"Whew, whew!"

Walking through the mountains and wilderness, his gasping for breath showed his declining physical state and turbulent state of mind.

Leng Lao can accompany the evil emperor for decades, although he is only a servant in name, but his martial arts are not less guided by the evil emperor, and he is not visible on weekdays, but Bu Jingyun can feel his strength.

Before he learned the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique", he was by no means Leng Lao's opponent, and after learning the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique", he broke off the idea of trying Leng Lao's kung fu.

Without him, Leng Lao never concentrated on cleaning on the side when he practiced swords in the gate of life and death, and never threw even a glance at him. It seems that the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" is not in the eyes of this old man at all, and when he practiced the sword, the sword qi overflowing between the moves could not blow Leng Lao's half of his clothes at all, which showed that the other party was unfathomable.

And such an unfathomable old man was cut off by someone with a broom (broom) in hand, shattered his sternum, and died. And the two did not destroy a single stalactite in the cave during the fight, which was even more shocking.

He knew that this time he was looking for an opponent who was ten or a hundred times more powerful than the Absolute Godless, and his own strength was full of rounding up and then applying oil to his own face to be worthy of a hand of the Absolute Godless.

He is not surprised that there is such a powerful person in this world, and he is not afraid to confront the other party, he is just worried about whether his junior brother and the second dream have fallen into the hands of the other party, and what has become of him at this moment.

"Shakti!"

He shouted, startling the flocks of mountain birds.

It was a completely aimless search, and he couldn't expect Shakti to stay near the Gate of Life and Death, he just wanted to find some clues to show him the way.

Soon, he found a pool of blood in the woods, and a woodcutter's body collapsed next to the bloodstain, and a white fragment of clothing hung in the woodcutter's arms.

Bu Jingyun recognized that this was the fabric on Nie Feng's body, and he could even tell that this was part of the hem of Nie Feng's left side.

But his brow furrowed even tighter.

The woodcutter had a knife wound on his body, which was neatly divided into two almost broken sections from his shoulder to abdomen, and he recognized this knife wound, because not long ago, Nie Feng had swung a knife move that could cause such a knife wound in front of him countless times, and the thin layer of ice at the wound made him look very familiar.

The killing move is Nie Feng's trick, and the killing knife is the Snow Drinking Crazy Knife.

This was only the first deceased, bypassing the woodcutter's side, using the woodcutter - the door of life and death to connect a line as the direction of travel, Bu Jingyun soon found the second, third, and fourth victims.

Slowly, his face began to change color, and when he followed the line all the way to a small village, even he couldn't help but tremble as he was known as the "Grim Reaper Who Doesn't Cry Death".

Blood!

Blood everywhere!

Flesh-and-blood corpses, flesh-and-blood corpses, flesh-and-blood stone paths, and flesh-and-blood bamboo buildings.

It was like stepping into a slaughterhouse.

"Senior Brother Feng!"

Along the way, the death of the victims ranged from a clean knife to a later indiscriminate dismemberment, and the ice on the wounds of the deceased changed from thick to thin, from there to nothing, and the state of mind of the killer can be seen.

If he could, Bu Jingyun would have firmly believed that someone had stolen Nie Feng's Snow Drinking Crazy Knife and imitated his not difficult knife technique to blame him, but at this moment, the figure standing with his back to Bu Jingyun among the corpses, looking up intoxicated, breathing blood, ruthlessly shattered all of Bu Jingyun's convictions in an instant.

He was the only butcher in the slaughterhouse, the mountains and forests were his slaughterhouses, the villages were also his slaughterhouses, and the whole world was only a slightly larger slaughterhouse for him.

He is the demon of the world.

When Bu Jingyun saw him turn around, when Bu Jingyun met those very evil eyes, he could no longer shout the words "Senior Brother Feng".

When the words reached the throat, what was ushered in was the shadow of the sword and sword.

"Phew!"

The sword as white as snow slashed at the jet-black Shengmo's sword, one with his head held high, and the other knelt on the ground.

"Whew!"

Bu Jingyun had never been in such a situation, his sword, his arms, his back, every muscle in his body was trembling, and the weight and unspeakable cold were pervasive as they slanted down the pale blade. He could clearly feel that his internal force was sluggish under the invasion of this cold air, as numb as the soles of his feet that could not be kept warm in the cold world.

If you continue like this, you'll die!

Bu Jingyun knew this very well, and in an instant, no less than ten ways to get out of trouble and resolve it had already been born in his heart, but those hands that were whiter than knives and miserable only slightly exerted force to reject all his methods.

He never knew that Nie Feng's strength could be so great, just as he never knew that Nie Feng would do such a brutal slaughter to ordinary people.

Enchanted!

The word flashed through his mind, but before he could figure out what it meant, he was punched in the chest.

Bu Jingyun certainly couldn't tolerate this stalemate, and Nie Feng couldn't bear it even more.

He wanted to release all the red and heat that existed under the skin and flesh of Bu Jingyun, and he was extremely urgent.

"Poof!"

Bu Jingyun was directly kicked away, and at this moment, he couldn't hear the whistling and upside-down wind in his ears, he couldn't feel the sharp pain in his chest that pierced the bone marrow, and he couldn't see the knife light that Nie Feng immediately chased.

His gaze lifted and floated slightly, and he landed on a figure in a blood-soaked pavilion over several bamboo slabs.

The figure was wrapped in a black robe, and the only face that should be exposed wore an ice and jade mask.

Shakti!

Compared to this name and this figure, Nie Feng's knife, the wounds on his body, and the mountains of corpses and blood all over the ground were all overshadowed.

One name is enough to crush the ages and stir up a thousand waves.

Anger!

Bu Jingyun's eyes were suddenly filled with anger, and a trace of red intent flashed on his left arm, and at the last moment, the unicorn arm actually blocked his chest on its own.

"Dang!"

The snow drink mad knife slashed on the Qilin arm, and the sound of gold and iron colliding was like a collision, and after a knife, there was an extra white mark on the Qilin arm, and Bu Jingyun used the power of this knife to reflexively escape.

There are mountains around the Gate of Life and Death, and the standard configuration of the Hidden World Sect is that it is not easy for people to find, and he jumped up a mountain, but before he could run halfway up the mountain, he was chased by Nie Feng.

"Dang!"

This time it was a collision of swords and swords, and Bu Jingyun felt that the peerless sword was almost flying out of his hand.

"Phew!"

Retreating I don't know how many steps back it will take to dissolve the strength of this knife, Bu Jingyun simply slammed himself into the mountain wall, and used a mental method to transfer the power of Nie Feng's knife to the mountain wall.

"Bones!"

It doesn't count for a while.

"Senior Brother Feng!"

Since the Evil Emperor was topped from the beginning, Bu Jingyun was mistaken for a child.

He didn't realize the "Cloud Ten" sword way, nor did he know the guidance of "if you want to get rid of the demon heart, first get rid of the demon eye", and he didn't have the dragon bone, a weapon to suppress evil spirits, to help him suppress Nie Feng first.

So now he is beaten like a sandbag, and this "Senior Brother Feng" can be described as one word and one blood.

But now, even if it is useless to shout "Senior Brother Feng", "Master Feng", or even "Master Feng", Nie Feng will not listen at all.

Now that I shout, maybe it's a little bit useful to only have one sentence, two words and a mood particle:

"Help!!!"