Yun Mo swept away violently, although there was not the slightest qi exposed, but it gave people the feeling that it was unstoppable to destroy the mountains and mountains.

The bloody man raised his hand again, and a blood-red ray of light shot out from his fingers, and almost instantly came to Yun Mo's body.

Yun Mo's head was sideways, and the light grazed his head dangerously, and a strand of broken hair on his sideburns touched the light and quietly broke, and the red light easily pierced through an ancient tree that could only be hugged by three big men, and left a hole the size of a finger in the chest of a cultivator, disappearing into the snowy world.

Fang Miao, who finally recovered from the shock, hissed and shouted, "Run, run away!"

There were less than 100 people who survived, and almost all of them were injured, but as soon as they heard Fang Miao's words, they all didn't care about their injuries and fled back frantically.

The battlefield where the great powers of the Spirit Void Realm will fall is no longer something that people like them have the qualifications and abilities to bring down.

Walking to the west exit is the work of tying your head to the waistband of your trousers, although these people have long had the consciousness of throwing their lives in this dark forest, but when death really comes, whether it is a young man with a scar on his face, or an old man like Fang Miao, he has no courage to face it.

The cold and biting wind blew on his face, like a knife, Fang Miao inhaled and exhaled, his throat seemed to drink a sip of the strongest knife burning wine in the Demon Domain, and it seemed to be burning, hot, even if a cold wind blew into his throat, it could not alleviate this painful burning sensation in the slightest.

Out of the corner of his eye, Fang Miao glanced at the fat man with a painful expression next to him, named Chow Tai Fook, who owed a lot of gambling debts, and was forced by the creditor to find himself, and asked for such a rewarding but extremely risky job.

In fact, if you are not forced by life, who would want to come to this dark forest that eats people and does not spit out bones?

Fang Miao thought about these things, and unconsciously fell a few steps behind, but at this moment, Zhou Tai Fook in front of him suddenly dropped a little shorter for no reason, Fang Miao felt a sigh in his heart, and suddenly gave birth to an extremely ominous feeling.

When he looked down slightly, he was suddenly scared into white sweat.

Chow Tai Fook, whose knees had been cut off in unison, had his feet submerged in the snow, blood spurted out from the neat break, and the upper body of Chow Tai Fook, who had lost his feet, maintained a running posture because of inertia, and rushed out five or six zhang in the air, only then did he realize that something was wrong, looked down, and suddenly his eyes were round, and then he fell to the ground and rolled out more than ten zhang in the blood.

The same thing happened to these desperate fleeers.

However, some had their feet cut off, some had their shoulders dropped, some had their waists cut off, and some had their heads cut in two.

In the blink of an eye, more than 60 people running in front of them all died.

The deaths of these people were different, but without exception, the wound fracture was very smooth and bright, like a mirror.

Fang Miao hurriedly stopped, looked in front of him in horror, only to find that between the dense forests, there were lines of blood as thin as hair, crisscrossing and crisscrossing like spider webs.

Fang Miao felt a chill in his heart, and pulled out his waist knife and slashed at a blood line in front of him, but what made him desperate was that the sharp blade that blew his hair and broke his hair was like paper paste, breaking in half in an instant, the incision was extremely smooth, and the blood line did not move at all.

At this moment, in the snow, three bloody people came out, located in three directions, east, west and south, plus the bloody man who was fighting with Yun Mo, just forming a situation of encirclement.

Up to now, if you can't guess who is blocking you, then he Fang Miao really deserves to die, at the end of the battle of Hangu Pass, Kuzhu was defeated by Yun Mo, and finally the blood of hundreds of thousands of people in the entire Hangu Pass gathered in a big pit, condensed into four blood people and a blood sedan chair.

However, he has a few catties and a few taels, Fang Miao is very clear, he is a character who is far less than the lower than the above, even if it is a hundred and a thousand piled together, he can't get into the eyes of the bitter bamboo.

Then the only reason lies in these two hidden employers.

But it's a pity that the mysterious and terrifying bitter bamboo doesn't seem to intend to let go of his people.

Fang Miao sat in the snow, her heart like ashes.

Against this terrifying bloody person, where do they have any chance of winning?

This old connoisseur who has gone through more than 20 years of wind and waves, and is accustomed to seeing life and death, closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the moment when death came.

After living for half a lifetime, when he was dying, he regretted that he couldn't marry a mother-in-law earlier and leave an incense inheritance for the Fang family.

But after waiting for a long time, I couldn't find anything unusual.

Fang Miao opened his eyes a little confused, and was immediately stunned.

As far as the eye could see, there were flying swords with white handles, all of which were condensed by snowflakes, densely packed.

The four bloody men were already standing together, carrying a bloody sedan chair that made people's scalps tingle when they looked at it.

"Brother Miao, I can't help you in this matter, and the Kendo Sect will compensate for your losses. ”

The voice of the young man surnamed Yun sounded, and then dozens of snowflake flying swords stopped Fang Miao and the others and flew into the air.

There was the sound of whirring and breaking the air in his ears, Fang Miao was like a drunken dream, and in a trance, he muttered the three words of the Sword Dao Sect, and then exclaimed violently, "The Sword Dao Sect, the young man surnamed Yun, Yun Mo!"

Yun Mo looked at the blood sedan chair, his eyes were silent, and he couldn't see the slightest emotion.

There was a soft sigh from the blood sedan chair, followed by a hoarse voice that couldn't distinguish between men and women, "I should have thought a long time ago, in the whole world, there is only you who can unravel the blood poison for the surnamed Yun, except for the stinky woman of Xue Huaji, my dear brother!"

As soon as the voice fell, the sedan curtain was lifted, and a person came out of it, it was Kuzhu.

"Brother Kuzhu!" Seeing this scene, Bitter Xin couldn't help but tremble for a while, and his eyes were wet, but the next moment, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "No, you are not Kuzhu!"

His brother wasn't like that, it was a kind of blood instinct on his part.

"Who can I be if I'm not Kuzhu?" Kuzhu stepped forward, "Big brother, what's wrong with you? Why don't you recognize me as a brother, why do you stand with the surnamed Yun!"

The bitter voice became colder and colder, "Ghost Mirror, return my brother!"

His right hand jerked forward and slapped his palm on the bitter bamboo's head.

This sudden blow was too fast, too powerful, and there was a faint sound of an ape crying and tiger roaring in his palm, before this powerful palm, Kuzhu seemed to be frightened, and he didn't dodge or resist.

A palm on the skull.

With a huge force, Kuzhu's head fell back, and with a click, his neck broke, hanging from the head like a thick noodle.

The surging palm made the trees behind the bitter bamboo fall and the snow blew up.

If it is an ordinary person, the back of the head is already attached to the back, and there is no possibility of survival, but Kuzhu is still standing, stretching out his hands, holding his head, and then placing it on his neck, twisting his neck, looking at Bitter Heart evilly, his voice is hoarse, "Brother, when did you become so rude?"

Painstaking took a deep breath, the momentum of his whole body suddenly increased, gusts of wind blew around his body, snow fell, and ancient trees fell, but the clothes on his body were immovable.

Yun Mo secretly sighed in his heart, this painstaking effort still has such ability.

"Nine Shades Seal!"

Runes were born from under the painstaking feet, like living creatures, climbing up his feet, forming a chain of runes, entwining his whole person.

Kuzhu's eyes instantly turned blood-red.

Without saying a word, he rushed over like lightning.

A punch slammed into the door of the painstaking face.

At the last moment, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the fierce fist, and where the palm fist touched, there was a hissing sound, and a puff of white smoke came out.

Those runes attached to Bitter Heart's body, like a smart little snake, crawled along the palm of Bitter Bamboo to the top of Kuzhu's arm, the skin of Kuzhu's right arm burned into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye, and under the skin was not muscles and meridians, but pure jet-black blood.

The seal quickly sank into the blood.

Kuzhu let out a howl that was not like a human voice, and pulled back his arm irritably, but he was held by painstakingly and couldn't break free. >