Chapter 9 The pear blossoms splash rain in vain and desolate

The eerie words, like the ghostly aura of Netherworld Purgatory, were filled with endless coldness, making people shiver and chill.

In the woman's hand, a bloody long sword was raised, and suddenly, the murderous aura and the tragic aura made Jiutian tremble. A sword slashed down, like a magic ridge falling into the air, destroying the withering and decaying, and crushing the sky.

Before the brain could react, Han Xuanming's body had already moved before thinking and rushed forward. In his hand, the silver light flashed, and the silver spirit appeared, facing the falling sword light, like a big wave crashing into the sky, impacting away.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, the sound seemed to pierce through the golden cracked stone, rolling sound waves, if there was substance, in a moment, the surrounding void shattered, blooming countless large black cracks, like spider webs densely covered.

The terrifying force, like a mountain crushing down, made Han Xuanming retreat on the spot, and took several steps in succession before he barely stopped.

Han Xuanming raised his head suddenly, his eyes were sharp, like a sword and electricity, and suddenly shot out. Staring at the woman opposite, the anger in Han Xuanming's eyes was endless, and the anger in his chest was difficult to suppress.

Although I don't know what happened, the scene not long ago, the woman's words, made Han Xuanming clearly understand that it must be this woman who caused such a miserable scene of hell on earth.

All around, the firelight was in the sky, rendering the whole night red. The house was crumbling in the fire, and let out a cry of pain, but finally, it could not withstand it and collapsed with a bang.

The boundless fire, the red misery, the red beauty, with the blood all over the ground, the eyes are full of red.

The children's small bodies lay on the ground, all breathless, and their deaths were extremely miserable. The young body became tattered, or it was torn apart by a sword, or it was pierced by a sword.

Such a picture, appalling!

"Brush!"

With a wave of the long sword, the cold blade of the sword was aimed at the woman opposite, Han Xuanming's expression was like a fierce god in hell, and he asked in a deep voice: "You killed the person, and you set the fire?"

The woman on the other side was obviously surprised by the sudden intruder, which was a little unexpected. But soon, the surprise on her face dissipated, and a cold smile spread to the corners of her mouth.

The woman smiled cruelly, word by word, and only spit out two words: "Not bad!"

"Why did you do this?!" Han asked loudly.

"Why? It's funny, I can do what I want, what are you, it's your turn to take care of it?!" the woman said lightly, full of indifference.

She sneered one after another and said: "It's just a bastard of the Seven Star Gate, and he dares to come here to be presumptuous, if it weren't for that old guy, the Seven Star Gate that day would have been such a beautiful picture!"

The woman said, spreading her arms, spinning around, looking at the tragic scene around her, and letting out an unbridled smile.

This woman has been to the Seven Star Gate, she is Lan Xinyi!

Lan Xinyi raised the sword in her hand, looking like a demon, and laughed wantonly: "Look, what a beautiful picture, what a pleasant sound, it is simply the most moving scene in the world." ”

"How many people can enjoy such a beautiful view, and can they taste it with me?"

"Hahahaha......"

The miserable laughter was like a demon howling in the ghost land, Lan Xinyi's appearance at this time was really like a crazy demon, so that those who saw it avoided it.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, Lan Xinyi lowered her head violently, forced to look at Han Xuanming, and in her pupils, a piercing cold lightning shot out, with strong killing intent and boundless anger, made Han Xuanming couldn't help but shudder.

Lan Xinyi's blood sword slashed, pointed at Liu Yiyi behind Han Xuanming, and said in a cold voice: "It's all that woman, such a scene, it's all caused by that woman, if it weren't for her, my plan would have been completed!"

"Witch, such a wicked deed, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?" Han Xuanming waved his sword and questioned the person opposite.

Although Han Xuanming still doesn't know what happened, from Lan Xinyi's crazy behavior, it can be inferred that this woman must not be a good thing.

"Damnation, what is that?" Lan Xinyi sneered, "I don't know what damnation is, I just know that good people don't live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years!"

Lan Xinyi pointed her sword at the sky and said loudly: "You ask this thing above your head, does it have eyes? If it has eyes, why doesn't it come to stop today's incident? Since it doesn't care, then it proves that it approves of this matter!"

"Strong words, evil words to confuse the public! One day, even this day, I can't tolerate you!" Han Xuanming rebuked loudly.

"People can win the sky, I can go against the sky! Heaven is unfair, what's the use of it?" Lan Xinyi said gloomily, "Today's matter, I can't blame me, the dead person, if you want to complain, blame that slut, it killed you!"

"The truth of bullshit, dare to kill people, but don't dare to admit it?" Han Xuanming scolded angrily.

At the same time as Han Xuanming and Lan Xinyi confronted each other, on the other side, the little fox jumped to Liu Yiyi's side.

Listening to Liu Yiyi's miserable cry and looking at her helpless face, the little fox couldn't help but feel sad, it wanted to comfort, but it didn't know what to say, so it could only sigh one after another.

After a long time, the little fox almost dared to ask Liu Yiyi: "Miss Liu, what is going on, what is going on here?"

However, Liu Yiyi didn't answer, and still just cried loudly. She sat down on the ground, tilted her head to the sky, and wept aloud, letting the tears flow down in streams.

In Liu Yiyi's arms, she was still holding a child, who had just died, and her body still had a certain temperature.

Liu Yiyi shouted helplessly, expressing her apologies to the child in her arms: "Wanmiao, Sister Yiyi can't stand you, and finally failed to save your life!"

"What the hell is going on?" the little fox's heart was full of questions.

Not long ago, this woman, wearing a mask of hypocrisy, pretending to be dumb, was deceiving everyone, and secretly sent the children of the village away.

But now, how did she become like this again? Didn't she send the girls out of the village to assassinate their lives? Why, was she saving them?

However, no matter how the little fox asked, Liu Yiyi always ignored it and did not answer, and was immersed in extreme sadness, crying loudly.

At this moment, in the distance, a shocking blood light slashed, and the murderous aura gushed like a tide, which could cut people's souls, and came coldly, hitting Liu Yiyi's head directly, wanting to take his life.

Between the wails, Liu Yiyi discovered this sword, but did not dodge, but let the blood light slash her, but sat weakly in place, looking up to the sky and crying, losing hope of life.

The little fox saw the blood coming through the air, and had already dodged, but when he saw Liu Yiyi staying in place and not moving, he hurriedly bumped into it, and Liu Yiyi, who hit him, was crooked and fell to the ground, but he managed to escape death.

Even so, the sword still grazed her body, and for a while, blood sprayed out, flowing out, staining her clothes red.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!......

The sound of the long sword crashing continued to sound, and Han Xuanming had already started a desperate struggle with Lan Xinyi.

The divine sword slashed, the sword was sharp, extremely sharp, and the cold and cold air currents hit people, terrifying, murderous, and slashed at Han Xuanming's head.

"Phew!"

The silver spirit glowed, like condensing the brilliance of the sun, moon and stars, like a mountain across the sky, surging with endless power, colliding with the blood-dripping sword in Lan Xinyi's hand.

Lan Xinyi is extremely strong, her eyes are full of anger, and the cold electricity blooms.

The blood sword spewed thin red light, like ripples and vibrations, like a comet slicing through the air, stabbing into Han Xuanming's chest. Lan Xinyi's offensive is fierce, and she has always had the upper hand, always pressing Han Xuanming.

While fighting, Lan Xinyi was also guiding the direction of the two of them, heading towards the direction where Liu Yiyi was.

Han Xuanming had obviously discovered all this and wanted to move the battlefield to other places. But helplessly, Lan Xinyi always aimed at Liu Yiyi, leaving no room for it.

The sword roared, and a sword light surged like a flood, surging in, and the cold and piercing killing intent was like a magic mountain crushing down, and once again shrouded Han Xuanming.

Han Xuanming resisted with all his might, the silver light split the sky, the sword qi rushed into the clouds, and the silver spirit released a brilliant light like the explosion of stars, colliding with the sword qi coming from the sky.

"Boom!"

It was like the thunder of the Nine Heavens, as if the magic sound of the Ten Thousand Worlds vibrate, and the huge sound broke the sky and shattered the earth, as if it caused a boundless tsunami.

The air surged, the power was so great, and the momentum was so fierce that both of them retreated again and again.

Between retreating, Lan Xinyi was defenseless, tripped over the corpse of a child under her feet, and almost fell. After stabilizing her body, she looked to her feet, and the light in her eyes was cold, as if it had been thrown from purgatory.

"Trash! almost tripped me!" the cold words were extremely frightening.

With one foot, he stepped on the corpse's head fiercely, like stepping on a watermelon, and stomped the head to pieces. As if she was still angry, Lan Xinyi slashed the corpse into several pieces with several swords one after another.

Blood was splashing, bright and beautiful colors, like raindrops, hitting Lan Xinyi's clothes and falling on her face, but she couldn't blink an eye.

In the distance, seeing this bloody scene, Liu Yiyi rushed over like a madman, and shouted: "Enough, enough! Why, why? He's dead! He's dead!"

Seeing Liu Yiyi rushing over with all her might, Lan Xinyi's eyes flashed with a cold smile, and she slowly raised the sword in her hand towards Lan Xinyi.

Facing Liu Yiyi, Lan Xinyi said coldly: "Traitor, this should be like this, this is in line with your identity!"

Seeing Liu Yiyi rushing over, Han Xuanming rushed to Liu Yiyi with an arrow step, grabbed her arm and didn't let her go there.

On the other side, Lan Xinyi sneered, took another step, and approached in the direction of the two people.

"Enough, Xinyi, you've done enough for today's things, stop it!"

At this time, in the firelight, another woman walked out, holding two boys in her arms, one was Yaliang, and the other was Yahou, the twins.

This woman is Ye Zhenzhen, Liu Yiyi's sister of the union.

"Xinyi, that's enough, let's go, let's let Yiyi go! what you want, we will have a chance in the future!" Ye Zhenzhen cried, begging Lan Xinyi.

"Let's go!"