Chapter 133: The Death of the Cold Dance (4)

"Don't!"

Han Wu's heart trembled, and he wanted to stop it, but the sword demon had already raised his hand slightly, and a red magic array lit up under his feet, and a murderous aura spread, and began to entangle the villagers who could be relied on.

Suddenly, these villagers who were entangled by this strange aura all let out a howl of pain, and their eyes turned red and weird. Seeing this situation, Han Wu secretly said that it was not good, and wanted to rush over to interrupt the Sword Demon, but it was too late!

"This gift is called, Fear!"

The red magic array shone brightly, and after several villagers howled in pain, there was a spasm. Immediately afterward, they pounced on the villagers around them and devoured them fiercely.

"You demon, stop it!" Han Wu looked at this tragic scene, his heart trembled violently, and boundless anger surged. Immediately, she rushed towards the sword demon without thinking about it, and raised her hand to perform the demon fighting technique, Jian Hong.

The sword demon didn't care, and waved his hand gently, and a powerful force shook the cold sword rainbow away, and even she herself was swept out of the sword and smashed heavily to the ground.

Han Wu looked horrified, she didn't expect this man's strength to be so strong, several times stronger than Philip, with her current strength, she was not the opponent of the other party at all!

"Do you know the way? The most beautiful thing in this world is the emotion that comes out of extreme fear. Therefore, this beautiful feast, you should take a good look at it! The Sword Demon said coldly.

The villagers howled and struggled in pain, and the blood stained this small village, which had been peaceful just a moment ago, and turned this small village into a hideous and terrifying hell like Shura. However, the bites of the villagers were just the beginning, and after they were bitten, they got up again and threw themselves at another normal person.

"For what? You're just trying to snatch back the sword of Shura, why do you want to hurt the innocent? Han Wu couldn't bear it, staring at the sword demon deadly, her voice became deeper and lower, and her heart gradually became cold, her only hope now was the fierce sword behind her, only it could give herself the strength to fight with this man.

"Not bad! My main purpose this time is for the Sword of Shura, but just taking the Sword of Shura back is very tedious. Before that, why not be able to enjoy such a beautiful picture? The Sword Demon's eyes shone with a strange red glow, allowing Han Wu to feel his feverish mood, as if the terrifying scene happening in front of him was something that could make him feel happy.

"Help!"

"Mom, I want Mom ......"

"Dad, why do you want to bite Mom...... Yes! No! ”

"Please, God of Light, save us?"

……

All kinds of terrible cries echoed in Han Wu's ears, and terrifying scenes were staged in front of her eyes, she remembered the tragedy of the sandworm village, her heart trembled violently, and her eyes gradually turned red.

Suddenly, a strange voice echoed in her mind, "Come, sell me your soul, and I will give you great power!" ”

At this time, a man crawled to the feet of the sword demon, and he shouted hoarsely, "Please, save me!" ”

However, the Sword Demon was not moved at all, he glanced at the man lightly, and a flame from the underworld rose, directly burning the man to ashes.