Zhao Mu, who had no mana and broken meridians, was already unable to move, was now a live target.

The monster was like a flying wind and was about to get close to Zhao Mu, with dark fangs, an ugly face, and a strange demon pattern on his body At such a close distance, Zhao Mu saw the fibers.

The monster looked at it and could kill the human in front of it immediately, and the murderous bloodthirsty intent in his eyes was even stronger.

The monster used his remaining arm to stab Zhao Mu in the heart with one palm, and his sharp nails were about to get closer.

"Huh"

A trace of blood shot out of Zhao Mu's mouth and rushed straight to the monster's front door, as fast as lightning.

At this critical moment, the monster relied on the instinct of a beast, forcibly withdrew its palm, slapped one foot to the ground, and tried its best to twist its head to the point, but the arm where the remaining arm was located was completely exposed to the range of bloodline attacks.

Just as the bloodline was about to touch the monster's arm, it suddenly changed and turned into a blood-colored short sword.

The blood sword flew by, slashing straight at the small half of the monster's body, and then galloped away into the distance, without a trace.

The monster roared in pain, and blood spilled all over the right half of its body.

This blood is actually green!

As soon as the sand and stones on the ground came into contact with the green blood, wisps of green smoke immediately emitted.

After sending out the Blood Sword Technique, Zhao Mu's face was as white as gold paper, his whole body was completely aspirated, and he couldn't sit cross-legged, so he fell straight back.

When Zhao Mu fell, his eyes were cold and staring at the monster.

It stood on one leg, dying, but still not dead!

The monster was angry, with madness in his eyes, and took a few steps in a row, approaching Zhao Mu again.

The vigorous movement made the right half of its body fly like a pillar, making these steps carry bursts of green smoke.

Before Zhao Muren fell to the ground, he was pierced through the heart by the monster with a tail with scale armor.

As soon as the monster's tail was forced, it lifted him high, and seeing that Zhao Mu's eyes were closed and there was no breath, he left the ground with one foot and kicked him hard as if angry.

Zhao Mu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the monster.

"Let's die together!"

His black hair was all white, his young and handsome face was wrinkled, his skin was withered, and age spots were everywhere.

Suddenly, Zhao Mu changed from a young man to an old man who was about to die.

His mouth opened slightly, and another bloodshot shot at the monster's face.

"Blood Swordsmanship!"

The monster kicked in the air at this time, and before it had time to change direction, it was pierced through the head by the bloody sword turned into blood.

The splash of blood sprinkled Zhao Mu's body.

His strong body had long since decayed from this two consecutive secret methods.

Under the corrosion of this blood, Zhao Mu's whole body was full of green smoke, and he was kicked off the cliff directly by a monster.

Zhao Mu fell from the cliff to the sword river, the green smoke on his body still kept rising, and the other person had completely closed his eyes at the moment he was kicked away.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was washing over the battlefield.

There was only a two-foot-long corpse at the top of the cliff, and no one else.

The monster with only one foot left turned back into Tieluo after a while, and it looked extremely miserable.

Too many things happened tonight, from the two Qingwen chasing down Qin Xiaolin, to Zhao Mu's killing of Qingwen, and then to Tie Luo's attack... This scene after another, like a play on stage, competing for beauty.

As for the Yellow Sparrow and the Hunter, who is the final winner...

Or is there a winner ...

Probably, only God knows.

Yueguo, Yunzhou.

Somewhere in a hidden dungeon.

A black-robed man sat cross-legged, raised his hands slightly, and two black shadows were drawn from a cell, suspended in the air.

The black-robed man pinched the spell with both hands, and a cloud of blood mist enveloped him and the two black shadows, making it impossible to see anything inside.

A quarter of an hour later, the blood mist dissipated, and the aura on the black-robed man's body deepened a little.

He put one hand on his lap, and with a slight wave of the other, the two black shadows fell to the side, one left and one right.

Two black shadows were illuminated by the moonstones inlaid in the walls, and the whole picture was revealed.

These two dark shadows turned out to be monks!

It's just that now they are two dried corpses, the skin on their bodies is only attached to the bones, but the blood on their bodies is nowhere to be found.

On their side, the pile of dried corpses had already been stacked into a small mountain.

The black-robed man didn't even look at the two dried corpse mountains, and stabilized the new cultivation, so he wanted to take in two more monks and continue the previous operation.

Suddenly, his complexion changed, and in a trance, there was no longer him in this cell.

Outside the cell, I saw the direction in which he flew to Lanzhou, Tainan Mountain!

In the dungeon, the monks in red-shirted uniforms are still carrying out their daily work in an orderly manner.

Some of these monks came to the place where the black-robed man had just come and cleaned up and took away the dried corpses; Some were expressionless, sending new prisoners to their cells; Some carried wooden barrels and poured the sticky stuff like pig food into the notches in a cell.

When the prisoners in this cell saw the food being delivered, they scrambled for it, and they behaved like wild beasts, all of them had one thing in common, and that was the despair on their faces.

And a cell like this is not known in this dungeon...

The rain was heavier, forming flash torrents that poured into the rivers.

The rivers are mixed with mud and sand, muddy, and with the help of heavy rain and mountain torrents, they are carrying all kinds of debris and rushing forward.

A nine-foot-tall corpse, in this thousand-foot-wide river with no end in sight, was like an ant in the forest, inconspicuous.

The corpse's white hair and wrinkled face fell on the corroded and unrecognizable face, like a ravine in the sand. There is a big hole in the right chest of its upper body, and the place where the heart of the left chest is also penetrated, and it has stopped beating, it is Zhao Mu who fell from the top of the cliff to the Sword River.

Zhao Mu's corpse was also carried by the river with the water potential, and I don't know where it will go.

Half a month later, after soaking in this river for half a month, the corpse was still the same as before, without swelling.

A month later, the corpse was still as fresh as before, but there were dense wounds on the body due to the bumps and bumps in the turbulent river water.

Three months later, the corpse was scarred, but still fresh, as if it had died yesterday, and the heart was still motionless, but there were new granulations in the holes in the corpse.

Five months later, the body was in the river, and the broken parts had been completely repaired, and the heart had not been resuscitated.

In the eleventh month, the body followed the river all the way out of the border. The corpse looked like a living person except for the scars, wrinkles, and lifelessness on its face, but its heart still didn't move.

A year later, the corpse that had been wandering in another country for a month was finally abandoned by the river and thrown into a shoal.

In the past year, with the river drifting, this corpse has naturally been seen by many mortals and monks, but the poor and sour dress has dispelled the evil thoughts of mortals who want to search for oil and water from it, such as fishermen and boatmen who are born by the river.

As for monks, who cares about a mortal corpse...

Zhao Mu's corpse was lying quietly in a shallow manner, with an old face, like an old man who died due to a stumble in the water...