The battle was fierce. The elusive black shadow sword light, the elusive and fierce killing machine, made everyone on the top of the city of Snow Peak City tired to deal with!

The chaotic and noisy sound of gold and iron crashing was quickly mixed with miserable cries of pain and frightened screams...... Red blood splattered messily on the city walls, flowing down the stone walls.

Edgeworth Master Kajoji fell unconscious. He had his left arm cut off by a knife and fainted in pain. Before fainting with a broken arm, He Jiesi had already witnessed seven or eight swordsmen being killed by the figures shrouded in black mist!

Two or three swordsmen were seriously injured and bloody! Even Pang Yun and He Daoshen, the two sword masters, were already embarrassed, struggling to resist, hovering on the verge of defeat...... Therefore, when the arm was cut off, and the consciousness quickly fell into chaos, He Jiesi felt that he was dead this time!

My heart is sad. This is a real defeat! couldn't help but guess that the tragic scene he witnessed just now should be the last picture he saw in his life.

Then came a coma with endless unwillingness and a steady stream of pain...... However, it is not known how long it has been.

A strong, disgusting smell of blood pulled the consciousness of Hejie Temple back from the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, there was a pain in the broken arm! He grinned at the pain. I couldn't help but snort.

Waking up at the moment is more like a punishment. Lying in the blood water, his vision was also blurred by blood.

But soon, he felt a chill spill down his face. It seems to be raining......

"Am I alive? ......" consciousness was gradually sobered by this mat, the blood in the gap between the eyes was washed away, and the vision gradually became clearer.

It's likely that it was the rain that woke him up. Hejie Temple is indeed alive! Lying on the bloody ground slowed down, and then he got up and hurriedly opened his eyes.

But in the rain, there is blood all over the ground! There were many corpses lying on the ground. Most of the corpses were mutilated...... Stump and severed legs, heads, palms...... Scattered all over the place.

But despite this, Hejie Temple still recognized the identity of those corpses at a glance...... All of them are from their Sword Immortal Kingdom!

What a tragedy! Not so long ago, they were a living bunch of people, but now they have all turned into mutilated corpses.

Seeing this, Hejie Temple immediately felt a kind of desolation and panic like falling into hell.

"Did I survive by luck? …… Could it be that Yan Huanren left? ......" With these questions in mind, he hurriedly looked up at the rain-soaked sky.

However, it didn't matter if he saw it clearly, when He Jiesi saw the scene in the sky clearly, his face immediately changed greatly!

The clouds are still there! The ghostly fellows on the foggy horses were standing quietly in the black clouds at the moment, staring down at him.

And the leader is Yan Huanren! From beginning to end, Yan Huanren didn't seem to move the place. Except for the huge sword shadow that was slashed out at the beginning, which was used to suppress the attack methods of Pang Yun and the others, and controlled the game, and then he didn't seem to make a move!

Everything was easily handled by the group of weird soldiers and horses behind him! At this moment, the two sides, one in the sky and the other on the ground, are looking at each other through a layer of rain curtains.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze instantly. He Jieji was stunned. In the face of the enemy, he did not dare to move.

At this time, the general trend has long gone, and he has long lost the qualification to resist, and not moving is the best way to deal with it.

Although he has been frightened and lost his fighting spirit, He Jiesi has not been scared stupid. Seeing this situation, my heart immediately understood.

It seems that he did not survive by luck...... Instead, he was deliberately left with half his life! Often, the life of a hostile force is to make that person a tongue for the delivery of messages.

He Jieji instantly felt that he was lucky. I was fortunate enough to be this

"Tongue", not killed. Didn't become one of the dead in the world...... Enough to kill a big day.

Really! When he saw Hejie Temple wake up, Yan Huanren in the sky let out rumbling words, ":

"You go back and tell Xu Shanru to come and see me in person within three hours! Otherwise, I will kill these two sword masters. "Yan Huanren is indeed here to keep this person back to report the news.

A crippled swordsman, what's the harm in keeping him alive? At this moment, He Jiesi covered his broken arm and staggered up from the rain.

He still cautiously looked up at the sky, guarding against the elusive strange soldiers flying down and slashing himself...... Water trickled down his cheeks, making his face look awkward.

After stabilizing his mind, he remembered to carefully taste the meaning of Yan Huanren's words just now. Sword major for the person?

…… Aren't those the two adults, Pang Yun and He Daoshen? Are they still alive? His eyes hurriedly searched for the figures of the two sword masters in the dark clouds in the sky.

Sure enough, he soon saw the fog horses of those strange guards, using the mist to bind the unconscious figures.

Take a look. But I saw that in addition to Pang Yun and He Daoshen, there were also Qi Fei and other demon slayers!

It turned out that Yan Huanren not only did not kill the two sword masters, but also did not kill those demon slayers, but captured them.

In the end, the unlucky ones who died were all swordsmen and swordsmen...... He Jiesi felt a bitterness in his heart.

Thought:

"It seems that the cultivation is high, and even the value of life is also high...... "At least it is not so easy to kill."

It's just that he suddenly didn't understand. It's just a matter of keeping the lives of Pang Yun and He Daoshen, naturally to use them as some kind of bargaining chips.

But what value can Qi Fei and the other demon slayers have? I don't know what the use of Yan Huanren capturing these rebels back, but he didn't kill any of them...... This can't help but make Hejie Temple's heart bitter and a little unbalanced.

If it weren't for Qi Fei's initiative to recruit the Sword Immortal Kingdom to participate in his desperately failed rebellion plan, those swordsmen and swordsmen's brothers wouldn't have died tragically in this foreign land!

However, at this time, the culprit and initiator who caused them to suffer such a tragic loss were not killed on the spot.

On the contrary, he is alive and well unscathed...... What a failed farce! He Jiesi gritted his teeth unwillingly, and then moved his gaze to Yan Huanren's body and stopped for a moment.

Then, enduring the pain on his body and the damage to his internal organs, he flew down the city in a vertical leap and fled in the rain.

There is not much chance of survival, and there is no delay! In the dark clouds and black fog in the sky, Yan Huanren rode a horse of black fog and stood in the sky.

He looked indifferent. There was not a hint of emotion on his face. A pair of eyes that radiated purple light looked at the Hejie Temple that was running away quickly.

The sky is raining rapidly, and this place is portrayed as a dignified ink painting...... Although it was now close to noon, the city below still looked like it was late at night.

It's dark, cloudy, and rainy! This cloudy rain curtain filled with the smell of endless blood waited quietly in the sky above Snow Peak City...... This rain has no intention of washing away the traces of killing.

It's more like fueling the killing......