"Xiaotang——!" Tianlan shouted. He was just concentrating on dealing with the enemy in front of him, and he didn't notice that Xiaotang was entangled by another dead tree man. Xiaotang Samsung's strength was not enough to blow his head, and he couldn't fight for a long time, and was finally successfully attacked by a Qingshanzhai man and knocked him out.

The Qingshan Cottage man is normal, seeing Xiaotang is quite a bit beautiful, knowing that the owner of the village likes such a chick, he picked up the unconscious Xiaotang and ran back, ready to invite credit.

Tianlan was furious, her fists clenched, and her pupils were red.

It was the first time he had ever been angry, and he had been able to maintain his peace of mind no matter what had happened, even when his life was threatened. But Xiaotang is his forbidden body, and moving Xiaotang is equivalent to piercing his sky!

"Get out of the ——!" Tianlan is really angry this time, there are really few things that can make him angry in this world, and it just so happens that there is one thing about Xiaotang. Now he doesn't care what dark warlock is not a dark warlock, and if he touches Xiaotang's finger, he will exchange his life for it!

Countless whirlwinds are raging, the four-star whirlwind technique, no matter what kind of enemy there is, those Qingshan Zhai people and the mercenaries who didn't escape are all stirred into pulp, and the dead can't die anymore. He used to have good intentions and didn't take people's lives easily, but that doesn't mean that he is easy to bully. On the contrary, he is like a silent volcano. He is gentle, but this refers to him usually. And now, he will be a nightmare for the enemy.

If you kill, you will never be soft!

These people, they all deserve to die!

Qingshanzhai is destined to be over from this moment!

The scattered whirlwind was not enough to deal with the Dead Tree Man, and two Dead Tree Man stood in front of him.

"I said, get out of here, you half-finished products!" Without hesitation, seven wind blasts were fired, blasting the heads of seven dead tree men with incredible skill.

He has done all the things that matter to the seven points of the heart, and to control seven hundred and fifteen whirlwinds at the same time. No matter how flexible the wisp of a dead tree is, it is an unconscious dead thing, how can it be compared to Tianlan's precise control?

Tianlan didn't even look at the pile of rotten wood that fell to the ground, and ran straight forward, which was a line faster than his fastest speed.

"Tianlan!" Ye Yi escaped from the Great Whirlwind Technique in embarrassment, and just wanted to scold a few words, but saw a tragic situation, flesh and blood flying, dozens of times more terrifying than the previous scene! He was stunned on the spot, his stomach churned, if it weren't for his mind being quite firm, he would have fainted directly when he encountered such a scene for the first time.

He heard Xiaotang's scream just now and knew that the situation was critical. He didn't want anything to happen to that cute girl. However, just as he was about to step forward to help, he happened to see Tianlan solve all the dead tree people in one go, and he was even more surprised. By the time he came to his senses, Tianlan had already gone a long way. He had no choice but to scream helplessly and speed up to catch up.

The scenery on both sides quickly retreated, and Tianlan galloped down the road. His mental power has been chasing Xiaotang, but because he was stopped just now, the man ran away for a long time, and he couldn't catch up for a while. No matter how strong his mental power is, the scope of extension is also limited, he must keep up quickly, and he must not let Xiaotang have an accident.

Every second, every second passed so slowly, the sound in his ears as he galloped was gradually replaced by the sound of fighting, there was no one to save in front of him, only someone to kill!

The murderous aura gradually rises...... The pure blue light on his body seemed to be dyed a little black and red......

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Qingshanzhai is not far from the place of the incident, only separated by a hill. It is said to be a cottage, but in fact it is just a wooden broken village built by dozens of low-level warriors, and there is a sentry station standing guard at a high place.

Suddenly, a man from Qingshanzhai with a woman on his back came galloping over, and the police guard opened the door for him, jokingly: "Scud, aren't you going to carry out the plan?

The man smiled: "Don't talk nonsense, this is for the boss." I won't tell you more, I'll go in first!"

Less than two minutes later, another person appeared between the mountain paths. This person is dressed in white and has long flowing hair, and he is handsome. The sentry's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that there was such a handsome man in this world, and a strong jealousy swelled up at the same time.

He was condescending and said, "Who are you? What are you doing? It's okay to go away! Otherwise, don't blame the master for being polite!"

The young man in white looked up at the big banner with the words "Qingshan Village" written on it, his eyes were cold, as if the darkness buried deep in his heart was about to pour out and engulf everything in front of him. The sentry suddenly shuddered for no apparent reason, and it seemed that the temperature had suddenly dropped.

Two cyan rays of light flashed away, one hit the flagpole, the wooden flagpole broke at the root, and the big flag with the Qingshan Cottage slowly fell, and the other hit the throat of the police sentry, and he didn't react at all. Wide-eyed, he fell straight down. And the last picture he saw in his life was the slowly falling village flag, and then he realized that the young man in front of him was not the person he was qualified to envy at all.

With a "boom", the door broke in response.

"Who?" "What's going on?" "Why is the gate broken?" A man heard the voice and came out, only to see a young man in white walking in angrily. He didn't have any weapons in his hands, but everyone shuddered, as if they were being targeted by a demon.

Qingshanzhai is a small village that has not been established for a long time, the number of people is not much, only dozens of people, most of them are some low-end warriors who have no background, and it is difficult to beg for food in the city, so they started to rob the house under the call of the owner of the village.

Weak, too weak.

At a glance, he knew that most of the people here were martial artists, not even martial artists, and it seemed that the group of people who had just participated in the robbery of the Chamber of Commerce were already the elite here. The rest of the people are a little bit stronger than the old and weak women and children.

The murderous aura seemed to have spread out uncontrollably, and the air was filled with a suffocating chill. Tianlan didn't use spiritual coercion, just the murderous aura that was stirred up was enough to make these people lose their fighting intent. With a bang, I don't know who didn't hold the weapon and fell to the ground, which was like a fuse, and soon many people threw away their armor and fled to the exit, and even more couldn't even stand, and sat down directly on the ground.

But it didn't work, because no one could escape!

Suddenly, countless whirlwinds swept in, and the tiny blades in the whirlwind made each wind a killing weapon. It's useless to hide anywhere, these wooden houses are like tofu when they encounter a great whirlwind.

In just an instant, the entire cottage was almost razed to the ground, and the livestock and people let out terrible screams. However, the heart-rending scream was drowned out in the blink of an eye by the furious wind.

The cyan wind gradually changed color, and became a blood-red color, which was the color of blood...... What caught my eye was pieces of flying flesh and blood, and red blood mist floating in the air.

The color of blood and red was so delicious, the white-clothed young man standing in the center of the whirlwind didn't seem to see the desperate eyes of those who were about to die, nor did he hear their cries before they died. The blood on the ground became a red stream, the flying pieces of flesh turned into a rain of blood, and even the scorching sun was dyed a bewitching red, losing its former brilliance. Only, his white clothes are still as white as the moon, spotless, like a hibiscus out of the water, which is so abrupt in this bloody scene, glowing with a terrifying beauty.