The flying sword was suspended in the air, the old man jumped up, stepped on the flying sword, and the people below looked at the old man in the sky, knelt down one after another, bowed and worshipped, the old man was heavy in his heart, and rushed to the enemy's territory. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today is the birthday of a certain enemy, many people have come to celebrate, many of the old man's enemies have gathered here, the old man stepped on the sword, alarming everyone here.

Treat the strong, naturally enthusiastic, soon someone went up to greet the old man, the enemy saw the red eye, the old man shot, killed, pulled out his sword, began to take revenge.

The other party woke up one after another, it turned out that they were here to smash the field, who would have such a strong strength? There doesn't seem to be such a strong opponent among the enemies, isn't it...

The secret calculation of decades ago, after all, people are not as good as heaven, and the young man did not die, but became more powerful and came to take revenge.

Lin Yi saw it clearly from the side, he just existed in the form of a soul, and he couldn't change all this, he could only watch all this, "Maybe this is the perception of skills" Since he couldn't change all this, Lin Yi looked at it with peace of mind, he believed that the skills would be released soon.

A sword sacrificed Kyushu Han, the old man released his powerful strength, the sword qi was rampant, piercing everyone present, looking at the scarlet eyes, the killing made him lose his mind, decades of depression, decades of pain, finally released today.

The powerful sword qi is on the field, and the enemies have resisted, today is the time of life, there are many people, there are many guests, the enemies gather together, and they are also facing a big crisis, and their fists are difficult to defeat with four feet.

The sword qi was rampant, killing many countless people, the old man was besieged by the people present, and became the target of everyone, more and more people rushed to hear about it, and the enemies would not miss it, and they would definitely leave the old man behind.

Although the comprehension of the way of the sword is strong, the aura also has a moment to run out, and then it can only be slaughtered by others, the old man has killed some enemies, but there are still some enemies who have not been killed, this revenge is not avenged, he is uneasy.

Decades of pain, decades of suffering, decades of faith, is it still impossible to take revenge?

Lin Yi has already mastered the skill of singing and walking the sword, and when the old man came just now, it was the sword flying immortal who came, so Lin Yi's skills were all learned, but he still didn't quit, which made him very depressed, and the system also prompted that the skill was finished.

Lin Yi could choose to quit, but he still wanted to see what his final fate would be? Is it a victory to kill the enemy? Or did Edgeworth Flying Immortal escape in forbearance for decades?

The aura is full of energy, the runes are a sea, the laws are a mountain, more and more people are coming, the old man is weakening step by step, and the breath is getting more and more sluggish, "No... Nope."

"I want revenge, I want revenge" The old man's breath was full of energy, his eyes emitted a purple glow, and the powerful momentum emanated out, like fear from the soul, like a demon from the Nine Hells.

Lin Yi's soul also trembled, "It's so scary, what's wrong?" I'm just here to see the skills..."

The old man's body exuded a black aura, and his aura turned from white to black******* ”

The sword in his hand, as if baptized, faded in light and turned into a black magic sword, which was even more powerful.

After the demonization, the old man's strength has doubled, killing the people present and not being able to form an army, everyone has fled for their lives, the old man kills when he sees someone, kills when he sees someone, and the old man and children do not let go, many people are like the old man in his youth, scattered family.

The wailing, the crying, the cursing filled the field, and the old man killed the weeping mortals as if he didn't hear them, as if he had no feelings, and the so-called people present were all dead, the enemies were dead, and the mortals were also dead, all dead.

On the boundless wilderness, there is no trace of people in the distance, the cold wind is howling, giving people a coolness, a gust of wind has lifted the yellow sand, set off a burst of blood, corpses all over the ground, blood flows like a river, stretching into the distance, only an old man stands alone.

The sunset will shine obliquely on the yellow sand, burying the dead grass in the sand, the mournful hissing of the birds, as if sighing for the dead, the vultures chirping, as if gathering more vultures, the wind whistling, and the old man leaving tears.

Lin Yi witnessed the whole process, followed the old man through his life, watched his youthful vigor, looked at his majesty and weakness in middle age, and watched the pain and misfortune in his old age.

Now, Lin Yi has no feelings, he just looks at all this as a bystander, he can't stop it, he can only watch, at the moment when the old man falls into the devil, at the moment when the old man kills the enemy, at the moment when the old man slaughters innocent people, Lin Yi has no pity for him, and the poor person must have something to hate.

The old man's momentum is still strong, not reduced by half a point, but the tears flowing from the corners of his eyes let you know that he is also involuntarily, the corpses behind him are all over the field, the blood is flowing like a river, the old man stands in a pool of blood, the strong man is angry, ambushing millions of corpses, bleeding thousands of miles.

Lin Yi knew that the story was not over, and now he no longer looked at it as a skill, but as a story, a story of a strong man who entered the demon, the demon in his heart, what is it? Is it a demon? Is it also the Devil's Way?

The old man got up, left here, and walked towards the human gathering place, where he passed, the blood flowed like a river, the old man was like a killing machine, some just killed, killed when he saw people, and the old and the young did not let go.

Lin Yi also watched all this, felt all this, although he couldn't hear the sound, he could only see the picture, and he could still feel the desperate and helpless expressions of ordinary people, fear and unwillingness in their hearts.

The battle continued, whether it was ordinary people or monks, they all fell in front of the old man, the air was filled with the smell of blood, the whole world seemed to tremble, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and in an instant, one by one, the fresh life was wiped to nothing, they were cut by a thousand knives, their torsos were shattered, and in this moment of blood and light, they could no longer tell what a weapon was.

Blood-red hands, sharp magic swords, cold light, can't wait to grind everything up, harvesting one life after another, the old man has long lost his mind in his mind, it seems that only by killing to satisfy his desires, it seems that only blood, can touch his heart, now it seems that the most wonderful feeling in the world is to be able to use his own hands to erase all this.

Looking at it from afar, it is long clear whether the sunset has stained the earth red, or the blood has stained the earth, today's slaughter has been completed again, and tomorrow, it will be another killing, another new day.

The words "Killing Sword Technique" The four words of "Killing Sword Technique" appeared in the air, and Lin Yi looked at the handwriting in the sky, "It turns out that this is the Killing Sword Technique" was shocked in his heart, "Could it be that people who cultivate the Killing Sword Technique will be like this?" ”

He is depressed in the middle field, thousands of miles of uninhabited, white bones are exposed in the wild, thousands of miles of roosters crow, no one collects the white bones in ancient times, and new ghosts are annoyed and old ghosts cry. When the picture came to this, there was no one, and Lin Yi was forced to withdraw from the skill of stepping on the song and sword.

A sword aura emanated from Lin Yi's body, and now his comprehension of swordsmanship has another layer, the picture just now seems to be a long time, but when he woke up, it was still in the original time, it seemed that it was only one second, it seemed that in the skill screen viewing, time stopped.