"Second brother?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, a bad premonition surged in his heart, and he didn't care about the piercing pain on his body, and hurriedly came to the old man.

What caught the eye was the old man's calm complexion, his eyebrows lowered, his expression serene, and he didn't see the extremely murderous aura of Fang Cai.

"Second brother."

The old man panicked in his heart, and hurriedly stretched out his hand and pressed the old man's shoulders, but he didn't dare to exert any force.

The old man who was standing quietly raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes were hollow, and he stared straight at the person in front of him.

The old man was startled, and his hands shook.

Next, he saw that the figure of the person in front of him shook a few times, and when he raised his head again, he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

In the thick of blood, the old man's body slowly fell, making a dull sound and shaking up pieces of smoke and dust.

"Second brother!"

The old man exclaimed, and hurriedly squatted down to check the old man's body, but he touched it, and his hands were full of blood.

The thick smell of blood enveloped the old man, quickly filling his chest and spreading to his vision.

The body at hand gradually became cold, the old man's hands trembled, and the blood-stained robe was lifted by the night wind, bringing a cold breath.

There was a soft sound of rustling, dense, which made the old man's scalp tingle for a while.

The air calmed down, and there was a slight tremor on the ground beneath his feet, and the old man hung his head suddenly, but saw that there was something in the corpse on the ground, which was full of wrinkled skin, and it seemed to be constantly wriggling, glowing with a faint black.

Taking a deep breath, the old man's gaze suddenly sharpened, and when he raised his hand, his palm power swirled, slamming on the ground.

A loud noise was heard, dust splashed, and many tiny cracks began to appear on the ground, spreading at an extremely fast speed, forming a huge web.

The corpse on the ground pulled out a few times, and the old man withdrew his hand suddenly, and his body retreated violently.

I saw that on the corpse, many vines were born, slowly pulling out of the flesh and blood, with a dark red blood, dripping.

Then, as if swallowed by something, the corpse gradually dissolved into fine smoot until it was no longer visible.

The vines that shook their bodies seemed to have absorbed the endless blood color and became bewitching, accompanied by a strange sound, rushing towards the old man.

The old man gritted his teeth, the hands in his sleeves slowly tightened, the palm spiritual power condensed, and his body rose from the ground, bringing up a violent air current, and strangled away at the vines.

Between the sharp spiritual power strangulation, the vines all broke, breaking out dark red blood that flew out, and sprinkled on the cold ground one after another.

Before the old man could breathe a sigh of relief, the blood that fell to the ground turned into a blazing flame, quickly merging, and emitting a clear sound.

No longer hesitating, the old man let out a low roar, and the spiritual power of his whole body skyrocketed, attacking towards the monstrous flames at an extreme speed, with a resolute meaning.

However, the blazing flames did not confront the old man head-on, nor did they hurt him, but only surrounded him, forming a complex formation that trapped him.

The moment the front was combined, the old man only felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to stop flowing, all the spiritual power was sealed, and the meridians were tightly imprisoned.

Between the flames, the formation became more and more complicated, and the old man kept trying, trying to use his spiritual power and break through the shackles, but it had no effect.

It seems that the whole body has lost its strength, and all the attacks have lost their previous murderous aura and attack power, and they have fallen on the front line, and they are all dissolved lightly.

The bloodstained hands were clenched tightly, the old man narrowed his eyes, a trace of fierceness suddenly flashed in his chaotic eyes, and the corners of his mouth were hooked, revealing a strange smile.

His right hand groped for the top of his neck, grabbed a rope, and pulled it violently, and his spiritual power splashed.

A pendant was ripped off, giving off a faint halo.

The old man sneered, bit his finger, and the crimson blood slowly dripped down, falling onto the jade-colored pendant, gradually merging with it.

The jade-colored pendant slowly turned into a blood-red color, and the halo deepened, emitting bursts of mournful roars.

The old man raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and violent spiritual power suddenly erupted in his body, and the color of blood covered everything.

There was a sound of shattering, and the formation that trapped the old man began to shake, and many small cracks appeared, which became more and more as the old man moved.

A moment later, the staggered lines suddenly split and break, dissipating in the night wind, turning into a faint blood qi.

The old man held the blood-colored sword in his hand, his eyes were red, and his already old body was even more rickety, trembling constantly.

Taking a deep breath, the old man supported his body with a long sword, and slowly stood up straight, his sword light was fierce.

However, all his movements stopped at that moment.

The night wind was cold, blowing away the thick bloody air, with a cold condensation, sprinkled all over everything.

The old man's eyes gradually became hollow, his blue lips trembled, and the hand holding the long sword trembled.

The sword roared, accompanied by dark red bloodstains.

His breathing gradually slowed down, the old man's eyes trembled, and he slowly lowered his head, but in his heart, he saw a huge blood hole.

The old man's pupils shrank suddenly, and the old man's body fell to the ground suddenly, blood splattered.

The long sword fell to the ground, making a clear sound, and the blood was swirling.

The old man made a few intermittent sounds, and dark red blood continued to flow out of his mouth, staining the cold land red.

The gray eyebrows trembled, the old man's breathing gradually weakened, and slowly, his eyes closed, and his bloodstained hands stopped trembling.

There were bursts of fluctuations in the air, and the spiritual power flashed, and the corners of the white clothes raised a gentle arc, rippling with a cool rippling moonlight.

Su Yun's slender figure fell silently to the treetops, the white hairband flew up, and the green silk was slightly raised.

Straightening his sleeves slightly, Su Yunran raised his eyes, stepped on tiptoe, and fell to the ground.

Numerous vines appeared, consciously spread on the ground, forming a smooth path for Su Yunran to walk until the old man was in front of him.

Su Yunran's body was slim, but after a few breaths, the afterimage flashed, and he had already arrived in front of the old man.

Slightly frowning, covering his face with his sleeves, his thin eyebrows wrinkled slightly, Su Yun hooked his lips suddenly, and with a movement of his fingertips, the long sword on the ground was held up by spiritual power and floated in front of her.

"It's ······"

Su Yunran's thin eyebrows furrowed even tighter, and a dark light crossed his clear eyes, as if he had thought of something, and his face sank suddenly.

The hand in his sleeve slowly tightened, Su Yunran was silent for a moment, put away his long sword, put his hand behind his back, and turned away, not looking at the bloodstains on the ground.

Su Yunran raised his feet and slowly left along the path made of vines.

With the pace of Su Yunran's departure, the vines slowly withdrew without a sound.

With a clear sound, a blazing flame suddenly appeared, burning the old man's body and turning it into light smoke and dissipating into the night.

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