Chapter Ninety-Nine: Ten Thousand People Die, Turning into a Rain of Blood

Fu Chou's wife, dead, willing to gather his soul with his soul, become the spirit of the sword, and protect Fu Chou's life forever.

Stroking the broken knife, his eyes were soft, and after muttering, Fu Chou raised his head openly, and his evil intention rose directly into the sky, stepped out of the air, and appeared in front of Long Hao.

"Today is the time of your death." The hoarse voice, like a death knell, pronounced the sentence on Long Hao, and Fu Chou pointed at the silver long stick, and saw the long stick clatter, turning into a silver flower in the sky, in the shape of plum blossoms.

"Lady, this is your favorite plum blossom." The hand broke the knife and slashed out, it was very sharp, and it cut off Long Hao's right arm with just one knife.

His brows were not furrowed, Long Hao did not beg for mercy from beginning to end, nor did he run away, he would rather die in battle than steal his life, let alone survive in humiliation.

Although his body was frozen, his eyes were still sharp, full of disdain for all things in the world, and he had not weakened in the slightest.

"Don't you like beautiful women, then I really want to see how powerful the thing under your crotch is, and whether it is as strong as you." The hoarse voice came into everyone's ears, and everyone was excited, and the eyes that looked at Fu Chou were extremely frightened.

With two smacks, beads of sweat appeared on Long Hao's forehead, his eyes were a little angry, the armor and clothes on his body were completely shattered, and his body instantly turned red. Bare.

"Cut, how powerful do you think this seat is, it's so small that you can't raise your head, such a dirty thing, don't do it." As he spoke, the broken knife was waved, and Fu Chou's face was full of coldness.

Seeing this, all the soldiers were frightened, and they watched as Long Hao's crotch fell from the sky, covered in blood.

The woman in the corner laughed more happily and more wildly.

Fu Chou did not knife again, but untied the power of stillness and allowed Long Hao to regain his freedom.

"General Ben fought with you!" Such a strange shame, how could Long Hao endure it, as soon as he regained his freedom, his expression was full of hideousness, like madness, his left hand clenched his fist, and he hit Fu Chou.

"You'll have it today, too." With a flick of his left hand, Fu Chou said indifferently, "This seat will let you live for a while longer, and feel the taste of losing that thing." ”

His left arm seemed to have been hit by a powerful force, cracking in sections, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and Long Hao slammed backwards and flew out, hitting the cliff wall, spurting blood from his mouth, and his face was like ashes.

Let him live for a while longer, it is more uncomfortable than killing him, thinking about his royal blood, a general of a country, when he suffered such an insult, it is really a cycle of cause and effect, and Tianli takes revenge, and today it is finally his turn.

"You all deserve to die." Fu Chou's cold gaze swept over, and all the soldiers were cold, and they subconsciously retreated, and some people directly threw away their weapons and rushed towards the entrance of the valley.

Dare to ask how many people in the world are not afraid of death, and in the face of such a scene, how many people do not run, but what is the use of running, and they will not escape death.

Several soldiers saw that they were about to rush out of the valley, but Fu Chou stepped into the air, and the knife was waved horizontally, and the knife swept by, and several soldiers were immediately cut in half, their bodies split in half, and they fell to the ground unable to get up.

"Brothers, only by killing him can we have a chance to live." The only three remaining commanders raised their arms and rushed towards Fu Chou with their knives, looking like they were at home.

There are more than 10,000 soldiers, only half of them are left, some people choose to follow behind the commander and fight to the death, and there are also people who turn around and rush to the door of the wall while the rest of the people are holding Fu Chou, wanting to leave through the exit of the valley.

The soldiers who rushed to the gate of the wall were by no means a few, one ran faster than the other, and they wished to grow two more legs and leave the valley early.

"Sisters, you must not let them escape, kill."

The woman in the corner suddenly rushed out, picked up the bloodstained weapon on the ground, and rushed to the door of the wall with tears in her eyes and laughter, and tried to stop the soldiers from escaping with her weak body.

One by one, they rushed out, all of them screaming wildly, their voices sharp, and rushing towards the rushing soldiers.

Blood burst out, and the weak women were the opponents of a group of red-eyed soldiers, their delicate bodies fell in a pool of blood, but no one took a step back.

In the distance, Fu Chou killed several people with every step, he did not use his powerful supernatural powers, but swung and chopped down one by one, and killed people with the broken knife in his hand.

Although the blood stained his clothes red and his eyes turned red, he still did this, and he wanted to kill a river of blood and kill this place Qingming.

The bitterness of the past ten years must be vented today, the pain of the past ten years must explode today, and the hatred of the past ten years must be avenged today.

Ten years is like a day, what Fu Chou is waiting for is today, how can he not be stained with blood, his eyes are blood-red, if the blood emperor is in the world, the bloody breath is monstrous.

"Ugh." With a light sigh, Chu Fan walked into the wall door, holding a spear, fighting the many soldiers who rushed forward, and his killing was to save the lives of those women.

Dozens of women, and now they are still desperately killing, only two people remain, they can survive because they understand the method of cultivation, although their cultivation is not high, but they are also in the late stage of breaking the qi.

The rest of the women, in just a short moment, collapsed in a pool of blood, and died with a smile on their faces, perhaps this is a relief, to see the death of these beasts, they can also cry and laugh loudly on the Huangquan Road.

With a wave of his sleeves, Chu Fan sent the crumbling two women out of the wall door, and were caught by Duan Yuhai and Yue Chong.

Whew!

The Holy Spear of Stepping on Life bloomed with purple light, it was very dazzling, Chu Fan's posture was as invincible as the god of war in the crowd, how could these ordinary soldiers be his opponents, it was not difficult to kill, his clothes were not stained with blood, and he killed several people in one step.

This kind of killing speed is not much worse than paying ugly.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, Chu Fan's heart shook lightly, and when he looked up, he saw a silver light rushing straight towards him.

"It's the warhorse." His expression was quite moved, and Chu Fan could see at a glance that the silver light that rushed was the war horse under Long Hao when he came back before.

On the back of the war horse, carrying the dying Long Hao, wanting to escape from Chu Fan, this horse is loyal to the lord and should be a peerless horse.

This scene was also seen by Fu Chou, he did not show his true cultivation from beginning to end, did not break out, he fought everyone in the realm of false emptiness, only in the late Yuan Infant period.

The speed of the war horse is definitely comparable to that of the Cave Void Monk, if he wants to stop it, he will break out into cultivation, but time does not allow him to do so at all, in a rage, his broken knife is pressed, and thousands of swords are swept out, and all the soldiers burst out one after another, and blood is all over the sky.

In an instant, all the soldiers who fought with Fu Chou died, turned into flying blood, and dotted the sky with a rain of blood.

Seeing that it was too late to catch up with the war horse, Fu Chou happened to see Chu Fan who was holding a life-stepping gun, and he had an idea, and roared angrily with the power of cultivation: "Stop him, this seat owes you a favor." ”

There was no need to roar angrily, Chu Fan would also stop the war horse, and when the hoarse and deafening sound came, he was brandishing a spear and killing all the soldiers around him.

The war horse was like a silver light, the speed was too fast to capture, the valley was full of blood rain, Chu Fan stood in front of the wall door, unmoved, his eyes were already narrowed into a thin slit, and the essence was shining.

The blood rain, made of the blood in the bodies of tens of thousands of people, carries the coolness of this place, as if it is quiet all of a sudden, washing away the filthy soul of this place and cleansing the ** day.