven colors of blood, with red blood as the most basic, in fact, the corresponding color of each blood vein has red in the blood, but with the higher the level of the bloodline, the more basic red that exists in the blood is also covered, the less remains, legend has purple bloodlines and some like angels, demon bloodlines, these bloodlines do not contain red.

Is this the case, Yang Jinxi doesn't know, what he is doing now is to run the Immortal Yin and Yang Sutra at the moment of ending a life, absorb the filthy soul, and extract the essence of blood when the blood is splashing everywhere. Leaving the humble also universal red.

The blood of this body is dried up, and the soul is depleted, "I don't want to kill indiscriminately, but this world can't tolerate me comfortably, so there is only one thing that will be successful and ten thousand bones will wither!"

In the midst of the wails, Yang Jianxi's body became full at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a balloon that was inflating, his facial features gradually became like a person, and the black hair was terrifying from the scalp to the outside.

The body is full of blood red flowing, it is a newborn who has just metamorphosed from a pool of blood,

The Yin and Yang lock surrounded Yang Jianxi, as if there was life, he took the initiative to kill a dwarf with a speed below the silver level, and he couldn't even make a voice calling for help, life was so fragile and cheap, at least at this moment in Yang Jianxi's eyes.

All the way forward with red, no one can stop him. The silver fighter is vulnerable, the silver fighter is vulnerable, maybe the gold fighter can temporarily make Yang Jinxi stop trampling on life, but in such a terrifying state, who would want to be the first bird to die in the hands of Yang Jinxi.