Chapter 63 is a hero

The corpses of Pan Yinke and dozens of Pan family members were lying flat on the ground, blood gushing out, like a blood-stained red carpet.

The cold wind blew, accompanied by a howl like a terrible ghost, and everyone could vaguely hear that the dead man was roaring at the sky.

"Today's battle is not over yet, this is just the beginning."

Chu Fan, Ao Xuan, Chu Yun, Pan Shangwu and even more people all echoed in their hearts the words that Pan Yinke said before he died.

This is not the end, it is just the beginning, like a thick dark cloud, gradually covering everyone.

"Count the number of people and organize the battlefield." Retracting his somewhat uneasy gaze from Pan Yinke, and glancing around, Chu Fan gave an order.

The originally bustling streets, because of a killing, are now reduced to ruins, like hell, full of stumps and broken remains, the originally peaceful and peaceful city, now reduced to a city of blood, blood everywhere, slowly flowing.

The willow ghost sat cross-legged in the air, his eyes closed, as if everything that happened below had nothing to do with him, perhaps not because his heart was cold, but because he was used to seeing life and death, and this alone could not make his heart fluctuate.

The moon was like a hook, escaping from behind the dark clouds, sprinkling silver rays and shooting down to the ground covered in blood, reflecting stripes of red light that reflected in everyone's eyes.

Chu Fan sat on the ruins, his calm eyes glowing with the moonlight, and he looked indifferently at the people who were busy counting the number of people not far in front of him.

Chu Ping, Chu Yun, and Chu Tong sat beside Chu Fan silently, their faces were slightly pale, their chests were still red with blood, and they could vaguely see on their faces that some red liquid had not been wiped clean.

The three of them, now their bodies are very weak, they were forced to cultivate as war masters before, and they were seriously injured, if it weren't for some pills in Chu Tong's hands, the three of them would have fallen to the ground.

Pan Shangwu was alone, very silent, there were dozens of corpses in front of him, all of them from the Pan family, his eyes were slightly dim, and his slightly convex pupils were slightly constricted in the dark.

Dozens of corpses, he moved alone, with his back to the moonlight, his head down, looking at these corpses, no one knew what he was thinking, but the back looked a little lonely, more of an unspeakable sadness.

At this time, Ao Xuan walked from the front, his steps were slow and heavy, and his face was as gloomy as the night, and he had already told the situation at this moment.

"There are less than a tenth of the remaining monks." After a moment of silence, Ao Xuan sat down beside Chu Fan, looked up at the night sky, and continued, "A killing, whether it is friend or foe, has caused almost half of all the monks in Nebula City to die, although there are still people who are hidden and have not come out, I don't think there are many people. ”

Among the monks in Nebula City, some have taken refuge in the Pan family, and some have taken refuge in the Chu family, but no matter which side they turn to, after this killing, there are not many people left, although there are people who have not come out in secret, but there are not many people who want to come.

It is really sad that the powerful Nebula City, the Nebula City with a dense number of monks, now has less than a tenth of the monks left.

Everything should not have happened, but it really happened, just because of the Pan family's thoughts, countless deaths and injuries were killed, and I don't know whether it was good or bad.

For mortals, everything is only bad, there is no good, death, the people are bitter, prosperous, and the people are bitter.

"The road of life, sigh and sadness," Chu Fan smiled in return, perhaps only he could laugh at this moment, "Flick your finger to the red dust, why care about life and death, our monks have been doomed to fate since the moment they set foot on the path of cultivation." ”

"Cultivating the Tao is indifference and ruthlessness." Lowering his head and looking at the corpse, Pan Shangwu, who had been silent, spoke abruptly, his voice sounding extremely cold and without the slightest emotion.

"No!" Chu Fan didn't think about it, and directly retorted, "Cultivating the Tao is about love, family, friendship, love, and the love of heaven and earth. ”

Silence, wordless solemnity.

"Perhaps." After a long time, Pan Shangwu said coldly, and his voice sounded mechanical, like an emotionless walking corpse.

Chu Fan got up, his eyes suddenly became clear, and he shot out two rays of essence, and said, "Yes, all this is just the beginning, no matter how many monks are left, we will not give up in the future, because this is our mission and responsibility." ”

Chu Fan walked slowly, left the ruins, and walked forward, while Pan Shangwu, Ao Xuan, Chu Yun and the other five people still echoed in their ears, what Chu Fan said.

Mission and responsibility!

Facing the moonlight, the cold wind was blowing, everything seemed to happen for a long time, but the actual killing time was only an hour, and at this moment, only two hours had passed, adding up, a total of three hours, Nebula City became the same as a ghost town, making people feel frightened and uneasy.

Walking in steps, after two hours of cultivation, Chu Fan has basically recovered, and even he himself has to sigh, the immortal soul is really wonderful.

When you step on the blood-stained road, you will sometimes make a clicking sound, because you have stepped on broken bones, and at the same time, the ground is also imprinted with footprints.

Walking aimlessly, from beginning to end, Chu Fan was very confused in his heart, he didn't know why there was such a killing, was it just because of the Pan family?

I don't know, why did he go into the quagmire desperately, is it really as he said, mission, responsibility?

Unconsciously, Chu Fan came to the center of the previous killing, and the body of the commander was still standing and did not fall.

The commander raised his head and stared at the direction of Chu Fan when he stepped into the air, he was so unwilling and sad.

Suddenly, Chu Fan's heart trembled suddenly, and a fresh breeze swirled around his heart, everything seemed to be clear again, and he was no longer confused.

"I'm Chu Fan!" Looking up ahead, his gaze was firm and his words were sonorous.

Without any explanation, just one sentence that I am Chu Fan is enough, everything does not need to be explained.

Just because, he is Chu Fan, and his name is Chu Fan!

"We are not traitors."

An abrupt word suddenly resounded in Chu Fan's ears, and because he was so engrossed, he didn't even realize that the surviving soldiers were sitting on the ruins not far away.

There are not many soldiers left, and they can be seen at a glance, but their momentum is still so sharp and murderous.

"We, not traitors."

"We, not traitors."

One by one, they stood up one after another, stepped out of their feet as heavy as a lead ball, and walked towards Chu Fan and the god in their hearts.

Sent to them, the soldier's ...... God!

"Yes, you are not traitors." His eyes swept over, and among the soldiers who came, some of them were supported and walked, and the wounds on their bodies were glowing white in the moonlight, and Chu Fan's plain and affirmative words sounded slowly.

His eyes swept over one by one, and now there were only fifty-one people left, because Chu Fan's gaze only swept over fifty-one people.

"We, not traitors!"

Fifty-one soldiers shouted in unison.

The wind blew, and with their roar drifted into the distance, to the brothers who had died in battle, to the ten centurions who had died in the city lord's mansion.

The wind, Xiao Xiaohan, blood, dyeing people's hearts, a word, six words, broke the inner meaning of the soldiers, they, what are they soldiers for, just this sentence, not a traitor, but a hero.