The changes in vain life made everyone unexpected, and they subconsciously looked back and stared at each other.

I saw that in the gray and cold sky above, there was an endless crimson roaring in rage, and the rich blood seemed to be a sea of blood descending, covering the deep sea.

An angry figure, wrapped in cold blood, stepped out of it mercilessly.

Behind him, there was a furious emperor condensed by the sea of blood standing indifferently, his ruthless bloody eyes like an abyss, staring at Fu Wenyan fiercely.

"You just... Say what?"

The cold and cold sound rippled, as if it was hoarse from the mouth of the evil ghost of the cold hell, and the bursts of chill that oozed out pierced the bone marrow were low and depressing.

"Who are you?"

Fu Wenyan's eyes were slightly gloomy, she didn't expect that there would be an accident, and even Duan Cheng and the three of them were vigilant, and the strong power that overflowed from the white-clothed figure in front of them made them feel a depression from the bottom of their hearts.

Not only that, Wen Yitong's three daughters were also slightly stunned, especially Murong Yi, who was ready to fight hard, also condensed her eyebrows and restrained her coercion, waiting for a more suitable opportunity.

"Elder Wen!"

At this moment, an abrupt exclamation came from the sea of blood, breaking the heaviness of the room.

At the same time, several figures flashed out of the blood, and quickly swept towards Wen Yitong's three daughters, who were the three true disciples of Elder Bian and Murong Yiyi.

Fu Wenyan saw that the eyes of the comer sank, so she wanted to take the opportunity to make a move, but was stopped by Duan Cheng, just because the bloody white clothes in front of her were very weird, and it was not the time for branches.

"Sister-in-law!"

"Sister!"

Wen Linuo and Murong Yiyi saw that the third girl's body was sluggish, and their faces were full of panic, so they hurriedly supported them, sharing the pressure of the elders, and said with concern: "Are you all right?"

"Ahem, ahem... OK. ”

Murong Yi coughed lightly, and the corners of his mouth spilled blood again, but he didn't care about wiping it, he only stared at Murong Yiyi with a frown, and his face was not good: "Didn't you let you go, why did you come back again?"

"We escaped the cold snap, and we couldn't rest assured that we would come back to the rescue with our benefactor's brother. ”

Murong Yiyi didn't dare to hide it in front of her sister, but she only said it briefly, and then looked around suspiciously, and changed the topic: "What about Sister Ziqing, how are they?"

"Fu Wenyan, this traitor... Uh-huh, ahem..."

Murong Yi raised her head and stared at Fu Wenyan and gritted her teeth, but as soon as she said a word, she touched the injury in her chest again, and said with difficulty: "When she comes back, Jiufang Ziqing and the others are probably also more auspicious." ”

As he spoke, Murong Yi's eyes turned and fell directly on the white-clothed blood shadow, and his words were low: "Who is he?"

"He's, benefactor's brother..."

Murong Yiyi opened her mouth, realizing that she didn't know Jun Yi's name, so she hurriedly changed the topic: "Count this time, he has already saved me twice." ”

It's just that Murong Yi's eyes were solemn, staring at Jun Yi deadly, a chill grew in his heart, and he didn't listen to Murong Yiyi's words at all.

"Boom!"

The angry blood tyrant stood still, and the bloody killing frenzy spread out ruthlessly, locking Fu Wenyan coldly.

In an instant, the cold chill eroded the bone marrow, Fu Wenyan's body suddenly stiffened, and the randomness in her pupils was gone, only trembling fear.

She never thought that a martial artist in the same realm would make her despair just by killing her.

If it was before, she would definitely scoff at it, but now, this extreme fear and panic is silently breeding in the bottom of her heart, and even spreading rapidly to her limbs and bones.

"You... Who is it?"

Fu Wenyan opened her mouth dryly, and her words were trembling unconsciously.

"Hum..."

Jun Yi didn't say much, the fury in his heart made him unable to say a word, he just walked out slowly, haunting the endless sea of blood approaching.

Every time you take a step, the blood around your body will be a little heavier, and the cold power gushing out will be a little heavier.

The raging and boiling sea of blood around it completely covered even the gray and white of the deep sea, and all the eyes could see were piercing crimson.

"You..."

The killing machine attacked, cold and piercing, Fu Wenyan gritted her teeth and actually had a retreat, then raised her feet, ignored Duan Cheng on her side, and fled straight to the rear.

Fu Wenyan acted like this, no one thought that even Duan Cheng, who was concentrating on vigilance, was a little caught off guard, and after subconsciously glancing at his departing back, he couldn't care less, and scolded secretly and stared back.

It's just that at this glance, the pupils suddenly shrank, and there was still a sea of blood in front of him, but the bloody figure standing in it had disappeared.

As if he was aware of it, Duan Cheng hurriedly turned around, only to see the blood shadow following behind Bai Yi, his big hand clenched into a fist, and he was ruthlessly bombarded with a mighty killing machine, and fell fiercely on the top of Fu Wenyan's head.

At the moment of crisis, Fu Wenyan trembled her pupils to resist, and hurriedly poured all the spiritual power in her body into the arms in front of Heng Qian, converging into a crystal ice glass giant mirror, as if she wanted to stop this punch.

"Bang!"

It's just that the blood fist sank, and the ice glass giant mirror in front of him was shattered in response, without the slightest ability to block it, and it was directly hit by the blood fist on the crossed arms.

"Click..."

With the sound of bone cracking, Fu Wenyan's frightened face suddenly turned white, and crimson blood spurted out of his mouth, and the mighty power was ruthlessly pressed down like a mountain, smashing it down on the ice rock, shattering the ice. v5

Without any hesitation, Jun Yi burst out in a step, and he followed closely behind, and with a pull of his big hand, he tore his severed arms, and a trace of cruel blood suddenly appeared, covering his long skirt with crimson.

"Ah!!h

Fu Wenyan screamed miserably, there was no blood on his face, and his pupils were full of endless fear, but then, the miserable sound in his mouth stopped abruptly, but he was pinched by Jun Yi's neck.

The endless killing machine, the ferocious blood, like a tide, rushed to the face, the bloody eyes in front of him seemed to be circulating the hideousness of the deadly ghosts, and the surging chill invaded the bone marrow, and even the body could not struggle for half a minute, only uncontrollable trembling, convulsions.

A bloody scene that hit everyone's hearts.

In the depths of the entire sea of ice, except for the gentle wave of blood, there was no sound, and a pair of trembling and frightened eyes stared at the white-clothed figure in front of them, fearful of the demon god.

Even Murong Yiyi, who was happy and admiring in her heart, unconsciously trembled, she didn't think that such a gentle young man would burst out with such a brutal and ruthless ruthlessness, completely overturning the image in her heart.

"Nine Peaks Sect..."

Jun Yi's speech was hoarse, dry as if he was tearing his heart with a blunt object, and the words were cold: "A thousand years ago, on the bloody night of the Jun family in Heng Jun Ting, it was the one who instigated the Flying Flower Palace to shoot... Yong Mihe, right?"

"Uh-huh..."

Fu Wenyan's throat tightened, she could only keep wailing, without any hesitant response, she didn't dare to pretend to be stupid, and she didn't even dare to be unconscious and confused.

She was afraid, she was afraid, and even the fear in her heart made her extremely sober at this moment.

"Heh, hehehe..."

Hoarse and miserable, Jun Yi's long hair couldn't stop fluttering with the ups and downs of the sea of blood.

The blood pupils covering it trembled slightly, vaguely as if he had seen the past thousands of years ago, and he had joked about his father and teased him for his ambiguity with the palace master of the Flying Flower Palace.

After all, the two often have contacts and have a close relationship, and there are not many rumors in the past in Tianyu, and the so-called groundless wind is also because of the rules of the Flying Flower Palace.

Then the tragedy of the bloody night, he thought that Yan Yibai stabbed him in the back, so he closed his heart and rejected all the women in the world, especially Su Wunian, who misunderstood at that time, and hated it even more, and together with the later Concubine Luo, he used the lock god lock to fit together, just because he was afraid and didn't dare to take any more risks.

But only now did he understand that there was something hidden inside, and the real black hand was Yong Mihe.

"Good, good, good Nine Peaks Sect..."

Jun Yi grabbed Fu Wenyan's hand and tightened it slightly, starting from Yong Mihe, to Xing Weining and others later, I didn't expect the relationship between them to be so deep, but there was no mistake.

"Bang!"

His eyes were cold, and the murderous shot exploded, Jun Yi's hand that was holding Fu Wenyan's neck suddenly exerted force, pinching it directly into a blood mist, and he didn't even have time to let out a scream.

"This..."

Everyone was horrified, they didn't expect Jun Yi to be so domineering and ruthless, Murong Yi and the others were silent, both happy and jealous of Fu Wenyan's death.

Especially Murong Yiyi, the moment she saw the blood mist explode, the trembling of her pupils reached the extreme, it was not that she had never seen a kill, nor had she never killed anyone, but she had never seen such a ruthless method, and the most important thing was that what she saw in front of her was completely different from the figure she admired in her heart.

But they didn't have much worry in their hearts, because in their opinion, Jun Yi came with Murong Yiyi and made a move for the promise of the Flying Flower Palace.

Although the situation is a little different, and the means are somewhat excessive, it is not much worse than thinking about it, after all, it is an enemy, and there is no need to pay too much attention to the way to die.

But unlike the few people in the Flying Flower Palace, the three of Duan Cheng of the Nine Peaks Sect were already trembling, the surging sea of blood, the terrifying killing machine, and the ruthless methods all no longer impacted their minds.

Especially Jun Yi's defeat of Fu Wenyan with one punch gave them too much pressure, and they couldn't erase the shadow in their hearts for a long time, not because the three of them were timid and cautious, or they were frightened, but because they understood the horror inside.

In the Martial King Realm, how easy is it for a martial artist in the same realm to defeat the other party? Even a genius who fights beyond the rank will not be without the strength to fight back, let alone receive a single blow.

But this scene that happened in front of their eyes was not only telling the ferocity and ruthlessness of Jun Yi's shot, but also silently informing him that he had the terrifying strength to kill three people.

At this thought, the three of them no longer hesitated, and hurriedly fled in three directions.

"Not good!"

Su Xin's face changed slightly, and he wanted to stop it, but it was already the end of the crossbow, and it was too late, let alone counting on the few people who were seriously injured on his side.

Seeing that the three of them were about to leave, everyone had no choice but to give up.

A long black stick suddenly appeared, carrying a ferocious murderous machine across the deep sea, and the raging and roaring black mangs were like fierce beasts with fangs and claws, revealing their hideous fangs.

The terrifying and powerful wave swept away, and it was actually the peak martial king who was holding a long stick directly forced back.

At the same time, there was a scorching Jin Yanqiang to kill the machine, and the mad knife shook the world, cutting off the black knife blocked in the hands of the warrior, and with the blood on his chest, the whole person directly retreated back.

"Click, click..."

At this time, the ice glass in front of Duan Cheng was cold, the aroma of wine was overflowing, and the cold chill came to his face, the pale white ice flashed, and the deep sword intent swept mercilessly.

Duan Cheng's face changed slightly, he gritted his teeth and retreated, only to see a long sword light in front of him, slowly condensing into ice marks.

The three figures came with the killing, and forced Duan Cheng and the three of them back from three directions, Duan Cheng's face was ugly when he saw this, and he was careless, but he didn't notice that the other party was still coming.

"Whew..."

Such a scene made Wen Yitong's three daughters feel relieved, and while being surprised by the strength of the three of them, they hurriedly raised their thanks: "Thank you Gongzi for making a move, this grace Feihua Palace will remember it in my heart." ”

"Heh..."

It's just that the sea of blood is surging, and a bone-deep sneer comes out of Jun Yi's mouth, and the moment he turns around, the terrifying killing machine suddenly rushes to his face, and the blood shadow is hideous: "Well, you have written it down." ”

"But, what about the feud? do you remember?"