The wind roared and rolled up a hundred thousand rags!

At the moment when a thousand white flags fell into the boundless sea of bitterness, the sea of bitterness was filled with an atmosphere of endless desolation and destruction, which made people feel chilled in their hearts, and the surging black waves were like the water of the Yellow Spring in hell. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hahaha...... You humble immortal seekers, weak ants, still want to cross the world, the vast sea of suffering, you can't cross it yourself, how can you cross the world and millions of people?"

The boundless void, the roar of the mighty demon king, was full of ferocity.

In the boundless sea of misery, there were screams, miserable and sad, full of endless remorse. In the sea of suffering, phantoms are born, and the demons rise against each other, strangling a thousand white flags.

In the sea of bitterness, Jun Qinghan was wrapped in the pitch-black stagnant water, and his heart chuckled, the blood color in his eyes gradually disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, he became dim and dull, and became dead and silent as if his vitality had completely withered.

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At the top of the red dust, at the top of the mountains, I thought that the black-robed man stood silently with his hands in his hands, his face was indifferent and could not see the joy and sorrow, and his eyes were like a turbulent abyss, which was unpredictable.

The robe fluttered, the black-robed man looked at the dust under his feet, and with a wave of his hand, the territory of 100,000 instantly trembled, the heaven and the earth changed color, the thunder roared, and the vast void was slaughtered.

The corners of the man's mouth gradually outlined a faint smile:

"It turns out that this is the power of the strong, the power of the void and the strong, it is really unimaginable", looking at his hands, his deep eyes showed a trace of arrogance:

Who is competing with the world?

"Boom...... Bang bang buzz ......"

In the void, the sound of the ancient chariot rolling suddenly sounded, and it shook the sky full of dust and sand, so that hundreds of miles of rivers and mountains were infected with blood.

The ancient beast hissed, the corners of its mouth were pulled by the reins, and the poignant voice made people panic, but for dozens of breaths, around the black-robed man on the top of the mountain, there were crowds of enemies.

Hundreds of ancient chariots wrapped the black-robed man inside and out in three layers, and the entire 100,000 voids were completely blocked, allowing no one to leave.

"Haven't you been killed enough by me?"

The black-robed man hooked his sideburns with his fingers, looked at the chariot that was riddled with holes and blood, and said indifferently, his expression did not change in the slightest, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Jun Qinghan, you should die! Dare to destroy my Eight Banners, today we will crush your bones and scatter ashes!"

On the largest chariot, an old man in a white robe said indignantly, revealing endless murderous aura in his words, "The Eight Banners Ancient Clan of the Qinglian Continent was slaughtered by Jun Qinghan, and the ancient mansion was chased and killed, not only did Jun Qinghan not die, but helped him break through, and the ancient mansion will never return."

"It seems that it is really my sin to keep you alive", the black-robed man raised his eyebrows, and his tone was slightly playful, "Crush me to ashes?

"Hmph, nothing is impossible, you are cold, you are just a human, you devil, for the sake of disaster, I want you to be a cocoon today!"

The leader was in a white robe, looking at Jun Qinghan with confidence.

"You...... Die!"

Jun Qinghan's expression was slightly cold, his finger was at the white-robed old man, and a sharp and incomparable soldier on his fingertips carried an infinite roar, ten times more terrifying than the Nine Shadows Thunder, and slashed towards the white-robed old man.

"Look, who is this?"

The fingertips shot fiercely, the white-robed old man did not have the slightest fear, his arm shook, and several figures suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the white-robed old man behind him to meet Jun Qinghan's attack.

The black-robed man frowned slightly, his arm trembled, his robe waved, and in an instant, the crazy and magnificent soldiers disappeared without a trace.

Jun Qinghan's face gradually turned cold, becoming iron blue, and the ruthlessness was endless, and the murderous aura around his body was inclined out, and the anger around his body spread, burning the void.

The temples are green and silky, gradually frosting white......

"Let them go, spare you from death!"

Murderous, with a pair of scarlet blood pupils, makes people look panicked.

In front of the white-robed old man, there were two imprisoned women: Xiao Wanjun and Leng Xueying, among them, Leng Xueying still had a big belly. The two of them could not move in the slightest, and a sharp steel knife was crossed by their necks.

"Hahaha...... Jun Qinghan, how about it, come and kill me!"

The white-robed old man laughed and said, "Now, your relatives are in my hands, if you have the ability, you can use a finger to try it, I don't mind stabbing this woman's big belly."

"Han'er...... Light cold, let's go!"

On the chariot, two women, looking at the man in front of them, said excitedly.

"You, there's one last chance!"

Jun Qinghan's eyes became more and more blood-red, like a mad beast, making people's whole body tremble unconsciously, his voice was gloomy with jealousy, and his body was full of qi and mottled with murderous intent.

"Now it's us to give you a chance", the white-robed old man's face changed slightly, and then said with a sneer, "We know that you are invincible and cold, but you have thought about it, whether you are fast or my sword is fast." Even if you own the domain, so what?"

"You deserve to die!"

Jun Qinghan let out a low roar, and between his words, his body was like lightning, thinking that the white-robed old man was tortured and killed, flying only ten zhang, and his footsteps stopped, staring at the white-robed old man angrily.

Ahead, on the snow-white pink neck of the cold snow cherry blossom, a faint blood mark appeared.

"You're going to take a step forward and give it a try?"

The white-robed old man blew the blood stains on the steel knife, stared at Jun Qinghan and said jokingly, "Be careful of me next time, I can't stop, I stabbed it directly, how is that good."

"You ......"

Jun Qinghan clenched his fists, his eyes widened angrily, and after a long time, his tone was slightly weaker, "Say, what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing, of course it's to let you die", the white-robed old man laughed, "However, before I die, I, the Eight Banners Ancient Clan, must treat you well, otherwise it will seem that we are not well entertained."

"I'll count to ten and cut off your right hand!"

The smile on the face of the white-robed old man suddenly became gloomy, "I want to see, without your right hand, how can you kill people?"

One!

Two!

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"Don't, Han'er go quickly, leave us alone, you go quickly", on the warship, Xiao Wanjun said hoarsely, "If you don't leave, it's too late, the remnants of the Eight Banners have gathered 100,000 forces and started to oppose Pu, and now they are coming towards this place."

"Shut your foul mouth...... Eight!"

Jun Qinghan's eyes became more and more hideous, a trace of ruthlessness swept across his face, and his five fingers became claws and ripped off his right arm.

With a muffled snort, blood gushed out like sharp arrows, and the arm like the iron of the King Kong God was thrown directly into the void, his face was cold, and he looked at the white-robed old man in front of him, his voice was hoarse;

"What else do you want?"

"What's the matter?" the white-robed old man smiled, "No, I sigh, you have such a good mother, you have such a good woman, I really sigh, but I am also very jealous", the white-robed old man looked cold:

"There were too many hostages, so the old man decided to ...... No, it's up to you to decide, which of them lives and who dies?"

Jun Qinghan suddenly raised his head and stared at the white-robed old man, between the infinite killing intent and the heavens and the earth, his scarlet eyes were full of bloodshots, and his body was boiling below the karmic fire, sweeping through the 100,000 voids.

"You will pay for today's words!"

"Hmph...... Whether you can get out alive is still a question", the old man smiled gently, "Say, who lives and who dies?"

The pitch-black robe waved, Jun smiled hoarsely, and 100,000 demonic thoughts crushed the void, "You die!"

Before the words fell, his body was like lightning, thinking about the ancient warship and flying away.

On the warship, the white-robed old man's face changed drastically, and his voice became trembling, "Isn't it, don't you care about the lives of the two of them?"

The white-robed old man watched Jun Qinghan approach quickly, his hands trembled more and more, and in the end, as if he had made up his mind, the two steel knives in his hands slashed towards the two people in front of him at the same time, and his eyes showed madness:

"If you want to blame, you can only blame Jun Qinghan, he doesn't want your life, but you can't blame me!"

"Khooth!"

With a crisp sound, the white-robed old man only felt a shock in his left hand, and the steel knife that was slashing towards Leng Xue Ying was directly bounced away, and at the same time, with a sharp roar, Jun Qinghan burned his life, increased his speed by more than ten times, and headed towards Xiao Wanjun.

"Hiss ......"

The steel knife pulled a series of sparks on Jun Qinghan's skin, sonorous, and the blade was mutilated, revealing mottled marks.

The pitch-black steel knife was inserted into Jun Qinghan's chest for three inches!