Subsequently, the blood in the body was reawakened, and all memories and martial arts returned to their original bodies.

Jiang Rin suddenly opened his eyes, the pupils of the demon Ye were like bright stars, his snort was filled with a faint smell of blood, and his vision gradually became extremely clear from blur.

He propped up his body slightly, looked down at the torn rags on his body, his eyes curled slightly, and he raised his eyes to catch a glimpse of one of the panicked Canglan disciples.

Target locking.

In the next second, his companion saw that the disciple beside him had his throat slit, and the wind blade cut it, scattering blood all over the ground.

When the man's body was about to fall, Jiang Rin ripped off his shirt, and between the figures, he had loosely snatched the new clothes and temporarily covered his body, leaving a coat printed with Canglan embroidery to hang quietly on the ground, no one cared.

"You, you, you......"

Everyone was amazed.

What a speed!

They only saw the flickering figure flash, the people were killed, and the clothes were robbed, only Jiang Rin's breath stood smoothly in place, coldly scanning the rest of the people.

This move suddenly caused the surrounding disciples to retreat, and the strong oppressive force from Jiang Rin made people have to bow their heads, but their knees weakened in fear, and they fell to the ground silently, unable to escape.

Jiang Rin narrowed his eyes, the corners of his eyes were slightly flushed with a strange red, and he gestured elegantly and calmly, the green silk swayed in the wind, and his lips showed a trace of disdain.

The broken hair between his sideburns gently crossed the corners of his eyes, he raised a slight arc, half-squinted his narrow eyes, and said lightly and politely, "I'm sorry, you guys are in my way." ”

……

"Ahhhh

When the head of the house was confronting Lan Qing, there were screams one after another from behind the head of the house.

They followed the prestige, and among the disciples who fell in the surging tide, Jiang Rin, who was dressed in white and had bloodstains like fire blooming on it, hooked a brilliant arc and walked towards them step by step.

No one could get close, and the disciples within a dozen meters were shocked to pieces by the powerful internal force released from the outside.

Lan Qing was slightly stunned, and Jiang Rin, who had grown into an adult, was reflected in her pupils, and she caught a glimpse of the arrogance and indifference in his eyes, and noticed a trace of unkindness.

It can only be said that the head of the Canglan faction has done his death very thoroughly.

Lan Qing asked them to hurry up and hand over Arin with kindness, and there was a reason.

The original plot of the novel was that after Jiang Rin lost his memory of martial arts, he fell into the Canglan faction, and after being tortured and tortured during the period, he finally recovered his memory and martial arts in an accident.

"Sure enough, it's him!" The head of the sect's eyes widened, and he was sure again and again that that person was Jiang Rin!

With that, he jumped lightly and met him.

The mountain gate was in a violent wind, and the clothes stained with countless blood stains fluttered in the wind, Jiang Rin's eyes were pure with a touch of ruthlessness and gloom, he stopped at the right time, and shook to confront the head of the Canglan faction, and was a little careless.

"The head of the canglans?" Jiang Rin looked this middle-aged man who seemed to have outstanding martial arts up and down, and sneered, "It's nothing more than that when I see him today." ”

The head of the sect clenched his hands, "Demon Sect Demon, I will bring you to justice today!" ”

"Really? If you can't, I'm going to kill. Jiang Rin smiled at the wind, his words dissipated in the whistling sound, and he lightly raised his hand and gently squeezed the green silk that was flying wantonly.