He didn't have much disgust with the bloody hermit, but he was accustomed to it, after all, there were more cruel and inhumane punishments in the Jinyi Guard's Prison, and he had come up with it himself, and it was not surprising that he had already become accustomed to these. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But the hermit still thinks it's very strange, I heard a voice just now, why didn't it come out as soon as it came out? If the big Wanhualou doesn't even have a living person, what about Jinyiwei? What about the Nine Cities Terracotta Division? It stands to reason that no one should come over when such a big thing happens in the capital, and it's quiet outside.

Stepping on the bloodstains on the floor, the Sky Hermit walked downstairs.

After arriving at the hall, the hermit realized that the ground had become a pool of blood, and the blood was submerged in the naked feet, which was not just a few dozen lives that could shed so much blood, at least hundreds of people.

Blood can easily coagulate and be dried in the air, so if more than ten people bleed, at most it will make the blood flow out not coagulate so quickly, and the effect is not as good as one percent of the blood pool.

After walking a few steps in the direction of the door, suddenly the eyes of the hermit were full of surprise, but mixed with a hint of mixed joy.

Because, the hermit saw something.

A fan, a silk fan.

A unique fan, only one person in the capital has.

Picking up the silk fan soaked in blood, the Sky Hermit carefully examined it with wide eyes, and wiped the blood off the fan with his sleeve.

That's right, it's really hers.

Since she left, the Sky Hermit has not seen the silk fan she carried closely, and it is likely that the blowing snow is with her.

The eyes of the hermit glowed, revealing a happy expression, looking at the red-dyed silk fan in his hand, his body trembled a little; followed by his eyes, but showed a fierce and murderous look.

Blowing snow is back, who dares to kill people in Wanhualou? Where will the blowing snow be now?

The answer was already in the heart of the hermit, and he quickly rushed out of the Wanhua Building and ran in one direction.

Patriotic Mansion.

When running on the street, the hermit was shocked to find that there was not even a single figure on either side of the street, it was all depressed, not like a desert, but unmanned, just like the ancient city of Loulan that he entered in the desert.

Flee or be killed? But none of this matters anymore, and all the people in the capital combined are not as important as her; While thinking about it, the faster the pace of the hermit, it was obvious that there was not only a fierce look in his eyes, but more anxiety.

"Help!"

In the silence of the street, there was a sudden shout.

But the hermit was like being struck by lightning, standing there, not moving for half a minute; After a long time, he turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from, but his eyes burned, and his black hair faintly glowed red, and a small part of it turned into red hair.

Running quickly in the direction of the sound, faster than before, unimaginably fast, like a gust of wind.

But the hermit didn't notice it, because his whole mind was on the sound of "help".

That long-lost voice, the hermit is very sure that it is blowing snow.

The killing intent was born from the heart, filling the whole body of the Heavenly Hermit, emitting a faint blood-red smoke, which appeared from time to time.

Whoever dares to blow half a hair of snow, whether it is the king of heaven or the gods and Buddhas of the sky, I will meet the gods and kill the gods, and the Buddhas will kill the Buddhas.

At the same time as the Sky Hermit was angry, the Cold Light Knife actually appeared in his hand, also emitting blood-red smoke that came and went.

Wang Xunfu, Wang Jieliang, and Wang Jiecheng suddenly saw the hermit in front of them in an instant, and they didn't react for a while.

However, the eyes of the hermit were not on the three fathers and sons, but on Cao Zhuo, Lin Shihao and Blowing Snow.

Why, Cao Zhuo and Lin Shihao grabbed the snow?

Seeing that Blowing Xue was scarred, her mouth was gagged with cotton cloth, and she was struggling, Tianyinke's heart ached, and his whole body trembled, if it weren't for rational restraint, he would have rushed up and chopped Cao Zhuo and Lin Shihao to pieces.

At this time, the hermit had already lost his mind a little and couldn't think seriously, so he stared at Cao Zhuo and Lin Shihao and said, "Brother Cao, why do you want to catch blowing snow?" ”

Cao Zhuo and Lin Shihao didn't reply, with a lewd smile on their faces, but their hands were wantonly touching Fuxue's body.

At this time, the Heavenly Hermit could no longer resist the urge to kill.

"You are looking for death." With a loud shout, Tianyin Ke slashed towards Cao Zhuo and Lin Shihao with a knife, and suddenly felt betrayed, and saw that Blowing Snow was humiliated, and he felt even more guilty in his heart, he couldn't even protect his beloved woman, who else was it?

The speed of the Heavenly Hermit was surprisingly fast, and in an instant, it had already arrived in front of Cao Zhuo Lin Shihao, and he slashed it down with a knife.

Clang.

The fierce light in the eyes of the hermit was exposed: "If you want to die, I will fulfill you." ”

The bloody battle suddenly appeared in all directions, and the eight of them joined forces to block the sword of the Heavenly Hermit; And Blowing Snow, Cao Zhuo, and Lin Shihao were suddenly dozens of meters away from the hermit.

Completely carried away by the rage, the Sky Hermit slashed faster than the other, unleashing the Night God Dance, and countless cold light knives beckoned to the eight people in the bloody battle.

The eyes of the bloody battle were full of surprise, but they didn't expect that the eight people who joined forces could not restrain the Tianyinke, and they didn't know how many knives had been cut on their bodies, but the corners of their mouths smiled slightly.

No matter how many knives are slashed by the Heavenly Hermit, the bloody battle can be recovered instantly, and even blood does not flow out.

In the same way, the bloody battle of eight directions and eight spears could not leave any wounds on the body of the Sky Hermit, because the countless cold light knives produced by the Divine Dance completely protected the Sky Hermit and resisted the spears that stabbed one by one.

But the bloody battle Bafang seems not to hurt the hermit, but to consume the strength of the hermit, and even more intends to let the Tianhermit die of exhaustion, so the more fierce the move of the Tianyinke, the greater the power, and the happier the bloody battle Bafang.

For a long time, seeing that the hermit was still attacking endlessly, the power of the sword moves was getting bigger and bigger, and the bloody battle gradually lost patience.

The Heavenly Hermit found that his sword moves could not get any advantage in the bloody battle, but the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and the strength of his whole body burst out, and one knife was stronger than the other.

Suddenly, when the Heavenly Hermit slashed down, he found that his hand did not obey the call, Zuo Wen was in front of him, but the cold light knife could not fall, and it was still held high.

The frightened hermit looked up at the "iron chain"? Where did the "chains" come from?

Then his feet and left hand were also bound by chains, and he was even tied to a huge iron pillar that appeared strangely, and he obviously felt the burning sensation coming from the iron pillar.

I'm afraid this is the "soldering pillar" in the soldering iron, tying people to the red-hot iron pillar and scalding to death, making people feel painful, torture the last trace of strength, before they die, the whole process is inhumane, and they will smell the smell of their own burnt meat, even the master is unbearable.

"Killing the two of us will never let you die so easily, I have to torture you to death, so that you can understand what is more painful than death."

Zuo Wen smiled, there were also Nangong Jun and Beitang General beside him, at this time, the three of them were still in the frozen ground, but in front of the three of them were the hermits who were embedded in the ice wall.

The hermit in the sky, with his eyes closed, showed no sign of reaction, no different from a dead man.

Burned by the scorching pillar, the Sky Hermit gradually let out a low howl, but his eyes never left the blowing snow.

Cao Zhuo and Lin Shihao looked at the hermit and suddenly smiled evilly.

"Don't ......," the Sky Hermit yelled at Cao Zhuo and Lin Shihao.

But the louder the hermit roared, the happier Cao Zhuo and Lin Shihao became, the two tore open Blowing Snow's clothes, and saw that Blowing Snow was almost white, and the seductive body actually violated Blowing Snow's body.

The head was like a thunderbolt, the hermit forgot the pain, and looked at the two beasts that used to be brothers and sisters in a daze, his hair gradually turned red, his black eyes gradually turned red, and his body emitted a clearly visible blood-red smoke.

He woke up again.