Some people are born unfortunate, and their ears cannot hear, and their mouths cannot speak.

Some people are stupid and ignorant, and they don't know the spring and autumn in their lives.

Some people have both parents and are lonely.

Someone walked well on the road, but died suddenly from a galloping horse.

Some people walked cautiously through the mountains and forests, but accidentally died from snakes and insects.

Unfortunately, unfortunately.

How many unfortunate things in the world, and how many unfortunate people have been seen!

The power of the forbidden Dao technique surged, and the dark clouds thicker than the color of ink obscured the color of the bright moon.

It's like despair, cut off from hope.

It's a shadow, it's a fear.

It's illusory, but it's also real.

It has existed before and will continue to exist.

Everyone who witnesses it feels that the future of life is bleak, and this time there is little life. It seems that today is the death day, and this period is the death period.

This is a calamity, a calamity.

The most tragic misfortune is coming.

The ancestral hall of Qingyun Pavilion is called the Temple of Shanfu Qingyun.

However, the forbidden secret technique of Qingyun Pavilion turned the good fortune upside down, so that the calamity was overshadowed, the evil debts were entangled, and this dark cloud was gathered.

With Chi Dingfang's strength, it was simply not enough to urge this technique. He will sacrifice his life and soul, so that he will suffer from his life, and he will feed from evil. Inflict calamity on oneself first, and then inflict calamity on others. Use the most ferocious forbidden secret technique to blast out a way out for Qingyun Pavilion.

At this moment, all the monks of Qingyun Pavilion, from the sect guard to the disciples, were all moved.

Even a person like Feng Yue, who is extremely deep in the city, couldn't help but redden. No matter how much competition is there, the two veins of the sealed pool are the same after all. He has been with Chi Dingfang for many years, and he is very aware of the ferocity of this forbidden secret art, and he is more and more able to understand Chi Dingfang's choice.

At the moment when Qingyun Pavilion suffered a catastrophe, Chi Dingfang showed the responsibility of a sect master.

Standing in front of the mountain.

Die to the sect!

The dark clouds of calamity completely hung over the thin enemy, pulling the qi in the dark, turning the fortune upside down, and the number of chaotic lives was murderous.

Chi Dingfang's ten fingers changed wildly, his body and mind were burned, and his soul gradually disappeared. So the clouds are deep, and disaster is coming!

At the last moment when this forbidden secret technique was about to be completed.

The thin, who looked the most unremarkable among the enemies, suddenly shouted, "Don't play!"

The sound was sharp and hasty.

He is angry like a child, as if the battle to destroy the door is nonsense, and the fight to the death is child's play, and it can be said that "if you don't play", you will "not play".

Even if he is powerful, this is too naïve.

No one cares about the weight of this sentence.

Only Chi Dingfang himself, Dao Yuan's surge was more urgent, his emotions were more intense, and his soul dissipated faster. Only he, who has been fighting with this thin man, knows that his terrifying strength is unfathomable.

Otherwise, why would he sacrifice himself and rely on forbidden secret techniques to break the game?

But the emotions of others and the feelings of others have never been in the scope of Li Laosi's consideration.

Except for the "third brother", no one can really influence him.

Facing the dark clouds of calamity that shrouded the qi machine, and facing the desperate fight of a monk from all over the building.

He felt threatened, so he "stopped playing".

That's all.

His right hand reached out, grabbed it at will, and immediately snatched a long knife from the hand of a Qingyun Pavilion monk.

The cold light flashed.

The blade is reversed and his neck is cut off!

He snatched the knife in his hand, but did not hurt anyone, but hurt himself.

He's not acting, he's not acting, he's not bluffing.

A knife fell, and flesh flew sideways. This knife is so ruthless that it directly cuts into more than half of it, as if it is completely headed for decapitation.

The cold blade parted the flesh and stopped in the center of Li Laosi's neck.

But he didn't look painless, but grinned.

Just opposite him, without warning, Chi Dingfang's entire head suddenly flew away!

The headless corpse slammed to the ground, and the dark cloud of calamity that had taken shape in the sky and was about to descend dissipated in an instant after losing the manipulation and support of the caster.

Thousands of miles of stars are scarce, and the moon is bright in the sky.

The dark clouds had passed, but the clear moonlight sprinkled down made the hearts of the monks of Qingyun Pavilion cold!

Chi Dingfang's struggle, Chi Dingfang's commitment, Chi Dingfang's desperate......

Pointless!

At this moment, a lot of information in my mind suddenly hooked up.

"Returning to the Divine Power......" Feng Yue's face was full of horror: "You are Li Thin!

He turned his head to look at the fat man with the steel knife in his hand: "Then you are ......"

He finally understood what this person's strange supernatural powers were, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Ten thousand evil people and demons!"

In other words, this terrible speculation has always been there, but he doesn't want to believe it, he can't believe it. And now, have to believe!

"Uh......" Li Shou had already pulled out the long knife at this time.

He drew his knife in a posture like when he accidentally sank into the firewood while chopping wood, and then struggled to pull out the firewood knife, treating his neck as wood and pulling it hard, not caring at all whether it would hurt.

Even if everyone who sees this scene feels pain.

He hung high in the air, threw the knife away, and put his fingers together, covering the hideous wound on his neck, blood gushing from between his fingers, staining his entire palm red.

The tone was very dissatisfied: "Third brother, why is it me who shows his might, but he seems to be more afraid of you?"

"Hahahaha. At this time, Zheng Laosan had already caught Zhang Yuliu, the only foreign surname of Qingyun Pavilion, and in the frightened and powerless struggle, he directly smashed it with a head hammer!

Boom.

Exploded like a watermelon.

Red and white splashes, warm and hot, mushy faces.

Zheng Laosan casually threw away Zhang Yuliu's dead dog-like corpse, and the laughter stopped.

"Otherwise, how could I be your third brother!" he said.

"Hey!" Li Shou covered his neck and flew towards Feng Yue, not caring about his vigilance and those Qingyun Pavilion disciples who were forming a formation behind him.

"Why are you more afraid of my third brother?" he asked.

With the successive deaths of Chi Dingfang and Zhang Yuliu, the possibility of Qingyun Pavilion's victory has been completely trampled on.

A smart person like Feng Yue, of course, will not be unaware of the general trend. But Li Shou's boring question gave him hope again.

He realized that the notorious flesh-cutting demon and the evil demon had a different heart from ordinary people. They have a kind of "naïve" cruelty, and this "naivety" itself may have room to be exploited.

Feng Yue swallowed hard, making his fear clearer, hoping to make the other party more satisfied. He said in a trembling voice: "Actually, I'm very afraid, but you all appear together, and I'm even more afraid of ......."

"No!

Zheng Laosan had already shouted from afar: "You must be the most afraid of one!"

He strode towards this side, and there was an aura that he was going to kill people anytime and anywhere: "Say, who are you most afraid of?"

"That's it!" Li Laosi also echoed: "The two-faced person is the most hateful!"

The cold sweat on Feng Yue's forehead instantly dripped down, and he realized that no matter which way he parted, he would offend another person. And of these two people, whoever offends will die.

"Naivety" also means that they may not conform to anyone's thinking, but have their own direct logic of behavior.

The thinking and trade-offs of smart people may not affect them at all.

The sophistry he is good at, the curry-pandering, the drilling...... It doesn't make any sense at all.

What to do?

What to do!

"Actually......" Feng Yue pondered.

"Don't play, it's important to get down to business!"

A female voice suddenly sounded, temporarily stopping the torture that Feng Yue was suffering.

The ghostly masked woman froze in shape, standing high in the air, with her back to the bright moon, facing the mountain gate.

Her voice roared, rolling through like a surging tide: "The Sect Master of Qingyun Pavilion is dead, this is the end of resistance!"

"Qingyun Pavilion has been destroyed, and it is useless to die!"

"The old lady walks in the world, and she is the least afraid of killing. There is a rule for you to listen to. ”

"...... from now on"

"Blade-wielding, die!"

"Accumulation Dao Magician, die!"

"Whoever moves one step, die!"

"Whoever speaks up without permission, die!"

Four dead words in a row are categorical and murderous.

The ferocious momentum that belonged to her was unreserved, and she instantly entrenched herself at the mountain gate, suppressing the monks of Qingyun Pavilion who had lost their backbone.

When the ......

The blade fell to the ground.

The high-level of Qingyun Pavilion, one sect master and four sect guards, so far only one has died. And the only remaining Zong Shou Feng Yue took the lead in giving up resistance.

The backbone has been broken, and the courage has been broken.

This woman in a maskless mask is really vicious, really ruthless.

The tone and momentum of those rules when she said them didn't seem to be to deter anyone, but just to find a comfortable reason for herself to kill.

No one could question her determination to kill. The fighting spirit, which was already on the verge of collapse, completely collapsed.

Evening Wind Hunting.

The night of the killing of the stars and the moon.

"Ahh

The woman in the maskless mask jerked her head to look.

The blood-eyed man who had just pulled his hand out of the monk's chest opposite, Nene explained, "He just moved. ”

In his hand, he grasped a complete and bloody heart.

The woman didn't do anything to him after all, turned back, continued her fierce speech, and took control of the situation: "Very good, it seems that we have reached a preliminary consensus!"

She said in a cold tone: "You must be afraid, but don't be too afraid!

"Hey!" At this time, Zheng Laosan suddenly shouted at her, and said very seriously: "We are not playing, this matter is very important." ”

Which thing?

Of course, the woman who knows them knows that Zheng Fei, an idiot, is talking about who is more terrible between him and Li Laosi.

This dead fat man is responding to her previous sentence at this time - "Don't play, it's important to get down to business!"

What a brain this is!

The momentum that had been so hard built was interrupted repeatedly, and the woman was almost angry.

But with this guy...... What's there to be angry about?

Nor is it the first day to know that they are idiots.

Resisting the urge to remove her mask, the woman took a deep breath, allowing herself to ignore these idiot teammates who had more than enough success and more than failure, and continued to shout: "Now, hear every word I say clearly, because it is completely about the safety of your lives!"

From left to right, she slowly moved her gaze, making sure that her intimidation was felt by everyone.

Then he said: "The people surnamed Feng and Chi stand up first, and you are safe for the time being!"