"Oops. ！！”

The unknown opponent didn't intend to give Chu Mohua any respite, just the second blow was to put Chu Mohua to death. And Chu Mohua, who was affected by the new injury and the old injury, was also powerless to resist this blow, and could only watch as the dozens of black long swords magnified rapidly in his field of vision, imagining the pain they brought when they passed through his body.

But there was not a hint of despair on her face, perhaps because she was not afraid of death, but perhaps because of something else...

"What ?!?!"

The attacker, who had not yet appeared, was startled by the sudden change - a purple-black scythe appeared out of nowhere, and instantly slashed down dozens of black long swords one by one.

"Hey, hey, it's not good to sneak up on others, especially if someone else is injured!"

The purple skirt streaked a purple trail in the air, blocking in front of Chu Mohua, who was kneeling on one knee.

That's right, it was Yan Zi Kite—suddenly appeared and blocked the blow that was about to kill Chu Mohua.

"Oh, it's funny, it's surviving my spirit. ”

The sound of clattering footsteps sounded all around, coming from all directions, gradually getting louder.

"Be careful, this guy is at least a powerhouse in the Open Heaven Realm. ”

Chu Mohua stood up tremblingly, wiped the blood that flowed from her mouth, and re-established the blood-stained Hua in her hand.

"Well, of course I know that—watch the left!!"

Yan Zi Kite rushed to the left and swung the giant scythe in his hand vigorously. The scythe and the flying sword collided together, and the strong impact caused the broken swords around them to be shattered into ashes in an instant.

"At this level, I'm afraid it can't even compare to ordinary king-level spiritual skills... ”

Chu Mohua looked at Yan Ziyu, who was still agile and fast, and couldn't help but be surprised-obviously they were all so seriously injured, but now they seemed to have recovered intact, and this kind of recovery ability was too terrifying.

"What... What is this.... ”

The footsteps finally stopped, Yan Ziyuan and Chu Mohua looked at the man in black armor from the darkness, their eyes widened, and they swallowed a mouthful of saliva-that kind of thing, it is no longer something that can be described in words-evil?disgusting?terrifying?These adjectives can't completely sum up this armor- The whole armor was pitch black, as hideous as a terrible ghost crawling out of Senluo Hell, I don't know what dark green viscous liquid was circulating on it, emitting a green light, and in the center of the helmet was a bloodshot eyeball bone spinning.

"Cut, your taste is really as tasteless as your fighting style, and this armor is really ugly. ”

Yan Zi Kite jumped up, and a purple mist from the scythe in his hand coiled on the scythe.

"Six Slashes of Smoke!"

The scythe slashed head-on at the mysterious man in black armor, and the purple mist that lingered on it turned into six blades one after another, and the huge blade slashed out a huge pit in the blink of an eye, and the ground touched by the purple mist made a sizzling corrosive sound - however, the mysterious man standing on the corroded residue was unscathed, and the mist turned into white smoke when it touched the armor on his body, but it was corroded!

"What!?"

Yan Ziyuan looked at the mysterious man incredulously, and waved the sickle in his hand again with some unconvinced.

"Hades is broken!"

The scythe quickly enlarged, and the ominous mist coiled on it vanished instantly, replaced by a purple-black glow that emitted an aura of destruction.

Yet the mysterious man still stood there, motionless.

"Boom, boom!!"

The scythe slashed down, but failed to make contact with the ground - the mysterious man, who was incomparably small in the scythe's background, blocked the blow with only two fingers of his own.

"What!?"

At this time, all the thoughts in Yan Ziyuan's mind were washed away by astonishment and fear, and then, what happened next made the fear in her heart infinitely magnified.

"Click, click. ”

In a moment, dense cracks filled the entire giant scythe, and the next moment, it shattered into countless fragments.

"Wow!!"

The backlash of the destruction of the Chaos Divine Soldier made Yan Zi Yuan spit out a mouthful of blood, and her body fell to the ground weakly.

"Cut... Yan purple kite... That's just it.,That's it.,It's a serious injury.,It's not interesting.,Let's get rid of you.。 ”

The mysterious man waved his hand to the Yan Zi Kite in mid-air.

"The ghost sword is cut into the air!"

A long sword slashed across the pitch-black sky like black lightning, and it was about to hit Yan Zi Kite's body.

"Boom!!"

The crimson light blocked the black lightning - after a short period of pranayama, Chu Mohua made a move, and the blood in his hand stained Hua, emitting a thousand feet of red light, constantly weakening the black lightning-like attack.

"Bloody Blade, Thousand Soldiers!"

The blood-stained Hua in Chu Mohua's hand projected thousands of identical light knives in the air, and together they rushed towards the mysterious man in black armor on the ground.

"Take advantage of the fact that his vision is now obscured, and run away. ”

Chu Mohua said to himself in his heart, and after catching the falling Yan Zi Kite, he flapped the blood wings on his back and flew towards the forest formed by the broken giant sword in the distance.

。。。

"Cut... It's really troublesome... ”

Man... Or should it be said that the young man casually threw the red light knife between his fingers to the ground. The moment the blade touched the ground, it turned into a red point of light and disappeared into this dark space.

"That girl just now... Can't let it go... ”

A low, evil voice rang in the young man's ears—it seemed to him, but in fact, he was talking to himself.

"Eat her words ... You'll get stronger。。。。。 Well, of course I do, and even if I don't have that, I'm going to keep chasing them... After all, that expression ... I haven't seen it yet. Aha!!"

The young man covered his face with his hands, leaving only a bloodless or even blackened mouth exposed, and let out a ghostly laugh.

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"Senior sister... Senior Sister!!"

A female disciple of the Huashan Sword Sect dressed in yellow hurriedly rushed towards Yan Luoyan, who was carrying a backpack, shouting even though she was out of breath.

"What's wrong? Is anyone hurt?"

Seeing such a panicked appearance of the same junior sister, Yan Luoyan was also nervous, and hurriedly greeted them.

"No... No.... ”

The female disciple who came over grabbed Yan Luoyan's hands, lowered her head and gasped, and spoke intermittently.

"What the hell is going on? Why are you panicking like this?"

Feeling the tremor coming from his palms, Yan Luoyan's expression became heavy. Although she didn't know what was happening, she had a foreboding premonition.

"Senior Brother Mo。。。。。 Bro.. Masters.. All were killed. The body is on the ground... Rotted ... It's scary. ”

The girl grabbed Yan Luoyan's hands hard, her eyes with constricted pupils looked at her blankly, and her body trembled with fear.

"Hmmm... I know... ”

After hearing the girl's words, Yan Luoyan's brain also became blank in an instant. Death, something she hadn't seen in the fifteen years since she was born, and she didn't want to see it—and yet now she had to face something she had always feared.

"No, in front of your younger brothers and sisters, you can't panic... ”

She said to herself in her heart, calming her mind.

"Where did you find the body? Do you remember the way?"

Yan Luoyan calmly said to the female disciple who was holding her hands, but who knew the fear she had suppressed.

"Hmmm... Remember. ！！”

The female disciple's expression was in a trance for a moment, and after calming down a little, she nodded vigorously.

"Then take me ... No, let's go together ... ”

A group of people, a total of more than a dozen disciples, walked forward in this dim place where there were many broken swords, holding the hands of their companions with each other, for fear that the people around them would suddenly fall.

"What, it stinks!"

As they were walking, several girls in the group suddenly covered their noses, with disgusted expressions, as if they had seen dung—except for the female disciple who had just returned, who trembled even more violently after smelling such a smell.

"It's here... Right there.. ”

The girl stopped, pointing ahead, her arms trembling. She never wanted to see it again.

"Hmm. ”

Yan Luoyan glanced at the many disciples behind him—when he decided to leave before, Yan Luoyan had already told the others about the girl's discovery—seeing the evasive eyes one by one, Yan Luoyan turned his head helplessly and walked forward alone.

"Sure enough, no one wants to see that disgusting scene. ”

She thought to herself.

"But somebody has to go. ”

Although she was also afraid of the unknown, she continued to move forward.

"Vomit。。。。。 ”

Even if he kept telling himself that it was nothing, after seeing the scene in front of him, Yan Luoyan couldn't help but retch.

It's not as simple as a stench, the whole corpse has turned black-green because of the decomposition, and the liquid of the same color is oozing outward. On the other side, the severed head that was supposed to belong to the corpse rolled to the side, and the eyeballs had long since fallen out, mixed with the rancid-smelling liquid.

"Huh?"

After adjusting his mind for a short time, Yan Luoyan discovered all kinds of doubts.

Regardless of why this disciple's corpse had decomposed like this, Yan Luoyan saw the death talisman next to the corpse at first glance - it had been shattered into several pieces, and the light was also lost.

"Master said that the built-in formation in the death talisman can be destroyed... At least the powerhouse of the Apocalypse Realm... ”

When Yan Luoyan thought of this, he felt more and more that something was wrong, so he ran to the other disciples in a panic and shouted loudly.

"Everyone, hurry up and crush the death talisman and leave!

"What's the matter, senior sister, what happened?"

After hearing Yan Luoyan's sudden instructions, the disciples immediately panicked.

"It's too late to explain! There is a powerhouse of the Apocalypse Realm in the Sword Shrine Trial Land, you should leave here quickly and tell this matter... Elders. ”

However, before Yan Luoyan finished speaking, the death talismans in the hands of the disciples turned into points of light in mid-air one by one, and their figures also disappeared, and only a few female disciples still remembered to remind Yan Luoyan.

"Senior sister... Look behind you. Run!!"

Seeing the panicked faces that disappeared one by one, Yan Luoyan turned around inexplicably.

"What... ！！”

It was a headless corpse, exactly the same as the one she had just seen, but it was moving at this moment.

。。。。

"What was that... It's scared to death!"

The disciple who was still in front of Yan Luoyan just now was standing on the stone platform in front of the Heavenly Sword Hall of the Huashan Sword Sect at this time, covering his chest with his eyes closed, and whispering, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for his escape.

However, when he opened his eyes, he could no longer speak.

Because the claws of a creature I don't know what it were, in the blink of an eye, scratched his head to pieces.

Blood gushed and fell on the stone platform, mixed in a pool of blood.

At this moment, the Huashan Sword Sect has become a hell on earth.

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