Chapter Seventy-One: Sorrow

"As long as I live, everything can be regenerated, and it doesn't matter how many people die." Waving his arms and moving his body lightly, Pan Sheng showed a look of enjoyment, and the black scale armor on his body rubbed against each other, making a sneering and rustling sound, which sounded like the sound of a ghost grinding his teeth.

The night wind blew, and everyone on the martial arts stage felt a chill, if Pan Sheng really won the victory, I don't know how many people will die in the future, and how much blood will be shed.

"Devouring the vitality of others to obtain a short period of strength, and absorbing other people's cultivation to obtain a temporary promotion, this is the stunt of the Demon Devouring Gate, you really deserve to die." Chu Ran shook his head and walked in front of everyone, his eyes were blazing, and he didn't look like he was injured at all.

"The winner is king, the loser is the villain, everything will be written by me." He responded with a cruel smile, as if in Pan Sheng's eyes, Chu Ran and the others today are meat on the chopping board, to be slaughtered.

Pan Sheng's right arm was raised, his five fingers were claws, and he aimed at Chu Ran and the others to make a pinch, and the cold air rushed out, freezing everywhere he passed, and a cold glow appeared in the moonlight.

In the face of the rushing cold, Chu Zhan and the others were still able to resist, but Chu Fan had to work a lot harder, feeling that the vitality in his body was going to be frozen, and his life was about to end.

No longer speaking, Chu Ran raised his hand to make a punch, there was no gorgeous supernatural power, and there were no good-looking moves, just a punch, a simple punch.

The fist wind was like fire, and the cold air that rushed towards it was shattered in an instant, and Chu Ran stood in place, standing still, looking directly at Pan Sheng.

"If you want to kill me, you might as well show some real skills." Speaking lightly, Chu Ran's previous injuries seemed to be fine.

"It's easy to want to die." Between answers, Pan Sheng took a step forward, and without even an afterimage, his body came to Chu Ran, and his fist hit Chu Ran the cheek.

Bang!

With a soft sound, Chu Ran took a few steps back, the left side of his face was full of blood, and there were several deep scars, bubbling with cold.

The scars were cut by the scale armor, and the cold spread to all sides, making the left side of Chu Ran's face completely frozen.

The body shook slightly, Chu Ran snorted coldly, and a stream of hot air rushed up from his body, dispersing the cold qi, and his eyes seemed to be on fire.

"Call that old bastard out, you're no match for me." The corners of his mouth hooked, his expression showed disdain, Pan Sheng looked into the depths of the Chu Mansion, and said with a little meaning.

Hearing this, Chu Lie was immediately furious, and he roared and was about to step forward to fight with Pan Sheng, but was stopped by Chu Zhan and said softly: "Now, it's not the time. ”

When he spoke, Chu Zhan was also a little angry, but he was suppressed, and Chu Fan was also angry on the side, because the old bastard in Pan Sheng's mouth was his grandfather.

If grandpa was insulted by others and didn't even have anger, then Chu Fan would not be Chu Fan, but when he heard Chu Zhan's words, his eyes flashed, he suppressed his anger and didn't speak.

Now, if it's not time, when is it? Presumably it is not far away, and it can be seen from Chu Zhan's eyes that it is not far away.

"As you said, I am indeed not your opponent, but if you want the old ancestor to come out, you are really not qualified." said lightly, Chu Ran's eyes were disdainful, it was real disdain, not pretending.

Because what he said was true, in his heart, Pan Sheng was really not worthy of Chu Po's shot.

Even though Pan Sheng was powerful in front of Chu Ran and the others, in front of Chu Po, he was like an ant, and he could be killed with one finger.

"Then, I'll kill you first, and then I'll kill that old bastard." Speaking gloomily, Pan Sheng was easily angry at the moment, his eyes were shining, and he couldn't hide the strong murderous aura in his heart.

Just when Pan Sheng was about to make a move, the figure of the willow ghost quietly appeared, and he was like a ghost, appearing without the slightest warning.

Liu Ghost knew the situation in the Chu Mansion very early, even when Xu Yan and Xu Shi died, he didn't make a move, but at this moment he chose to make a move.

For him, what does the life or death of the Xu family have to do with him? Death is death, but Xu Xin is the exception of the exceptions, and perhaps only Xu Jin knows the reason.

"You, damn it." After appearing, the willow ghost looked cold, said three words, and a cold light shot out, heading straight for Pan Sheng.

Perhaps, after seeing Pan Sheng's ferocity, Liu Ghost couldn't help but make a move, or perhaps, seeing Pan Sheng insulting Chu Po, he really couldn't stand it, or perhaps, because of the fighting intent in his heart, he wanted to use Pan Sheng to test his strength.

Perhaps, all of them.

The silver cold light flashed like lightning, Pan Sheng had not yet reacted, when the words came into his ears, he felt a chill on his right shoulder at the same time, he subconsciously looked down, only to see a blood hole, bubbling out of black and red liquid.

The black scale armor was broken by the elusive silver knife of the willow ghost, and pierced Pan Sheng's right shoulder and shot from the back of the heart. Go out.

This scene deeply shocked everyone, including Chu Ran, in front of them, Pan Sheng, who had been invincible, was pierced by a flying knife of the Liu Ghost, and there was no reaction.

In this way, the judgment is made.

"Is this a fake?" Whispering softly, Chu Ran looked at the willow ghost with a little shock on his face and smiled in return.

"You're looking for death!" Pan Sheng was furious and almost went berserk, and his cruel face instantly became even more gloomy.

In the roar, the scale armor on Pan Sheng's body was shaking slightly, just like his heart, very aggrieved.

The silver knife returned to the willow ghost's hand, he looked at Pan Sheng coldly, did not reply, his eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a corpse, his eyes were full of disdain.

I saw that Pan Sheng was about to make a move in the roar, but the willow ghost narrowed his eyes, and his right hand was swung out again, and the silver knife shot like lightning again. out, this time, the speed is a few points faster than before.

Before Pan Sheng could make a move, the silver knife pierced through his left shoulder and roared back into the willow ghost's hand.

"You, that's all." Shaking his head, Liu Ghost already had a rough guess in his heart that Pan Sheng's current strength was only comparable to that of the late stage of Void Transformation.

And the strength of the willow ghost himself is a few points higher than that of the late stage of the void, and maybe, it may even exceed the three voids.

And this is the strength of the willow ghost, the true meaning of falsehood, what is false, what is false, and what is false, and only after falsehood is false.

The scale armor on Pan Sheng's body was almost erected, and his eyes stared at the willow ghost in a daze, killing thousands of times.

He had ever suffered such an insult, he had been in Ling. Insulting Churan and others, everything was reversed at this time, how could they bear it for a while.

Suddenly, a change occurred, and just when Pan Sheng was almost losing his mind, his eyes radiated endless killing intent, his arms raised, and his mouth seemed to be chanting something, as if he was going to perform a secret technique to kill the willow ghost.

"Ahh

Just when he was casting the secret technique, he saw that he was about to succeed, but he screamed miserably, which was very miserable.

"Blood Emperor!"

Pan Sheng raised his head and let out a roar, full of unwillingness, his scream was terrible, and his resentment almost broke through the sky.

As soon as the terrible, frantic scream sounded, Pan Sheng's body exploded, reduced to a cloud of bloody mud, and a bloody light rushed out of his body, heading straight for the dark night sky.

No one thought that Pan Sheng, who had been invincible before, would die like this in the blink of an eye, which is a kind of sadness.

He sucked the vitality of his own people to get such strength, but at this moment, he was sucked by others, harming others and himself, and he didn't expect that he would die in this way.

The last two words shouted are enough to explain everything, enough to explain a lot, enough to tell everyone that everything comes from whose hands.

Sorrow, the sorrow of life, nothing more than this, the sorrow of the monk, nothing more than this, Pan Sheng's sorrow, is his ruthlessness, is his indifference.