Chapter 220: Kunlun Nu

"Kill Li Changfeng, snatch the Holy Infant !!"

Purple stars filled the air, but out of nowhere, a loud roar erupted from the crowd. Vertices

Everyone's eyes shifted to Li Changfeng.

The white-haired young man.

That legendary young man.

Qin Qianqi and Jinyi Wei held long knives in their hands and protected Li Changfeng behind them.

"Kill !!"

The crowd suddenly erupted into shouts, and the True Yuan suddenly erupted, and countless cultivators rushed towards Li Changfeng.

Li Changfeng's face was ruthless, and he suddenly stood up and said coldly: "If you want to die, I will send you to the West Heaven!"

The light shone from Li Changfeng's palm, and the wind blew his robe and hunted.

Full of silver threads, rippling in the wind.

The smell of blood began to permeate.

Almost at the same time, the purple-red star touched the first Blue Wing soldier.

His body was like a brilliant firework in the sky, and after this spark was submerged, it was first as silent as death, and then it was bursting with blood and water, sprinkled all over the sky, and then poured onto everyone's heads, flowing down the armor and golden sword, and then spreading on the white Tai'a Dao.

Roars, screams, rage, blood, severed arms, entrails, human heads

In this Tai Ah Dao, it has become a Shura field.

Li Changfeng's white robe has been dyed blood-red, but the blood qi has blinded the minds of all the people in Tai'a Dao, and they can no longer give birth to a trace of reason, and all they can do is mechanical killing.

The old monk turned into a flesh and blood monk, his palms fell, and a whole piece of people turned into minced meat, and a punch blasted out, and the human head exploded.

Li Changfeng, Qing Lao, Uncle Ghost, Liu Feihong, Zhuo Xingyun, Xie Hong, Li Bezhi, they were unwilling, but they had no choice to join the killing.

More and more people were lying on the ground, until at last there was no one left who could stand.

They either stood on top of other people's corpses or soaked in blood.

This scene has never been similar.

More than ten years ago, there was a person who also killed a river of blood in Tianque Palace, and more than ten years later, his son also walked on his father's path.

The sky turned from blue to dark, then to a bit of gold, and finally to a rainbow of colors, and the whole sky was colorful.

Outside Chang'an City, the smell of blood diffused from Tianque Palace gradually spread, and those who were close to the question couldn't help but run away from it.

How many people would have to die to have that smell!

In a remote alley in Chang'an City, the once green green bamboo has become yellow and shriveled, and the leaves have long fallen to the ground, and the lanterns hanging on the door frame of this tavern are also dilapidated and only the appearance of lanterns remains, two of which have been extinguished, and the owner of the tavern has never changed the wick of the lamp oil, but just kept it for a façade, leaving the last one to support the black in the alley, becoming the only candle flame in the darkness.

At the door, an old man and a young man were sitting, raising their heads and looking in the direction of Tianque Palace.

The young man, draped in a towel over his shoulders and rolled up his trousers, looked at the sunset in the distance, and muttered, "There are really a lot of deaths." ”

The old man sat quietly with a sluggish expression, one of his legs a little sloping, straight upright.

The young man looked at the lonely old man beside him, his sideburns had grown many, many whites, and he had been tormented by the search for himself and the loss of himself all these years, and even the years were especially cruel to him.

Young man: "Old man, let's go to the palace for a while, and we can count ourselves as the last thing we can do for this world." ”

Unexpectedly, the old man did not remain silent this time, but nodded.

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The man smiled self-deprecatingly: "I haven't married a daughter-in-law and had a son, it seems that our Jing family is going to die in this life, you wait for me to clean up, close the door and leave." ”

The young man walked into the room and pulled out a bag from the cabinet, which was wrapped in layers of floral cloth.

The young man carefully unfolded the cloth, revealing two shiny sword cones.

He looked at it for a long time, then put it away and went out the door.

"There's nothing to clean up in our tavern, and the door doesn't have to be closed, so let's go. ”

He smiled, took the old man's hand and walked slowly in the direction of Tianque Palace.

The smell of blood was so strong that it made people sick to their stomachs, Xie Hongxiang and Li Bezhi had already exhausted their strength, leaning on the stone pillar next to Tai'a Dao to breathe, their ankles and shoes had already been soaked in blood, and the skirts were like blooming blood lotuses.

It's a place where I want to vomit.

But their eyes unconsciously looked at the figure in the front.

Li Changfeng's white robe was dyed blood red, and even his white hair turned red, but the aura on his body was still strong and unfathomable.

The people in front of him were all scared of being killed, and their steps were vain and their bodies retreated, and they did not dare to step forward.

There were only Qin Qianqi and a few people left in the Jinyi Guard, and the Qingyi Army was almost killed, but they died at the hands of the flesh and blood monks.

The old monk still looked like a light and compassionate man, but his hands were folded, and there was no place on his body that was not blood-red.

He was more of a Shura than a monk.

Li Changfeng looked at the cultivators under King Chun's sect, they all looked at Li Changfeng with fierce eyes, but they didn't dare to approach Li Changfeng one by one.

Li Changfeng really stepped on the sea of corpses.

They didn't know how many people Li Changfeng had killed.

I can only see the stumps and broken arms of these people built together, like a mountain, and Li Changfeng is standing on the mountain.

His true yuan is still majestic, and his eyes are still fierce.

Li Changfeng slowly glanced at everyone, and all the people who looked at him unconsciously avoided each other's gaze.

No one dared to look directly at this Shura.

Li Changfeng roared angrily: "Who else!"

There is no one left, and no one dares to go against its edge.

Except for one person.

The old monk clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and raised slightly, and said, "Master Li, it's time to make an end." ”

Li Changfeng and the old monk were standing in the sea of corpses.

Far from each other.

Qing Lao and Zhuo Xingyun took a step forward, looked at the old monk opposite and said, "Kunlun slave, even if we die on the spot, we won't let you succeed!"

In the extreme west of Kyushu, there is Kunlun Mountain, and the top of Kunlun Mountain has the Fetal Tibetan and Vajra Tantra.

Everyone in the world knows that the Kunlun Mountain Tantra has a supreme secret master, Zhizang Longshi, who is a living Buddha of the Tibetan Sect, but they don't know that there is a person in the Vajra Sect who once went down the mountain with his back from the sect, and he is a Kunlun slave.

Even the few people who learned about this thought that Kunlun Nu had already died in the rivers and lakes under the mountain.

Unexpectedly, he had been in the Tianque Palace.

Entering the WTO, and then hiding in the world.

He's waiting.

Wait for the birth of the Holy Child.

Now, he's waiting for that opportunity.

Kunlun Nu looked at Qing Lao, his bloodstained face, and a smile squeezed out of his dry face like orange peel and said, "Okay, that is, what the old friend wants, you should be satisfied." ”

Qing Lao felt his chest, and suddenly felt cold.

It is a kind of decay of vitality, like a brilliant flower that has been cut off by someone.

He looked down and saw a bloody hole in his chest, and there was a hand,

It looked thin and shriveled, but it was enough to compare with the sharpest sword in the world, and it passed through his body, taking away Qing Lao's vitality and the light in his eyes.

Everyone looked at Qing Lao in shock, looking at the hand.

Looking at the owner of that hand, a faint smile pursed at the corner of his mouth.

Kunlun Nu withdrew his hand, and then slapped his palm on Zhuo Xingyun's chest.

Zhuo Xingyun sprayed blood and knelt on the ground.

Liu Feihong hurriedly supported his body, she wanted to cover the blood at the corner of Zhuo Xingyun's mouth, but the thick blood flowed out along her fingers.

Zhuo Xingyun laughed miserably: "It's been more than ten years, my old bone is finally going down to see that guy, if I get down there I will say sorry to him, I didn't help his child." ”

Liu Feihong's tears couldn't help falling, and she muttered: "You don't say a few words, save some strength." ”

Zhuo Xingyun smiled, and then ran out of breath.

He died in Liu Feihong's arms.

Li Changfeng roared angrily, and a sword slashed towards Kunlun Nu, this ordinary long sword in his hand, because of the excessive injection of true yuan, it became red and burned, and constantly melted into molten iron.

What is dripping here is Li Changfeng's killing intent.

Kunlun Nu's fingers tapped on the blade of the sword, which was short of inches, and then turned into fragments and floated in the wind.

Li Changfeng received the power of Kunlun Nu's palm, and his body fell back.

Kunlun Nu smiled calmly: "You are the father of the Holy Child, so I will spare your life and let you watch me fly into the Divine Dao with the power of the Holy Child, this kind of scene is not often seen. ”

Li Changfeng's knees were oozing blood, staring at Kunlun Nu.

At this moment, a sunset suddenly appeared in the sky.

This sunset is more brilliant than the gold of the sky, coming from the sky, like an arrow from a string.

I don't know why, Kunlun Nu looked up at the sunset, and there was a trace of admiration in his heart.

This kind of subtle control is really miraculous, and it is rare in the world.

The sunset in the sky leaped in, and finally broke away from the sky, penetrating Kunlunnu's body at an incredible speed, nailing to the stone wall behind him.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Li Changfeng saw that thing clearly, the weapon that drew brilliant colors.

It was a bright sword cone.

Kunlun Nu lowered his head and looked at the bloody hole in his chest.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and at that moment, a second ray of color shot through his neck and nailed to the stone wall behind him.

It was the second sword cone.

Kunlun Nu wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, so he slowly closed his eyes and fell down.

With unparalleled power, these two sword cones shot into Kunlun Nu's body, and then destroyed all the meridians in his body in a single breath, and then destroyed Yuan Hai with great power, and then burst out.

If you look at the wounds, there are only two very small holes, but Kunlun Nu's body has already turned into a pile of minced meat.

Two sword cones killed Kunlun, but the wielder never appeared.

Li Changfeng got up and looked outside the imperial city, and he saw a young man holding an old man with a slope foot and leaving the imperial city.

"Damn, it's okay, it's okay, my life is left, I was scared to death. The young man's voice gradually drifted and dissipated into the wind.