There are some people who can't be replaced, so Han Dong chose to destroy her.

The rising sun, red, through the clouds and mist, sprinkled on the world, but no matter how beautiful the light is, it can't shine through a dark heart.

He has become a wicked man, so he is not afraid to add to the evil life. Love made him paranoid. He hid in the corner and waited, as if he had lived to wait for this opportunity. His face was hideous, and in his evil gaze, two fires were burning, and he hunched his body, like a hungry wolf, staring at his prey, ready to attack.

Feng Yao stood up, straightened her clothes for Ying Tianchang, and then took out the silk handkerchief from her arms, and a red gourd flew out of the bag, soaked it, and wiped it off his face, she didn't cry, even if her heart hurt, her tears had already flowed out.

She wiped the blood stains from Ying Tianchang's body, and on his old face, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and even if he died, he had a slight smile.

Han Dong climbed up, lying on his stomach in the artemisia grass, crawling, and crawling forward carefully, his heart was beating very fast, his body was trembling a little, and even sweat broke out on his forehead and palms. He was scared, and he didn't know what he was afraid of.

He crawled to a place less than three feet away from Feng Yao, stopped, hid behind a piece of bluestone, bent his waist, and poked his head out.

Feng Yao straightened Ying Tianchang's body, placed it with Liu Ying, covered the two of them with the red robe, and then stood up.

"Senior sister!" Han Dong stood up and called.

"Senior brother? Why are you here? Feng Yao asked with a puzzled frown.

"I was worried about you, so I followed." Han Dong walked forward with his hands behind his back, and when he came to Feng Yao, he naturally saw the two bodies on the bluestone, Liu Ying he didn't recognize, but Ying Tianchang could vaguely recognize it.

"Senior sister? This is! He pointed to Ying Tianchang.

"This is Senior Brother Ying!" Feng Yao didn't hide it from him, and she couldn't hide it from him.

"Senior Brother Ying? What happened to him? Han Dong asked hypocritically.

"He's dead!" Feng Yao gritted her teeth and said, her face was expressionless, cold as frost.

"Senior Brother Ying!" Han Dong let out a wail and pounced on Ying Tianchang's body. He fluttered and shook Ying Tianchang's chest, his ear was close to his heart, and his other hand sneaked towards Ying Tianchang's wrist.

Ying Tianchang didn't move, there was no heartbeat, his cold hand had no pulse, it was indeed dead, Han Dong confirmed it. He gritted his teeth and called out to his senior brother hoarsely, but his cold eyes couldn't squeeze out a single tear.

He finally died, but unfortunately not by his own hands. Han Dong thought to himself.

Feng Yao put her hand on Han Dong's shoulder, trying to comfort him, the more amorous a person is, the more he can't see others sad.

Han Dong jerked and grabbed Feng Yao's wrist, he raised his head and smiled, his dark eyes flashing with red flames. Like a hungry wolf, he pounced on Feng Yao, knocking her to the ground and rolling into the grass.

"Senior brother! What are you doing! Feng Yao shouted angrily, but her wrist was clamped by Han Dong and she couldn't move. Han Dong pressed on top of her.

Han Dong looked at Feng Yao, countless times, countless times in his memory, he could only look at her secretly, even if every glance, he would be greeted by the master's scolding, the senior brother's ridicule, and Feng Yao's scolding. All of this once made him feel extremely humiliated. He tried, but he couldn't beat him. The humble man does not deserve the beauty of the world, and the merciless refusal to whip his heart. Countless wait-and-see times made him sure of the present day, and now he sees it so really.

His head was tilted left and right, as if he was carefully appreciating a thousand-year-old work of art, whether it was true or false. He finally knew for sure that it was true. His ugly, hungry and salivating face was pasted on.

"Han Dong, you're crazy!" Feng Yao scolded.

Han Dong's mind thundered, and this beautiful and beautiful voice made him regain a trace of consciousness. He raised his head slightly, looked at the frowning little sister in front of him, and his heart ached, but he didn't want to let his heart hurt anymore.

He raised his head, raised his eyes, looked at the sky, and then lowered his head heavily, and he laughed, a madman's grin, terrible, disgusting. On his body, a demonic mist rose, he shook his head wildly, roaring constantly, Aoki's hairpin fell off, and his loose hair was raised by demonic energy.

Feng Yao struggled, she ran the exercises, opened her hand, gathered two balls of purple qi, pinched two fingers, threw them at Han Dong, cut Han Dong's cheeks, and the blood that lay out of the two small mouths flowed to the corners of his mouth, he stretched out his brown tongue and licked it into his mouth, he had already liked the taste of blood, even his own blood was stimulating the meridians all over his body. The blood in his body was spurting, scorching hot, and every time Feng Yao moved, he felt a trace of incomparable comfort. The little beast in his arms took the opportunity to jump out and lie down in the grass, watching coldly.

He became a madman, and perhaps, he wanted to become a madman for a long time.

His left hand quickly touched the brocade bag on his waist, and Feng Yao took the opportunity to condense a ball of purple qi with his right hand and slapped it towards Han Dong, but Han Dong ignored it and let her hit him in the chest.

He didn't care about the blood at the corner of his mouth, he let go of his left hand, pinched Feng Yao's red lips, and forcibly stuffed a pill into it, Feng Yao had no choice but to swallow it.

"Senior brother, you!" She suddenly felt that her body was paralyzed, she ran the exercises, and wanted to force it out, but she found that her dantian was sealed by a barrier, and the aura could not be gathered.

Feng Ling Pill, it can be understood from the name of the Dan, the grade is not high, but it is useful, of course, it is only for monks who have cultivated but not built a foundation. Once the cultivation has passed the foundation building and reached the Jindan realm, the medicinal effect of this elixir will be insufficient.

This elixir is refined by Feng Yao, and of course there is an antidote in her bag, but helplessly, now she is numb, weak, and unable to condense a trace of aura, even if she is not treated by this white-eyed senior brother, she can't take out the antidote, so she has nothing to do and falls down.

Han Dong sneered, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, Feng Yao's palm, made him suffer some internal injuries, but he didn't care.

"Phew!" Feng Yao spat on his face, and he wiped it with his hand, feeling extremely comfortable.

"Senior brother, you're crazy!" Feng Yao scolded.

The demonic qi continued to rise on his body, and his swollen eyes were full of bloodshots, and he said coldly: "I'm crazy, I've been crazy for a long time, but I'm still crazy late, and I can't let Ying Tianchang see it." After saying that, he raised his head to the sky and roared.

"Bang," the demonic energy in his body burst out in an instant, bringing up a violent wind, blowing down a piece of artemisia grass, flying dust, and his upper body clothes were already broken, and he lost the last of his senses.

"Sin, sin!" The little beast sat squatting, folded its hands, closed its eyes and muttered to itself, as if the scene before it had nothing to do with it.

Han Dong buried his head, "Don't! Feng Yao shouted, but it didn't help, every cry and every struggle she made stimulated Han Dong's nerves.

"Smack!" Feng Yao used her last strength to hit Han Dong in the face, and Han Dong's head stopped, "Senior brother, don't." Feng Yao had tears in her eyes and begged.

Han Dong was stunned for a moment, but when he thought of the so-called humiliation he had suffered, he could no longer control the desires in his heart, the more he couldn't think about it, the more crazy it would be when you tried your best to get it, and he only wanted to possess her now, even if it was only for a while.

He tore off a strand of her shirt, shook it in front of his eyes, and then sniffed it on the tip of his nose, the faint fragrance was intoxicating, and a touch of jade-like flesh made him even more fascinated.

Gao Tianyuan knew that it was time for him to appear on the stage, when the praying mantis was catching cicadas, he would not care about the yellow finch behind him, and he was the yellow finch. There is more than one way to get Fang's heart, not to mention, he doesn't care about this woman very much, but he still has to save him, because he knows that there should be room for the master to teach these disciples. Only strength can make people get everything they want.

He straightened his clothes, wiped his shiny head, and was very satisfied with his heroic posture, then took off the sword behind him and walked slowly towards Han Dong.

"Evil obstacles, don't stop yet!" He snapped, jumped high, slashed his long sword, and a sword qi instantly emitted, like a purple crescent, swept towards Han Dong's back.

Han Dong rolled over and rolled aside, only then could he dodge, another sword, followed by Han Dong drew his sword to catch it, and then looked at the comer.

"It's you!" Han Dong gritted his teeth and said.

Gao Tianyuan didn't pay attention to it, with a flick of his wrist, the sword pulled the orchid, the cold light was cold, and the purple light was shining, coming towards Han Dong. Han Dong carp stiffened, jumped up, gathered the demonic qi on the sword, turned into a black blade, and fought with Gao Tianyuan.

If it was in the past, with Han Dong's sixth-layer cultivation of the foundation, he would definitely not be his opponent of this high-level senior brother, but now it is different from the past, he turned into a demon, although he turned most of his blood and qi essence into a demon yuan and lost to the beast card, but the rest still helped him break through the two-layer cultivation.

Gao Tianyuan is a proud person, and his cultivation is enough to make him proud in the sect, he thought that he could easily take down this junior disciple who was obsessed with lust and cruelty to his disciples, but at this time, he fell into a bitter battle.

The demonic qi shrouded Han Dong, and Gao Tianyuan's body was in the air, constantly urging out sword qi one after another, slashing towards the demonic qi. Han Dong, who was in the demonic aura, laughed wildly, obviously not suffering any damage.

"Gathering Spirits!" He snapped, raised his sword and pointed at it, his body was shrouded in a thin layer of aura, his body trembled, and the sword roared.

Gao Tianyuan gathered all his spiritual power on his beloved Ziqiu Sword, and the purpose was naturally to complete his work. His personality was already impatient, and he didn't want to have this endless entanglement with Han Dong anymore, because if he continued to entangle, it would be bad for him.

Han Dong in the demonic aura fell silent, Gao Tianyuan's drinking, how could he not hear it, how could he not know what the senior brother thought.

He knew that his chance had come, and the reason why he kept dodging and refusing to fight back was waiting for an opportunity to escape. He was a shrewd man, and the battle calmed him down, and he knew that if he was not careful, his life could be lost here, and he still wanted to live. At this time, he finally understood that sometimes, being alive is more important than anything else. Only by living can we have everything that belongs to us.

He stopped in his path in the demonic qi, in fact, he had been flickering and moving in the demonic qi, dodging the sword qi coming from all directions. Han Dong's sword was a soft sword named Feng Fu, but in his hand, it became a straight magic blade. He raised his long sword, swept away the demonic energy, and walked out. Stretching out his left hand and grabbing it with five fingers, the demonic energy behind him merged into his body from the palm of his hand.

Gao Tianyuan slowly rose, and Han Dong sat cross-legged on the ground, floating in front of his eyes with demonic energy.

Gao Tianyuan floated in the middle, his legs slowly lifted back, and he let go of the Ziqiu sword in his hand, but the sword still floated in the air.

He stretched out his arms and roared angrily, "Sword Mountain", and then, he pushed the hilt of the sword with both palms.

The Ziqiu sword roared and swirled, and from its surroundings, countless sword qi phantoms spread out, and they continued to grow, like a mountain formed by long swords.

The sword mountain stabbed, Han Dong opened his eyes fiercely, stretched out his hand to hold it, the wind sword was in his hand, and he stood up on the ground, he was also like Gao Tianyuan, a simple move, he broke off and shouted: "Turn the sea!"

He held his sword and pocketed down, only drawing a circle simply, but the demonic qi was really like overturning the river and the sea, and in front of him, it turned into a whirlpool of demonic qi.

The sword mountain entered the sea, Han Dong quickly stirred with his sword, resisted and consumed with the demonic qi in his body, and in a few breaths, the demonic qi was about to disappear, revealing the Ziqiu sword that was still rotating inside.

Gao Tianyuan slowly landed, and a sword light stabbed at him, it was the Ziqiu sword that Han Dong threw over. He turned his head to dodge, and grasped the hilt of his sword in time, and he saw a cold light stabbing at him, and he raised his sword to meet it.

When the spiritual vitality was not enough to support their respective high-strength Dao techniques, the two people who were facing each other in life and death turned into the most primitive battle. But Gao Tianyuan's swordsmanship was a little messy, and he just kept hurrying to take it.

This Han Dong is completely deadly, after Gao Tianyuan took the move, he stabbed Han Dong's vital point, but this Han Dong did not dodge or dodge, and stabbed Gao Tianyuan's vital point with his backhand, showing a posture of living and dying together, therefore, this Gao Tianyuan had to withdraw his move to dodge.

Gao Tianyuan didn't want to die, Han Dong didn't want to die, but Gao Tianyuan didn't work hard to live, Han Dong didn't work hard, that was the only way to die, he knew that if he fell into the hands of this senior brother and returned to the sect, the master and the senior brother in charge would definitely not let him go, and he would not let him go. It's better to fight with your life here, maybe, you can still fight for a glimmer of life.

Han Dong's lifeless swordsmanship made Gao Tianyuan's body a little messy, and he kept retreating backwards, retreating to the edge of the cliff.

Han Dong saw the opportunity and took a straight throat.

Gao Tianyuan gathered his sword to resist, but he didn't expect this Han Dong's move to be just a false shake, he shook his sleeve robe, and a ball of demonic qi attacked Gao Tianyuan's front door, he jumped over, jumped off the cliff, and shouted: "Senior brother, junior sister!" We regret it! ”