The bloodthirsty sword, like a downpour of rain and thunder, smashed down and froze above everyone's heads. Each sword carries a mysterious and powerful power, and the cultivation of Rao is Yunshan and the others also struggled not a bit after being locked by the sword wrapped in blood.

The sword, hanging above your head, can only be watched, watching it open its bloody mouth like a devil, sucking the blood of your body dry bit by bit, there is no pain before death, but fear fills every nerve, what is more torturous than such a way of death?

Feng Duwu was dressed in red clothes fluttering, and the phoenix eyes that flashed with demonic red glow looked down coldly at the people of the Five Sects, watching them being sucked dry of their essence and blood by the magic sword without any resistance, and looking at these people who had driven her into a desperate situation and despised the people she cared about, but now they were like ants, and she only needed to move her fingers to crush them to death.

Her heart didn't have a trace of happiness, just because the Ruyu prince who gave her warmth would never come back, if she didn't care about so many gains and losses, and released the sword soul earlier, it wouldn't be like this for a qiē, and it wouldn't be like this for a qiē......

The pain gnawed at her heart little by little.

Hate, inch by inch, penetrates her soul.

Hands, clenched into fists.

The vitality turned into wisps of bright red blood, wrapping her fist, and suddenly the entire Ten Thousand Poison Forest storm blew. The thick trees swayed helplessly like weak grass in the storm, and they looked vulnerable.

"Ten thousand swords pierce the heart!" Indifferent and cold.

With a wave of the bright red water sleeve, a blood-colored streamer was drawn in the sky.

The sword on the heads of Yunshan and the others suddenly flashed red, turning into an innumerable rain of swords in their widening pupils, shooting down towards them with a brush, one by one piercing their atrium, and the fragile heart endured strong impacts again and again, that kind of crushing pain, it seemed that they had endured it ten thousand times before they completely lost consciousness. However, before they lost consciousness, they clearly felt their Yuan Fetus or Yuan Infant and their ** pop apart.

The bloody aura permeated with the shattered body, dyeing the purple-black poisonous gas of the Ten Thousand Poison Forest red.

"Ding!"

At this time, a subtle voice suddenly sounded, which was captured by Feng Duwu's keen ear, and her cold and ruthless gaze fell on the source of the sound, just in time to see Feng Wuji being cornered by a short sword, and a silver bell fell from his body.

"Wu'er, this is the birthday gift given to you by the eldest brother, this is called Qianliyin, you and I have one for each person. As long as we are on the same land, we are thousands of miles apart, as long as you shake it. I can also find you, and if you are in danger in the future, or miss your eldest brother, you will use him to sue your eldest brother. ”

A familiar voice crossed his mind, Feng Duwu raised his hand and waved, a blood-red vitality shot towards Feng Wuji, and the short sword was only an inch away from Feng Wuji's heart, and was stopped by Feng Duwu.

Feng Wuji, who was already preparing to meet death, suddenly felt something strange, and looked at the vitality that contained the short sword, the woman in red seemed to be bathed in blood light, he couldn't see her face clearly, but he suddenly felt that cold and piercing gaze was extremely familiar.

Feng Duwu raised his jade hand, and the short sword flew to the left, knocking down the short sword that was shooting at Gongsun Jiuniang and Pei Xin. She didn't want to kill Feng Wuji, but she couldn't just let Feng Wuji go, otherwise Feng Wuji and even the Feng family would become the target of public criticism. Although she has no feelings for the Feng family, since she has used the body of the original owner, she has the responsibility to repay the original owner.

Letting go of Gongsun Jiuniang and Pei Xin, Ke Feng's eyes fell on Yun Yang, who fell to the ground, and the bloodthirsty seemed to look at a dead person again.

With a soft stroke of his fingertips, a small sword as small as a woman's hairpin condensed in mid-air, the sword was like a blood forged and the whole body was flowing with bright red liquid, and with a flick of the two fingers, the small sword turned into a little light that sucked into the cow's hair and shot down, and it sank into his body in Yun Yang's frightened gaze. Then, his internal organs were cut by countless blades, and the wound cracked open inch by inch from the inside out.

The sword flew and the flesh splattered.

The cruel methods made Gongsun Jiuniang and the others turn pale and tremble when they looked at them.

Yun Yang was cut into a pile of flesh and blood with a knife in this way, until his silver-white light Yuan Fetus rose, and he wanted to escape, but was grabbed by Feng Duwu's five fingers and caught close.

Holding Yun Yang's Yuan Fetus in the palm of his hand, watching him continue to struggle, Feng Duwu's bright red eyes were bloody, and his five fingers were pinched.

Click, as crisp as an eggshell being crushed, Yun Yang's yuan tire turned into minced.

Feng Duwu slowly opened his five fingers, letting the shattered Yuan Fetus drift away with the wind.

There were only four or five people left, and Feng Duwu withdrew the blood sword. Without glancing at Feng Wuji and the others, he jumped forward, turned into a bloody light, and disappeared into the sky.

In the 614th year of Xingyao, on November 17, this day became a nightmare for everyone in the Xingyao Dynasty, and the five Xingyao Sects and the Yun family that dominated the entire Cangyun Continent were wiped out in one day.

Talking about this shocking massacre, no one knows the specific process, even the survivors of the Five Sects can only say that it is a woman in red with a bloody sword in her hand, the woman's appearance, the woman's characteristics, no one can say clearly, as if it is a wisp of wandering soul with a vague face, which came unconsciously and disappeared quietly.

Only the blood left behind, enough to condense into a river.

After destroying the Yun family again, Feng Duwu's heart suddenly hurt. Almost instinctively, she thought of her children, and she used her fastest speed in the direction of the guide.

Mother and son are connected, at this time in the sky of the stars and moon, His Royal Highness is indeed facing the deadliest threat.

The five elders of the five sects, in the shape of a plum blossom, besieged the little highness in the center, the thick vitality hit the eggshell, the purple vitality has illuminated the eggshell, you can clearly see that the little highness in the eggshell is pressed by a bright plum blossom-shaped seal, Rao is the little highness desperately resisted, and the seal was also pressed down inch by inch.

Even if the eggshell is indestructible, there is almost no power in the world that can destroy the dragon eggshell, but it can also seal the dragon soul in the eggshell, once sealed, even if the dragon soul is not destroyed, it is extremely difficult to grow again. Moreover, it is a little highness who is only less than a month old, and once it is sealed, it is almost like a waste. Therefore, the five elders have already begun to dry up despite their vitality, and they have to fight hard not to seal His Royal Highness.

His Royal Highness injured his vitality because he used the Heavenly Mandate Fire in vain, and these five were already masters of the Divine Cultivation Realm, and when he was at his most vulnerable, he bumped into these five old things that didn't want to die, and after a fight, he was already tired.

[For the last chapter yesterday, I'm sorry, the first time I got it, the chapter was repeated, Jin said that if it is modified, it will affect the readers of the reader, so it can only be like this, I want everyone to say I'm sorry, and I will definitely be more careful in the future]