"Yuge, are you looking for death!" Xu Changfeng walked in front of him step by step, his face as cold as February frost was obviously full of murderous intent, Liang Yan was really his weakness.

Yu Ge turned his eyes to look at Bu Yuan Zhenren who fell to the ground, and smiled reluctantly: "If the Valley of Forgetfulness is going to die, what am I still alive for?" ”

"Good!" Xu Changfeng nodded vigorously, and just as he wanted to make a move, he heard a heart-rending "Changfeng!" from behind! ”

It was the voice of the moon.

Xu Changfeng's hand stopped in mid-air, turned back with cold eyes, and swept her eyes lightly: "You guys go, I won't kill you." ”

"No......" Yingyue ran over and grabbed his hand, "You...... Aren't you already well? How so? How could it be ......"

Xu Changfeng shook his arm lightly and broke away from her: "At that time, I was locked up. At this point, I volunteered. ”

After Xu Changfeng finished speaking, he turned his eyes: "Yingyue, I won't kill you, let's go with Moshan!" Forget the valley, I will not let it go! ”

Yingyue still didn't want to believe it, and she couldn't believe that Xu Changfeng would become like this.

"We're not leaving." Mo Shan walked over and took Yingyue's hand, "Master, since you were once the head of the Valley of Forgetfulness, you should know that the disciples of the Valley of Forgetfulness will never escape." ”

"If you can't do it, then I'll do it." Sui Yun didn't know when he was already standing behind them, and his sudden opening surprised both of them.

Xu Changfeng frowned slightly, and then returned to his indifferent expression, his lips opened slightly, and he said a faint "whatever".

These two faint words, in Moshan and Yingyue, sounded like earth-shattering thunder, unbelievable.

When Suiyun was in his voice, the two sleeve winds had already tightly wrapped around Mo Shan and Yingyue, and both of them had no cultivation and had no power to resist.

"Long ...... Wind ......" Yingyue shouted to him with difficulty, and the voice was extremely harsh.

Xu Changfeng paused, then took a step forward without looking back.

He clearly heard the sound of the two of them falling to the ground, and seemed to watch them fall to the ground and die, like a demonic shock, lingering in his mind.

Xu Changfeng clenched the sword in his hand tightly and stabbed at a disciple, only to hear someone shouting: "Xiao Su Yi!" ”

Only then did Xu Changfeng see clearly that it was Xiao Su Yi who he killed, and the one who screamed was Linglong.

Linglong put her hands on either side of her cheeks and trembled uncontrollably, until An Chenglai pulled her aside and shouted at her a few times.

Xu Changfeng's hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened a little, and after a short hesitation, he pulled out the long sword and continued to stab into the body of the next person.

Such a catastrophe naturally spread to all sects and sects very quickly, and thousands of disciples gathered at the foot of the Forgetful Valley Mountain, menacing.

Sui Yun and Xu Changfeng stood on top of the cloud again, looking at the crowd below with their arms crossed, and their expressions did not fluctuate too much.

"These so-called famous and decent people have all gathered all at once." The sleeves stretched out with the clouds became the wind, covering some of the disciples, like black clouds pressed down from the sky.

"This world should belong to darkness." His sleeve swept slightly, obscuring everything in sight.

Xu Changfeng's white clothes formed the most stark contrast to him: "This is what you thought before, right?" ”

"Perhaps!" Sui Yun sighed, "It's an idea that has been buried in my heart for hundreds of years, isn't it?" This fate did not come in vain. ”

A strange smile appeared on Xu Changfeng's face.