Their voices were like ghosts crying wolf, which was not only a roar to embolden themselves, but also a roar to forcibly suppress the conscience in their hearts. In the chests of each of them, the many shining qualities of justice and kindness, which had been formed for a long time, were now piercing their hearts like red-hot knives, and each of them was pouring a bitter feeling of nausea from their stomachs. They couldn't stop, they couldn't quit, they couldn't say, "I'm very uncomfortable, I'm going to quit", because every one of them knew that Fang Tianhang was watching them from a distance, and the Holy Water Sect and the people of the Iron Palm Gang who didn't know how to betray the righteous path were surrounding them.

It was a fight with no way out, 24 against 1.

The sky is out of the sheath.

Wan Jianxin was furious.

One of the former chief killers of the Excalibur Gate, Wan Jianxin, finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and pulled out his sword against his peers. In his hand, the medium-grade mysterious weapon suddenly turned into a dazzling arc of light, drawing a complete circle around him.

It was like lightning in the dark night, and the dazzling splendor exploded in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant. The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded one after another, and then there was a tooth-aching cracking sound one after another.

The sword, broken, Gangfeng, also broken. In the face of the true mystery of killing, the mystery of breaking the mystery was completely defeated without any luck. Wang Shenhai's body rushed forward and braked suddenly, staring at the sword in his hand in a daze. This sword was given to him by Wan Jianxin.

The Demon Swallowing Carp that once slashed demons and eliminated demons, and was once regarded by many ordinary people as a Demon Swallowing Carp that guarded the peace and justice of the town, was ruthlessly broken by its former owner, not broken, but broken into many pieces by the wind pressure brought by the sword.

"The Demon Devouring Carp is not used to kill demons, so what is the use?" Wan Jian Xin said, his voice full of silence. His heart was scarred at this time, his fighting spirit was dying at this time, his faith was like a candle in the wind, and his will to live had long since been cut off like the girl who fell in a pool of blood, cold and stiff.

25 swords shattered into countless tattered pieces of iron, only the Tianchong in the hand of Wan Jianxin still let out an unyielding chirp, the Xuanqi Tianchong, the sword of the open sky, overcoming thorns and thorns, even if he was alone, even if he was covered with scars, what could he do? This was originally a lonely warrior's sword, a brave man's sword, but at this moment, its owner was not a lonely warrior or a brave man, just a poor chivalrous man who wanted to desperately protect his own beliefs.

His belief is that he is a teacher, and it is the brothers and sisters in front of him who have faced life and death side by side, experienced hardships, and charged side by side towards the masters of the evil path in the distraction period and even the merging period. But now, his faith has raised its sword against him.

What is the feeling of shattering faith? Is it pain? No.

The feeling of shattering faith is the feeling of not having feelings, that is, losing all feelings, and for Wan Jian Xin, it is the feeling of death.

He slowly put Tian Chong into the scabbard, coldly, deeply swept over the fellow disciples who surrounded him, 25 people were defeated, and 50 people surrounded him.

The hand holding the sword is completely released. Wan Jianxin raised his head slightly, looked at the sky, and remained motionless. He gave up, he gave up resistance, and he gave up the will to live. He, Wan Jianxin, a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect who abides by the justice of chivalry, would rather die at the hands of his fellow disciples than draw his sword from these younger brothers and sisters who once fought together in blood and swore to help each other for the rest of their lives and never betray them.

This is his belief, and this is his principle, which is what he can call ten thousand sword hearts, all.

"Kill him!, or we will all be arrested and punished by the government!" Wang Shenhai shouted in a sharp voice from the depths of the crowd, and the voice was very similar to the little father-in-law who had just been castrated.

The crowd was silent for a second, two seconds, three seconds, and then suddenly erupted with a treacherous and vicious killing intent, and then shouted and surrounded them in a chaotic manner.

The sword light shone brightly, and the blood splattered.

......

The silver-colored figure suddenly appeared beside Wan Jian Xin like a demon emerging from the void.

The cuffs of the silver trench coat were relatively tight, so they only opened a little with the movement of the silver-haired boy's hand, but it was in such a tight cuff that three powerful and heavy Heaven Breakers suddenly flew out.

"Bloody slaughter, Xianqu!" Gently summoning the incantation, Yinchen raised his hand, and three black rainbows suddenly burst out of his sleeve, like a pitch-black judgment, through the bodies of many disciples of the Divine Sword Sect. Driven by the powerful dark magic of Silver Dust, and under the precise control of the new buff magic "Blood Splitting Demon Emperor Absolute Style", the three Skybreakers transformed into three spirals of black light, which flew through the layers of protective body qi and through a flesh-and-blood body into the distance.

The pitch-black light carried a heavy pressure, smashing Gangfeng fiercely, brutally and ferociously crushing the internal organs of the bones, squeezing the originally intact and robust body into a sunken shape. The heavy Skybreaker spun rapidly under the impetus of the dark forces, burrowing into the sunken shape, piercing through skin muscles, crushing organs, splitting bones. The whirling force lined up the bone-crushed plasma organs and musculo-skin in all directions, throwing out everything that was stuck to the Broken Shuttle. The erosive flesh and bone and tissue fragments were scattered and splashed under the drive of centrifugal force, and when the blood light burst out, huge holes in the flesh and blood appeared on the chest and abdomen of the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, these were all fatal injuries, and the healing pill basically couldn't save them.

The three spirals of black light disappeared a hundred steps away, and the 34 disciples of the Divine Sword Sect died tragically on the spot. Silver Dust lowered his right hand, and the three Skybreakers that had turned into energy bodies returned to his body silently.

Blood splashed on Wan Jianxin's face at this moment, forcing him to come back to his senses.

He was still unscathed, still surviving the siege of his fellow disciples. He turned his head stiffly, wanting to see who it was, and which one of his junior brothers and sisters he didn't care about much on weekdays, but who cared about him very much, and chose the greatest and noblest sacrifice for his rotten life called Wan Jian Xin.

"Enough!" his voice was hoarse like a ghost, his eyes were only a still gray, his heart had already been hollowed out, only the heart was beating instinctively and meaninglessly.

"Let Wan have a good time!" he yelled at the person who had just appeared beside him, and he didn't even have the heart to tell who it was: "Wan's life is low, it's not worth your life......

He couldn't go any longer, and his body shook so violently that he almost fell to the ground. His gray eyes were even overflowing with tears of despair and grief, and he saw clearly that beside him was the person he was most reluctant to see, the most reluctant to see at this moment! )