The dozen or so figures all fell in an instant, and they were no longer alive.

The figure standing in the room walked out step by step, staring ahead with eyes mixed with a murderous aura, and the person standing on the eaves, holding the torch in his hand, smiled coldly, stretched out his hand to put the torch into the firewood, and the corners of his mouth were raised upward, "General, if you are interested, please kill yourself." You still can't forget what happened ten years ago, and you don't dare to use an open flame now?"

"Get out, get out, get out!" The murderous aura of the whole body skyrocketed, and the person holding the scimitar suddenly rushed forward, and in the black eyes, the blood-red light flashed, as if returning to the night of that day, the fire, burning mercilessly, burned their yard, and the whole house was wiped out except for him, even he escaped by the dog hole in the corner, and since then, he has never dared to see the flames again.

The breath of blood stimulated his nerves, his whole body trembled, and the blue-white figure suddenly rose up, and the whole person flew out like lightning, heading towards the figure in front of him.

The boundless murderous aura gathered, and the slashed figure directly cut the dozen people in front of him in half with a single sword, and rushed forward frantically.

The person standing on the eaves smiled coldly, looked at the kid in front of him, and dragged his chin with one hand, "Oh? This weapon is not bad, could it be that you already know the method of forging?" Rong Jie, didn't the teacher tell you, you have to control the murderous aura of the whole body, if you continue like this, you will be swallowed by your own murderous aura." ”

"Stop, stop, you devil, demon, I'm going to kill you, kill you!" The scimitar in his hand trembled, and the man who rushed out raised the scimitar in his hand and slashed forward.

It's just that he is fast, and the figure is faster, almost instantly moved in front of Rong Jie's body, grabbed the scimitar in Rong Jie's hand with one hand, pressed it on the back of the knife with his backhand, and slashed into Rong Jie's chest with a "brush".

"This is a blade forged by Douqi, interesting, it seems that there is also a Douqi master secretly helping you. I'll take this scimitar, if you want to blame, blame you for not being strong enough, even if the enemy is standing by your side, you can't kill me. The corners of his mouth hooked upward, and the man in black who was standing looked at the figure in front of him, and suddenly withdrew the scimitar in his hand.

The blue and white clothes were already stained with red blood, slowly kneeling on the ground, Rong Jie's eyes widened, looking at the person in front of him, his slender fingers were deeply inserted into his flesh and blood, and the whole person's chest was full of blood, although the power that even he didn't know was repairing his wounds, but the knife that touched his heart, even if he had strong vitality, he couldn't repair his body.

However, the strong and powerful fingers tightly grabbed his shirt, and his eyes were mixed with boundless hatred, staring coldly at the person in front of him, he was not convinced! Why, why was there still no way to win against the person in front of him, why in the end, there was still no way to win against him and escape his eyeballs.

"Master!" the figure in the courtyard galloped away, the fire was still burning, the boundless murderous aura was horizontal, the scimitar cut them apart, the fierce aura spread horizontally, and the people who were standing, as if they were ten years ago, stood in front of him, still like this, looking at him condescendingly!

Subconsciously clenched his fists, but his whole body had no strength, and he could only look at him with gray pupils, as if he wanted to understand the person in front of him.

"Hmph, monster, you could have escaped alive ten years ago, and ten years later, can you?" The sharp scimitar stabbed out abruptly, stabbing into Rong Jie's left chest with great accuracy, and the cold light in his eyes flashed, but he ruthlessly pulled out the scimitar.

Ten years ago, you could have escaped alive, ten years later, can you?

Piercing your heart and prioritizing your hands and feet, can you still move?

Let the boundless fire burn, the heavy smell of blood continues, filling the mouth, is there a difference between ten years ago and ten years later? In the end, there is still no escape from death.

The breeze gradually rose, and the night sky was a little oppressive, making people open their eyes.

The black aura enveloped the air, and it looked so cold.

"Don't you really know what day it is?" Raising his eyes, Ling Yuhan looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help but smile softly. For the ignorant eyes of Shang Twelve, the person in front of him really didn't give him face.

Shaking his head, Twelve didn't come up with it for a long time, but looking at Ling Yuhan's appearance for a few days, he seemed to be very happy, just like a child, he took her to play for a day, and gave her a dagger.

Helplessly supporting his head, Ling Yuhan reached out and tapped the tip of Twelve's nose, the corners of his mouth hooked upward, and said with a faint smile: "Stupid, do you still need me to remind you?"

The moment the last word fell, Twelve only felt that it was dark in front of him, and something was on top of his head, and he subconsciously reached out to lift the thing in front of him, but he couldn't help but be stunned. That's a red Hipa, don't you say......

The black pupils constricted, and Twelve couldn't help but laugh, yes, today is the anniversary of her and Ling Yuhan's marriage, thinking about this time, it is really fast enough, so long has passed in the blink of an eye, but they are still here, and they haven't gone back yet.

"Got it?" Ling Yuhan raised his sword eyebrows and looked at the person in front of him, looking at this small appearance, he knew that the person in front of him understood.

The corners of his mouth hooked upward, and Twelve nodded and smiled: "Got it." ”

"Give it to me, then. Stretching out his hand, Ling Yuhan looked at the person in front of him.

There was a sigh in her heart, Twelve had really forgotten about this day, Ling Yuhan had already given her a dagger, what did she want to give? Give each other things, even if she goes to forge the blade now, it will be too late.

Squinting at the person who was holding back his smile, Twelve immediately came to his senses, and couldn't help but reach out and hammer Ling Yuhan, "You know to tease me, I didn't prepare anything, I'll give it to you next time." I ......"

"Hum!" I felt as if something had exploded in my mind, and it hurt to the extreme. Twelve's pupils were even tighter, the slender little hand quickly pressed his heart, his right hand stretched, the blood bead in his hand appeared, the golden fighting qi quickly surrounded the blood bead, a touch of murderous aura flashed, and the cold aura spread throughout the air.

The weapons around all trembled, and they all rang out, and the fierce murderous aura appeared, and several people in the room rushed out almost at the same time, if they couldn't feel such a strong murderous aura, how could they avoid the aura.

"What's wrong, how can this murderous aura be so strong?" Jiang He supported the wooden fence with one hand, and quickly turned down, and the cold light in the depths of his eyes suddenly appeared.

But seeing that in the air, the three-headed divine beast suddenly appeared, but at that moment, the white tiger suddenly jumped up, turned into a white light and rushed outside, leaving only the Vermilion Bird and the nine-tailed divine beast, which were still flickering above.

What the......

couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and the people around looked at the divine beast in front of them, and their hearts chuckled.

Twelve's heart trembled, he quickly held the blood bead in his hand, his eyes stared ahead, and he couldn't help but say coldly: "The inheritor of the White Tiger has appeared, quickly follow the fighting spirit in front of him, and see who it is!"

I didn't expect it to be so fast, and I didn't expect it to be so coincidental, the inheritor of the White Tiger is actually in this small town of Hua Shengguo, if he really didn't come here, it would be a pity, it's just that the murderous aura outside is too strict, and they don't feel it at all inside!

Twelve and Ling Yuhan glanced at each other, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, could it be that the inheritor of this white tiger is......

The fire almost surrounded the courtyard together, and the thick smell of blood spread outside, and you could ask for that breath from afar. The people around had already taken buckets and rushed towards the group, but the fire didn't know how long it had been burning, the wood was constantly burning, and the smell of burning came out, and there was no way to go in and rescue it.

"Damn, how can there be such a big fire, is there anyone in it?"

"Open the door, bastard, it's locked!"

"The owner of the blacksmith shop hasn't come out, he's still inside, and he's about to hit the door!"

Countless figures blocked the door, but there was no way, I didn't know what was blocked inside, and I couldn't rush in at all. There were a lot of them, but there was no big wood, so there was no way to break through the door.

"I'm coming!" The cold light in his eyes suddenly opened, and the figure in front of him rushed out directly and kicked open the door.

It's just that the blood inside was dripping, and the person who was cut in half fell to the ground, already burned to the human shape. All sides were shrouded in fire, and no one else could be seen.

"Is this being hunted down by the enemy, look over there!"

The sharp-eyed man had already screamed, the light in his eyes flickering, and he quickly retreated to the rear!

A man with a disheveled head, holding a long sword in his right hand, his clothes had already become tattered in the fire, and his body was dripping with blood, looking more like a ghost from hell, aimless.

"That's ...... Today's boss?" Twelve frowned, the death aura around him was too heavy, but the person in front of him was very familiar, even if his face was covered with blood and his face was covered by hair, he could still sense the murderous aura that belonged to him.

Ling Yuhan nodded, the gaze in those eyes sank, and he subconsciously said, "Stay away from him, now his consciousness is not in a state!"

"What do you mean?" Jiang He on the side asked suspiciously, but his heart trembled, and he subconsciously looked towards Ran Zhong and Shen Fei.

The totem of the divine beast in the body of the two people was suddenly displayed, a phoenix reborn in Nirvana, a soaring body hovering above, and Yu Chengfan on the opposite side was surrounded by Qinglou, and the hook on Gongsun Yu's body appeared, and even behind Ximo, there was a faint Xuanwu pattern.

As if thinking of something, everyone's eyes quickly looked to the other side.