He suddenly sighed, and then said with a smile: "The road to the yang world, you have come to the end. ”

His eyes were very light, as if he looked at them like mustard.

His smile was faint, as if mocking them.

His voice was cold, as if he saw them as dead.

Then, then, his hand reached to his waist, and his hand grasped the hilt of the sword......

No one spoke, no one moved, and all eyes fell on his hand, on the sword.

It's very gentle, it's very gentle, it's like holding a woman's hand, it's like treating a lover...... Slowly, with a soft groan, it was like a heavenly piano sound, and the string sound sword was finally pulled out.

The sword body was originally a dark day, but after so many years, the sword body has become as bright as a sunken sky.

There was still no one to move, some of them were sluggish, some were puzzled, some were shocked, but none of them wanted to move first, this was the first time they saw the string sound sword, and it was also the last time they saw the string sound sword.

Because the sword was swung out, it was inadvertently swung out!

Anyone who has never seen a sword drawn arbitrarily would never have imagined that the sound of a sword could be so graceful and beautiful.

Anyone who has never seen a stringed sword would never have imagined that the sword could be so beautiful and moving.

Those who have never seen his swordsmanship cannot imagine that his swordsmanship is so peerless.

The graceful sword sound, the beautiful sword light, the peerless swordsmanship, the sword pierced into the crowd, the sword light swept into the human forest, and the sword sound also fell into everyone's ears.

The speed, urgency, accuracy, detachment, and supremacy of this sword seem to have integrated all the magic of heaven and earth into the swordsmanship......

However, after coming out of the sword, it turned into the bloodiest, most cruel, and most terrible scene in the world!

Blood flies, blood mist fills, and blood rain falls......

The sword flashed, the blade fell, the tip of the sword passed through the throat of a person, and the blade wrenched its head.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of corpses were already lying on the ground......

Qiao Feng saw with his own eyes that after a flash of sword light, more than a dozen heads flew up, including Qi Liu, Xiang Wanghai, and Bao Qianling.

The killing started, the blood flew, and the heroes finally reacted, and the heroes finally made a move.

Everyone rushed up and made a move in unison.

Shan Zheng swept up and attacked in the air, and he took his five sons, Shan Boshan, Shan Zhong Mountain, Shan Shu Mountain, Shan Ji Mountain, and Shan Xiaoshan, a total of six people, to attack at will.

Shan Zheng didn't pay attention to others, just stared at the white shadow, his only wish was that this demon would die in his hands.

As long as the devil dies in his hands, he will be majestic, and his status in the rivers and lakes will also rise.

He threw three palms at the back of the devil, but unfortunately all three palms were split, he didn't even touch the corners of his clothes, blood soaked his eyeballs, and he suddenly found that his five sons had all fallen to the ground.

Each of the five had an extra hole in their throats.

When he found out about this terrible thing, his consciousness stopped in vain and everything turned into darkness.

No one can rest in the melodious sound of the sword, no one can survive in the beautiful sword light, death is too close to them.

In just a moment, just a few breaths, the sword light shocked the souls of each of them, and the blood light shocked each of their movements.

The heroes were terrified, and the heroes retreated.

It's not how they encircle and suppress arbitrarily at all, but ...... but wielded the sword to slay them all.

The facts are incredible, the facts are beyond their knowledge.

One man, one sword, wanton killing......

The ambition and will of the heroes began to collapse, and everyone was in chaos in an instant, and the previous pride and courage seemed to have disappeared after these few breaths.

If you hit me and I stop you, the situation is chaotic.

Someone begged loudly for mercy, but his mouth opened, but he couldn't close it anymore, and some people wanted to run, but the sword light flashed in his eyes, and he also fell in the sword light.

"Hindrance, stop!"

Angry shouts came from afar, only to see a Shaolin monk swept in from outside the village, flying through the air, hunting and dancing in robes, and the person who came was the mystery of Shaolin Temple.

He rushed out with both palms, his steps changed with his hands, his body was like a rudder, the speed was extremely fast, and his palms were arbitrarily slapped with the direction of the wind.

With any backhand, he pulled out the string sound sword, and the sword light rose with a fierce and poignant killing intent, and the words fell, and the sword light had been nailed to Xuan's throat.

The sword light is more beautiful than the sunset, the sword light is faster than lightning, and the sword light is gone in a flash...... Xuan Nan fell to the ground and became a dead body.

The master of Shaolin Temple, a famous man in the martial arts, is under the hands of the devil at this moment, and under the sword of the devil, he is as weak as a child, just like a grass flock, and he is killed with a sword.

Almost everyone had their teeth chattering, almost everyone was trembling, and there were no one who was already on their knees begging for mercy.

"No, I don't want to die, don't kill me."

"Ren Gongzi, I'...... I was only deceived by them for a while, please let me go. ”

"Let Ren Gongzi let us go, I'...... We don't want to die. ”

Smile arbitrarily and said, "I've given you a chance, but you don't care!" Everyone has only one life, so why should I value it? ”

Qiao Feng really couldn't bear it, and wanted to open his mouth to persuade him, but he saw the sword light rise again, and the sound of the piano came again.

There was no killing intent in any pair of eyes, and the cold killing intent was on the blade of the sword, and a sword swept out, slashing through a sword light that was like a natural second, leaving a condensed sword mark that did not disperse.

The people on the ground are killed in an instant!

"No...... I, I don't want to die! ”

The death of those begging for mercy almost wiped out their last hope, and all of them were left with fear and the will to die. In order to stop their will to die, they had to kill arbitrary.

"Each ...... Everybody...... We still have so many brothers, don't ...... Don't be afraid! ”

"Yes, yes! Unafraid! ”

The heroes shouted in unison, frightened and shocked...... There are indeed many of them, but there are less than 400 of them who have survived at this moment.

Any step forward, everyone step by step.

Suddenly he was not walking slowly, he suddenly stepped a little, and the man turned into a phantom, and plundered the crowd...... Everyone had retreated into the hall, and the killing was taking place in the hall.

His swordsmanship does not belong to the world at all!

The sword turns at will, the mind moves with the heart, the heart follows the gods, and the sword enters the realm of the Tao, such a swordsmanship is not fast, nor strange, nor absolute, nor just beautiful.

It is the combination of everything, plus a little chic, a little supreme, and a little detachment, which is the peak that swordsmanship can climb through the ages.

The string sound sword suddenly turned into a cloud of cold light, and the light suddenly exploded, turning into a day of light and rain, and any figure disappeared into the cold light in the sky.

Everyone was like falling into the void, and everyone didn't know where the blade would come from, and then countless blood marks burst out all over their bodies.

There is no way to resist, there is no way to dodge, there is no way to parry, there is no other room except to be helpless and wait for death.

……

The ground is a mess, the blood is flowing like a river, and no one can stand in such a purgatory ghost realm, only he...... He is the only one still standing in the pile of corpses in the river of blood!

No matter how high a person's martial arts are, how can he compare with the world's heroes?

Even though Juxianzhuang did not gather the world's heroes, more than 800 people in the rivers and lakes were killed by one person.

There are many people, and bullying the widow with the crowd does not seem to be reflected in this person at all.

The blood was not dry, the corpse was still warm, and the murderous sword slowly returned to its scabbard.

If it weren't for the countless corpses on the ground, no one would have believed that there were more than 800 heroes here! Even now, Wu Changfeng and the others couldn't believe everything in front of them.

This...... This is his swordsmanship?

This...... This is what he did after he drew his sword?

He withdrew his sword at will, without the slightest arrogance, without the slightest sadness, and his person seemed to have a little loneliness, a little emptiness, and a little loneliness.

The man turned around and said casually, "Let's go." ”