Tie Kaicheng walked over, he knew that he could save people at will, but he didn't speak.

Watching Yan Shisan slowly close his eyes, looking at his face full of happiness and calm, he knew that his master could only die once was his best destination.

The things of the world are so wonderful, the living are miserable, but the dead are happy.

Tie Kaicheng had already hugged Yan Shisan's body, and the other two also came over.

The raven looked at his even paler face and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

Arbitrarily said lightly: "Kill them all." ”

Murong Qiudi said softly, "You can go first." ”

"Rustling" footsteps, there are countless figures in the maple forest.

Arbitrarily swept his gaze, and said slightly: "How much strength did it take to kill them, and how much time did it waste?" ”

All kinds of gorgeously dressed figures, all kinds of cold and light blades, and thousands of righteous people surrounded this area with three layers inside and three layers outside, which can be called an iron wall and cannot be drained.

Someone took a few steps forward and said loudly: "Adversary, you ...... today"

The figure faded, and the sword flashed!

The light of the sword frightened everyone's soul, and with a beautiful sound of the piano, after seeing the disappeared person again, the sword had pierced into the throat of the person who spoke, and the person also stood in front of this person.

The sword was drawn, blood beads were splashed, blood mist sprayed, and he said softly, "You shouldn't have come." ”

The people were horrified, but when they saw his pale face, and saw his bright red clothes......

"It's come to this, and you're still going to do it?"

"Yes, today is your ......"

The murderous aura swept through everyone's body and mind, and arbitrary didn't want to talk nonsense with them at all, so he started swinging his sword again.

A sword light, like a glimpse of a frightening flash, intertwined with the sword marks and flying heads.

The cold light shone on the eyes, and almost all of them were stunned, and no one could have imagined that the Heavenly Monarch would have such terrifying power with a seriously injured body. Many people looked at him in horror, and then the cold light accompanied the sound of the piano, and suddenly there was one piece of blood light after another.

The sound of killing suddenly rose, and the heroes rushed up!

His sword, only fast, accurate, ruthless, profit-oriented, go also clean, this is a real sword of killing, his sword is not only concise, its timing grasp, power control, not a point, not a cent, not a little less.

This person has already taken the art of killing to the extreme.

In less than two breaths, more than forty people had died under the sword, no one was shocked, and no one was not afraid, but it was a pity that when they saw the sick and weak man, inexplicable courage and courage rushed to their hearts again.

The more people, the greater the momentum, the more people, the stronger the strength, this is the truth of the world, but in the rivers and lakes, in the martial arts, some people tend to break this truth.

He obviously had blood from his wounds, his face was so pale, his breath was so weak, and he looked so weak.

But such a man will not fall, and no one can cause him to fall.

The sword slashes the wall, the sword breaks through the sea of people, when you see the beautiful sword light, when you see the peerless swordsmanship, it is the most ruthless sword blade!

Under this ruthless sword, there is no way to retreat, no dodge, and no parry, they can only die.

People in the rivers and lakes will inevitably fight, there are many dead people on the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes are full of blood.

But if you want to say killing, if you want to say that you see blood, if you want to say that you see such a murderous sword technique, everyone is the first to suffer. It's not a one-time effort, and his killing is as simple as dust.

It's easy to make people suspicious, which is the light of human life? Which is more important?

The sound of the sword is melodious and pleasant, and the aftersound is lingering, as if composing a music, the sword light is bright and gorgeous, and the cold light is hobby, as if it is drawing. Who can listen to such a score, and who can see such a picture.

No one has ever seen such a person, and no one has ever seen such a method,

The sun was setting, the leaves were gone, and the night was already deep, deep, deep.

All the blood was gone, all the people fell, the blood soaked into the earth, and the sword painted the most terrible scene in the world, composing a ghostly ghost as silent as death.

A violent cough let the three who were alive know that he was still alive, incredibly alive. The night was long, and the most legendary blood sword in the sky and on the earth was put into the scabbard.

In the moonlight, a white figure slowly walked into the darkness and gradually disappeared from their field of vision.

When the first rays of sunlight in the east shone obliquely from the sky, all that was revealed in the maple forest was a large mass of corpses; The man is dead, the blood is dry, so where has he gone?

The Heavenly Monarch is gone, leaving behind a tragic and terrible story in front of him, full of evil and mysterious fears, and also leaving behind endless magical legends.

This story sounds and seems so ridiculous and absurd, but it is absolutely true, absolutely exists, and absolutely no one can deny it.

……

Feng Siniang was angry, angry, her slender jade fingers poked at the door of her head, and she scolded, she seemed to be eager to kick this bastard to death with a kick now.

Use that slender one to kick the foot of the thief "full of clouds".

"Siniang, don't talk about him."

Shen Bijun was in tears and was bandaging his wounds.

"You call him die, if he wants to die, die outside, don't come back."

Saying so, she also stopped her jade fingers, and never really stretched out her feet.

was caressed by her warm and soft palm on her chest, and she couldn't help but feel a wave in her heart, grabbed the soft palm, and blurted out: "Bijun sleeps with me at night." ”

Shen Bijun's cheeks were flushed, his appearance was delicate and incoherent, and there were only three points of anger and seven points of shame in his expression.

Before he could answer, Siniang slapped his hand away and said loudly: "You don't want to step into the door." ”

Lying lazily in a chair, the body and mind are immersed in this wonderful time. Although he had already felt that the time of this world was different from the outside world, he did not expect that the difference would be so great.

For the past seven years, it's only been seven days.

"It's really a day in heaven and a year on earth. I don't know that the great god created this amazing place...... Bijun, what is there to eat, there is no taste in the mouth, nothing in the chest, otherwise I will ...... again"

Before she could finish speaking, she got up and fled, as if frightened.

Seeing Shen Bijun leaving, Feng Siniang slapped anyone on the shoulder and asked, "What did you do outside?" ”

Arbitrarily lazy said: "I have cured the disease, but now I am weak." ”

Feng Siniang stared at him with fixed eyes, and asked again: "Then what's the matter with your injury, who can still hurt you with your martial arts?" ”

Arbitrarily sighed: "There will always be a few capable people." ”

"Then what do you mean by a day in the sky and a year on earth?"

Arbitrarily shut his mouth and said nothing.

Feng Siniang said coldly: "Next time you go out, take me and Bijun." ”

He opened his eyes arbitrarily, looked at her and said, "If I refuse......

Feng Siniang sneered: "You can try it." ”

He didn't need to be bandaged, and his wound had already healed, but now he stood up, unfolded his body, and disappeared in a flash.

The stone platform in the temple did not know when it would rise, and he wanted to explore this wonderful world again, except for strange flowers and fruits, what other magical things were there?