It's all over!

The blood-colored spiritual pressure spread almost like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood......

By the time the night of the Sifeng Courtyard came back to his senses, he had already unfolded the blood-colored space, completely enveloping Mao Zhihua Lie and himself.

Between the supple black hair, U Zhihua slowly turned his head, looked in the direction of the end, and spoke.

"All the best, I advise you not to do it."

And the shape that seemed to be completely composed of blood slowly changed, but it gradually turned into a humanoid silhouette, and the posture and figure were impressively the appearance of Mao Zhihualie, only the facial features were a lake.

"Eight Thousand Streams ......"

Immediately after, they all shouted out the names of the past of the flowers, and the voices were filled with a strong killing intent.

"Thou hast fallen, eight thousand streams, why are thou? Why do you deliberately suppress your body's fighting instinct, you can hear it, right? The instinct to fight is crying, and I have been crying for thousands of years......"

"You're betraying your heart, why? Fighting is the most enjoyable way to make you happy, right? Why are you torturing yourself so much? ”

The murderous questioning made U Zhihualie's calm expression not change in the slightest, but he just withdrew the foot that stepped on the lower abdomen of the night of Sifeng Yuan, turned to face all the ends, and replied.

"It's all gone, my current name is Uno Hua Lie, and the Eight Thousand Streams are just a name that has been abandoned."

"No way!"

The face of the lake seemed to have become distorted between extreme anger and murderous intent, and the spiritual pressure that erupted from his body made Sifeng Yuan Yeyi faintly breathless.

"Eight thousand streams, you don't need to suppress yourself so much! Seeking truth and enjoyment in the midst of fighting, so as to please oneself, satisfy oneself, and enrich oneself, isn't this exactly the Eight Thousand Streams? ”

"It's been a thousand years! Eight thousand streams, you have suppressed yourself for a thousand years, isn't it enough to torture yourself like this? The sword in your hand has been longing to drink blood! ”

"Fight, fight, fight! Wouldn't it be nice to cut everything you want? Eight thousand streams! For example, the wild cat lying at your feet, why did you choose to stop at the critical moment, and what are you afraid of? ”

Hearing this, U no Hanari's expression changed slightly, and his voice sank, and he said. "It's all over, you're talking too much, shut up."

"Hahahaha......"

Jun Du's voice was a little hysterical, and he said.

"Is your heart empty? Eight thousand streams! Shouldn't you face your heart at all? Obviously, you have already developed a real killing intent, but your heart is worried and afraid, for fear that cutting off this little wild cat that displeased you will make someone unhappy......"

"Don't you think the knife has become unusually dull? What a mockery, Yachiliu, is such a knife worthy of the name of Yachiliu? My anger ...... It's almost irrepressible. ”

At this moment, the eyes of the four maple courtyards couldn't help but look at the side face of the flower with shock......

It's all over, and it's unlikely to lie!

In other words, did U no Hua Lie really have a real killing intent towards himself?

Just scared of someone?

Who is that person?!

Suddenly, Sifeng Yuan's heart can be said to be both shocked and completely stimulated by that intense curiosity.

As for the flower of Mao, his tone was a little more impatient. "It's all over, your anger is too redundant, and it's not your turn to do anything about my affairs."

"Eventful?!"

The killing intent that emanated from all over his body almost completely exploded, and he shouted hysterically.

"It's you who are so stupid, Yachiliu! You, who have been suppressing your instinct to fight, do you really think you are still qualified to be my master? ”

"This time, even if it's coercive means, you have to break your hypocritical pretense no matter what, even if you are accidentally killed."

When Mao Zhihualie heard this, his brows furrowed slightly......

In an instant, I saw a slashing knife slowly swallowed in the hand of the end, as if it had been soaked in the blood of thousands of people, exuding a terrifying and trembling coldness, and said with a wild laugh.

"Aha, and! I'm going to tear apart all your worries and fears in front of you, little by little, and that man is in the Silent Soul Court now, right? It's called ......."

However, just as they were about to mention a certain name, Uno Hana's eyes froze, and his feet stepped on the ground, and his flying black hair and loose captain Haori seemed to have turned into a black and white flower that bloomed in an instant at the night of Sifengyuan.

And in this black and white flower, a wisp of cold light suddenly burst into a brilliant light.

"Eight Thousand Streams of Mystery: All Blades"

By the time Sifengyuan came back to his senses at night, U no Flower Lie had already appeared behind Jun Quan, and slowly put the sword in the scabbard.

"Cards!"

The last sound of returning to the sheath sounded, and hundreds of knife marks suddenly appeared on Jun Quan's body, and then instantly collapsed into a large area of blood sprinkled on the ground, and the blood-colored space that opened up also disappeared......

Only the slashing knife that was originally held in his hand was broken into hundreds, lying quietly on the ground, refracting a somewhat faint light.

"Goo~Goo~~~"

At this moment, Sifengyuan Yeyi finally knew why in the message left by the ancestor Sifengyuan Qianri, he mentioned many times not to provoke the unprecedentedly great evil man in the corpse soul realm.

It's horrible!

Sifengyuan suddenly understood how many times he had been rubbed back and forth on the verge of death just now!

Suddenly, the night of the Sifeng Courtyard had almost no resentment towards Mao Zhihualie, but was full of respect and gratitude for Mao Zhihualie's grace of not killing.

And Uno Hanari turned around and skimmed the other slashing knife that had been severed on the ground, and stepped on it mercilessly, saying in a calm and indifferent tone.

"No, it seems that I have been too kind to you for thousands of years, but has I given you some kind of delusion? To be a sword, you must have the consciousness of being a sword......"

After a pause, Mao Zhihualie walked in front of Sifengyuan Yeyi, and looked at Sifengyuan Yeyi with eyes that didn't seem to have the slightest wave, making the hairs on Sifengyuan Yeyi's body stand up again.

In the end, Sifengyuan Yeyi seemed to have completely accepted his fate and said.

"Mao...... Captain Uno Hana, your suggestion...... I thought about it seriously, but it's not impossible, it's just ...... Can you tap it? ”

Hearing this, U Zhihua Lie suddenly laughed "poof", stretched out his hand to tie the scattered black hair back into braids, and his expression seemed to have returned to his usual gentle and elegant appearance in the blink of an eye, and then said.

"The captain of Sifeng Yuan said that it was just a joke......