"Die!" asked Chuanting roared, his right hand crossed a graceful arc, dodging the weak long knife, slashing through the neck, blood rained down, a good head flew out, and then fell heavily into the rubble on the bluestone floor. There was no trace of sparkle in his round eyes.

"It's not worth it, it shouldn't be, I just want Xiangliu Thirteen!" asked Chuanting to ignore the falling corpse, rushed through the blood mist, and went straight to the direction guided by the snake body.

Not worth it, not deserved, is it pity or sympathy for the deceased? No one understands his current feelings. Between life and death, there is only an all-out attack, who has the mood, time, and energy to be emotionally controlled and think about things other than fighting? Is there too much difference in the cultivation of the two of them? Obviously not, the opponent died, and the corners of Wen Chuanting's mouth were bleeding, which hurt the internal administration, and there was also blood between the waist and abdomen.

The master makes a move, only fights for the first line, and deserts his thoughts, which is pure death.

"Patriarch ......"

“...... Patriarch, woo woo ......"

Seeing the tragedy of the fall with their own eyes, countless people cried bitterly, countless people were shouting, the crowd was excited, and the killing intent was boiling.

"Don't force me to kill again!" asked Chuanting to take a step forward, and his deep voice echoed in the hearts of everyone.

"There are so many people who have killed me Xiangliu Clan, and you dare to say that you don't want to kill, but we are in a hurry to let you kill!" a sharp voice sounded in the angry crowd.

"I just want Xiangliu Thirteen!" The sharp gaze swept over the person in front of him who was boiling with murderous intent, and there was anxiety and anger in his heart.

"What are you and I?" a sharp voice echoed through the crowd, flickering left and right, flickering forward and backward.

"Hmph! there's nothing to say over there!hehe......" Q Chuanting laughed, from low to high, and his voice was deafening.

"Despicable, kill him! Kill him......"

"Kill ......"

"Haha...... Despicable ......" asked Chuanting gritted his teeth, and the stirring sound pierced through the clouds and spread throughout the capital.

"This is the rhythm of looking for death, such a cultivation, Xiangliu is going to be unlucky......"

"Hehe, provoke such a strong person......"

"The Aiyanagi clan is finished......"

All kinds of thoughts poured out in the hearts of the crowd who were waiting, that is, they were shocked by the cultivation of Wen Chuanting, and they were also sorry for the unwisdom of the Xiangliu clan, and the eyes of the people who looked at them were full of pity, sympathy, and schadenfreude.

"Your Excellency, be merciful!" the sound of breaking through the air sounded, accompanied by a clear voice.

"Die!" At the same time as the other party's voice sounded, Wen Chuanting roared angrily in his heart, his fingers moved, and he pinched the seal - the blood seal, which is the blood control seal in the secret of the battle, and it is usually not pinched, but the enemy's cultivation is low, and the enemy's blood can be controlled at the place where the mind moves, at this time, the quality of the enemy's cultivation is much higher than that of the previous batch of people, and the number of people is too much. At this time, the seal was pinched out, and the main purpose was to destroy the enemy's living force as much as possible, unlike before, only to control the blood flow of a part of the people.

"Keep your men behind!" the voice echoed through the air, echoing above everyone's heads.

Ignoring the sound of breaking the air behind him, he pinched the fingers that turned into blood red with blood marks, and the void pressed in an instant, and with a 'buzz' sound, the void shook, I don't know if it was the effect of the seal, or because there were too many people who died in front of him, leaving too much blood, and the air was glowing with scarlet.

The red wave pattern spreads, crossing the distance of space, breaking through the limit of time, and all the red wave lines that touch the human body seem to be absorbed by the other party's body and no longer appear. The stunned expressions and angry romances of the people in front of them were instantly frozen after the red waves, and the eyes containing murderous intent slowly dimmed, no longer the previous agility, the focus was scattered, and it was gray.

"Erdare!" came from behind him, accompanied by the sound of weapons breaking through the air.

The finger pressed on the void trembled suddenly, accompanied by the repeated popping sounds, turned around, and pressed the fingerprint virtually. Slipping underfoot, as if someone was pulling your body back. The moment he turned around, he found that the person who was sneaking up behind him was in a burning spirit, with a clear body, a ruddy face, a towering nose bridge, a three-foot white beard fluttering at the chin, annoyed eyes, a slightly longitudinal nose, and the whole face gave people the feeling that the other party was like an angry child.

"Your Excellency, however, has passed. A gruff voice sounded from the side.

Looking sideways, the wide robe wraps around the short body, the waist is rickety, and the body hides great strength. "It's the Unity Realm again!" asked Chuanting with a chill in his heart, "It seems that the movement is too big, and the Unity Realm, which is usually not seen, comes out one after another at this time." Wen Chuanting turned his mind in his heart, and in the blink of an eye, a figure like a beggar on the street, as if he had broken through the limitations of space, appeared in front of the eyes of the three of them, and the sound of breaking the air sounded in his ears.

The eyes closed abruptly, and when they opened again, the eyes no longer contained any emotional color, and they stared coldly, mercilessly at the three people who suddenly appeared in front of them. The eyes reflect the figures of the three people, and the deep eyes are like flowing five-colored light, constantly outlining colorful words.

"Your Excellency......" The last person to arrive took a step forward in the void, opening his mouth to reveal a mouth full of yellow teeth.

"Beggar you have finally appeared!" the gruff voice of the short old man wrapped in a wide robe exploded in everyone's ears again.

The beggar who was interrupted was not annoyed, but just glanced at the short old man with cold eyes, "Short ......"

"Now is not the time to be emotional, let's talk about the problem of the Xiangliu clan first!" The old man Qinghao interrupted the words that the beggar was about to spit out, ignoring the beggar's eyes, ignoring the short old man's provocative demeanor, and looking down at Wen Chuanting.

"Hypocrite!" the beggar pursed his lips, and the whispered voice echoed in everyone's ears, and the old man glared at the beggar fiercely, and then spoke, "Which tribe are you?

Wen Chuanting's ruthless eyes narrowed suddenly, and the killing intent was blocked by the lowered eyelids, "They should be killed!"

"Uh......"

"Haha...... There is a personality!" the beggar clapped his palms and shouted.

"Kill?!good!good!good!good!" The short old man's round eyes suddenly burst open, the killing intent was raging, and his clenched hands trembled, as if the next moment, he would pounce on him and tear Wen Chuan Ting apart.

"If you don't give me an explanation today, then please follow me to the dungeon of Dadu for a while. The old man's voice suddenly became cold.

"You're going to stop me!" asked Chuanting raised his head, word by word popped out of his mouth, his squinted eyes suddenly opened, and the wanton murderous aura was no longer blocked.

"Elder, elder, worship elders......" Pavilion Tao Feng ran over and shouted, running and shouting.

"Oh, little madman, why are you here?" The old man looked carefully at the shouting young man, only to see that he was covered in blood, chaotic and unstable aura, and after a long time of careful looking, he found that it was an acquaintance, to be exact, the descendant of an acquaintance.

"The Pavilion Taoist is involved?" The short old man's murderous intent boiled, and his naked eyes seemed to be about to eat people.

"Quack ......" the beggar laughed unscrupulously, ignoring the murderous gaze of the dwarf old man.

"Hmm......" The short old man's words made Guan Taofeng cold, as if he was standing naked in the ice and snow.

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