Chapter 1865: God of Killing IV

Any woman would be frightened when she saw a head at her feet, but Ji Shuyun didn't care about the head at her feet, a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at a piece of blood red for a moment, like a person dancing with a dragon. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info[燃^文^书库][]. [774] [buy]. []

His white robe, fluttering, shuttled back and forth in a pool of intense blood, but it was not stained with dust, not dripping with blood, like a white lotus that broke out of filth.

He didn't hold any weapons in his hand, but he was like a god of death reaping the lives of everyone!

His expression is ancient, but in a flick of his eyes and a frown, he has already dominated life and death!

Thick blood, sprinkled all over the ground.

Soaked in yellow sand and moistened with gravel, in this uninhabited land, splashing ink and spraying furiously, painted a shocking picture.

It's just that this brush is a person, it is splashing ink and blood, and this artistic conception is killing......

This writer is a demon!

"Ahh

"Don't—run away! Run! ”

"Help!"

……

The transition from predator to prey is only a moment.

The people who were still shouting frantically just now were left with a panicked appearance in an instant, fleeing in all directions, and they couldn't imagine that the little sheep in the last second would be a demon in sheep's clothing.

Watching his people fall one after another, the blood not only spilled all over the next door, but also scalded the hearts of these kings galloping on the Gobi.

Let their long-standing belief collapse at this moment.

It turns out that what they think is strong is just a ridiculous tragedy in the eyes of others.

The man at the head looked at everything in front of him in a daze, and the people who wanted to protect his people were then beheaded by Jun Wuji, and their heads were separated, and they died without looking at them.

He roared angrily, holding his long knife, wanting his enemy, but before he could even reach Jun Wuji's side, he was violently overturned by the terrifying wave of qi and slammed into the Gobi.

The bones of the whole body were shattered by this strong internal force, and there was no power to fight back, like a dead dog being shot to death on the beach.

He was so weak that he watched his people being killed one by one, and his fresh life turned into corpses in an instant, and he could only roar hysterically: "Stop!" Stop it! Hurry up and stop—"

Stop it?!

How could Jun Wuji stop and mercilessly strangle those who rushed up, like a bloody god of war, so cold that it was outrageous!

He pinched it with his bare hands, and a tall and strong man of more than one meter and eight meters suddenly moved, and was sucked into Jun Wuji's hand like a piece of paper.

His eyes were terrified and trembling, but he couldn't resist the outcome of death.

The head was crooked, the throat bone was crushed, and there was no breath in the moment.

With a flick of his hand, the big man was thrown onto the pile of corpses.

One ...... after another After Jun Wuji killed those who had bad intentions towards Ji Shuyun one by one, he didn't plan to stop his actions, and killed all the way to the place where those old people, women, and children were.

For Jun Wuji at this moment, these people are not weak, but wicked people with ill intentions towards Ji Shuyun!

Can't stay!

Can't stay!

In this world, anyone who can threaten Ji Shuyun can't stay!

Kill!

Kill!

"No-don't-"

"Don't-don't-don't kill them-don't-"

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