A red thread divided the body into two parts, and the two eyes that were divided in equal parts turned drippingly, and the two halves of the mouth squirmed, and finally they could not say a word.

With a huge impact force, Wen Chuanting knocked the two connected corpses away from the middle, and as soon as the body passed through, the blood became a torrent, and the internal organs swayed wantonly, red and white, mixed together, and it was impossible to distinguish which one was which.

A sword whirled, Wen Chuanting didn't care about it anymore, the road in front of him was smooth, no one was obstructed, and he drove straight in, reaching the Terran Forte, Wen Chuanting did not choose to leave, but turned around and faced the people chasing behind him.

If they don't solve everything, they will chase after them like kraft candy, and only by completely solving them and leaving them all here, can he rest assured that he can take the monkey and Dugu to move around the human area.

No one wants to, always chasing a tail behind him, and from time to time he is looking for some trouble.

"The best way is to let the surnamed Cheng stay in this endless forest of monsters forever. ”

The long sword trembled, responding to the question of Chuanting's mood at this time. Looking up, the crowd in front of him was surging, and people were running behind him one after another.

"It's a tough battle, and it's a moment of death once and for all!"

The gray-haired mouse standing on the root of the tree high above the ground, at the moment of the arrival of the crowd, had already jumped high, rushed into the arms of the person at the head of the row, called affectionately twice, and the little head arched in front of the man's chest, as if to invite merit.

"Boy, why don't you run away?" the man was triumphant, his palm brushing lightly over the gray-haired mouse.

Asked Chuanting to look at it from a distance, the gray-haired mouse was comfortably fascinated by his eyes, until the man laughed wildly, the gray-haired mouse opened his eyes, glanced contemptuously and asked Chuanting, as if he was saying, "Little, with me, none of you can run away!"

That look, that look, made Wen Chuan's teeth itch with hatred. I can't wait to slap this despised rat to death with one palm.

"Haha, I know I can't run away?! Then come over obediently, kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, maybe I'm in a good mood, and I'll plead with Senior Brother Cheng and leave you a whole corpse. ”

"Haha......"

Everyone laughed, but the footsteps did not stop, a group of people slowly gathered around, and invisible pressure was generated.

More than 50 people, more than 50 pairs of eyes, their eyes fell on Wen Chuanting's body in unison, and the black pressure pressed a piece of people's heads, causing unimaginable horror, the air was viscous, and people couldn't breathe well.

Wen Chuan was quite speechless, and stepped out with his sword, his body turned into a thunder storm, and the sword aura was pervasive, rolling the air current, cutting the oppressive atmosphere.

"Kill yourself!" the man shouted angrily, waving his hand, and the people behind him began to speed up.

The footsteps fell to the ground, the rumbling sound was like a thousand troops, the sword light and sword light flickered, and the cold light bloomed, shining abnormally, illuminating the sky.

Wen Chuanting's demeanor remained unchanged, his heart was awe-inspiring, his body was like a swimming dragon, his sword was like a swimming light, shuttling through the crowd uncertainly, and the panicked sword qi burst out, like the sun that tore through the dark clouds, blooming in the black oppressive crowd.

The long sword shook, the loud noise continued, and more than a dozen figures flew out of the crowd in a whirlwind, spilling blood high in the air, sprinkling all the way, like a little blood rain falling, sprinkled on the crowd below.

At this moment, who cares about it, and who will cover it?

Let the blood rain fall, soak the clothes, smear the faces, and smear the people in the battle into a hideous, fierce and vicious appearance.

The light mask in front of him rippled, the ripples spread, and the attack was resisted, and the strength of ninety percent was canceled out, and the remaining trace was hammered on the body through the light mask, although the force was light, it could not block the large number, and at this time, there was blood flowing at the corner of his mouth.

This was injured by the force that passed through the light mask, and part of the body was blocked, and a lot of it still entered the body and crushed the internal organs.

"Kill with all your might, don't leave anything to spare!" the man roared as he hugged the gray-haired mouse.

Still uneasy, the man added, "Kill him, kill him quickly, Senior Brother Cheng, I'll explain!"

The sword light is sensen, the sword light is Huo Huo, everyone works hard, and the whole body is used to exert the strength, and ten percent of the strength is used to use twelve percent of the strength, in order to crush the little man Wen Chuanting under the sword.

They had already seen that many of their senior brothers who were on par with each other in cultivation had been shot down and knocked away by him, and some of them had vomited blood and fell to the ground one after another.

Ferocious, ferocious, and monster, this is the thought in everyone's heart, if it weren't for some scruples in their hearts, everyone would have wanted to use 200% of their strength, and at this time someone promised, where would there be reservations.

Tossing and turning, Wen Chuanting swam in a square inch, his body swayed, bent, and twisted, dodging a long sword and a big sword, and the long sword in his hand was like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, vicious and fast, every blow must be hit, and everyone was killed miserably.

In this battle, the sky was dark, the hands and feet were sore, and the blood was boiling.

In the face of the murderous Yingye, the blood stained the whole body, everyone was frightened, but they were reluctant to get the reward that was about to arrive, each of them had blood-red eyes, and swords came out together, with an awe-inspiring roar, with a clear cold light.

They went crazy and attacked with all their might, landing on Wen Chuanting, causing ripples before sliding to the side. What's more, the person followed the sword, fiercely faced the tip of the knife that also slipped to the side, and died under the sword of his own brother.

There is no space, there is no place to dodge, front and back, left, right and right, are all enemies, Wen Chuanting is like a small fish covered in oil, shuttling through the oily and smooth crowd, letting them cut with knives and axes, not resisting and unstoppable, the long sword in his hand beats, with the light of the Dao, stabbing at the enemy with great fierceness.

Everywhere the long sword passed, the blood flowers scattered, in addition to the dead, or the dead, people stacked people, piled up in a pile, built a high platform, and held up the question and pass it firmly. He is like a demon who has descended into the world, a bloodthirsty demon beast, devouring each piece of fresh life.

There is no howl, no sorrow, Wen Chuanting is like a light in the dark, with endless temptation, attracting moths one after another, allowing himself to burn into ashes under the flame of his lamp.

Asking Chuanting to gasp, I don't know when, the side was empty, and before any enemy stepped forward, three or two people stood under the pile of dead people, looking up at him with fear and horror on their faces.

Seeing that Wen Chuanting looked at him, he snorted one by one, turned around and ran.

"Can you run away?" sneered silently, his face was hideous and terrifying, and a long banner appeared in his hand, whirring in the wind, and the black qi gushed out, like a dragon poking his head, chasing after everyone who ran for their lives.

The miserable howl sounded, as if experiencing the most terrifying thing in the world, seeing the flesh and blood of the body dissipate little by little in the black gas, and the fear in my heart was even worse.

The man, holding the gray-haired mouse in his arms, stared at all this in a daze, and really couldn't understand why so many people besieged it, but in the end it ended in a tragic death for everyone.

The horror in his heart made him forget everything, even if the gray-haired mouse in his arms called, and even the two big teeth gnawed on his hand, there was no reaction, until the five black dragons surrounded him and devoured him, and there was only endless fear in his eyes.