The sword light is as cold as snow, and the blood is splashed like ink.

is like a tireless killing machine that does not know the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and does not know what is withered and miserable in this world, walking through the crowd, whether it is strong or weak, it cannot avoid being killed by Meng Xinghe.

"Stop! Hurry up! Stop! We admit defeat! Admit defeat!" The blood flowing like a river, as well as the always brilliant knife light, alternately abused people's nerves.

Finally, someone couldn't bear the pressure and howled in embarrassment.

They originally came with hatred and righteousness. But driven by the instinct of survival, any hatred, and how high-sounding righteousness, has become a joke.

Meng Xinghe turned a deaf ear to these pleas for mercy, his knife was still wielding freely, each knife would take away a part of a person's body, or a large piece of flesh and blood, exuding a terrifying edge, he was ferocious, ruthless, ruthless, and cold like a machine.

"Stop, stop!" Another person who has lost his fighting spirit, watching his arms leave his body, the terrifying knife qi is still eating away at more parts of his body, he is under his nose, crumbling inch by inch, turning into pieces, he is already on the verge of collapse.

Sometimes, killing or being killed is not the most terrifying, terrible thing.

In the face of a formidable enemy, many people have the courage to fight for their lives. But when all the efforts and all the resistance and struggle are in vain, the courage will quickly disappear, and then it will be magnified tenfold into fear.

Meng Xinghe was snow-white, not a drop of blood was stained on his body, but the knife in his hand flashed with a strange red light.

His pace was not fast, even in the sea of corpses, it was like a leisurely stroll.

And every time he took a step forward, those who had originally come to surround him unconsciously took a step back.

It's not that no one wants to escape, but those who choose to turn around and flee will be faster by the sword light to break through the body protection aura on their bodies, and then in the sword light, they will be strangled to smithereens.

"He's not a human! He's not a human! He's a god, a demon, an immortal, a killer star, a demon who obstructs the way... He is everything, but not human. Kill him... Kill him!" there were many people roaring angrily in the crowd.

The ultimate in fear is unwarranted anger. It's just that this quality of anger is even a snack for Lin Xi now.

The clouds in Yunzhou are extraordinarily numerous and extraordinarily white.

At this time, the entire sky of Yunzhou, the floating clouds, seemed to have been dyed with dazzling blood.

Under the faint light, the hazy blood clouds reflect the splendor like blood, stretching and romantically covering the vast and lonely land.

The smell of blood and foul smell are intertwined, and even the wind blowing from the Grad steppe cannot completely blow away these disgusting smells.

"Stop, you've won, they've paid the price, don't go any further... Do you really want to kill everyone here?" An old Taoist priest with a white beard, riding a white crane, galloped over from a distance, looking at the devastation around him, with great pain in his voice.

Meng Xinghe didn't stop, and the wanton sword light whipped the earth that was already overwhelmed, cutting the ground and tearing everything apart.

Although Lin Xi had already calculated a lot.

wants to make a name for himself in the world within the rules, cover an era, and achieve the name of the Immortal Emperor.

But there are always people who don't follow the rules.

gathered such a large number of cultivators in an attempt to use ant tactics to surround and kill him.

Therefore, Meng Xinghe under the control of Lin Xi, he must be ruthless, and he must be vicious and ruthless. Otherwise, it is not enough to make those who do not follow the rules feel pain and fear.

Homicide!

It wasn't Lin Xi's purpose.

But one must not ignore him, his determination to kill.

"Okay! Did you take my knife?" Meng Xinghe pointed at the old Taoist with his knife, he knew that the main messenger behind this matter had the share of the old Taoist priest in front of him.

What he said at the moment sounded good, and he stood on the high ground of morality to reprimand.

But in the recent tragedy, the responsibility of this old Taoist priest may be greater than that of Meng Xinghe.

Meng Xinghe, under Lin Xi's manipulation, didn't want to argue about anything, for him, a guy who was doomed to perish, destined to be in the flow of time, and disappeared, was not worth wasting too much of his tongue to do those meaningless arguments.

The expression on the old Taoist priest's face froze.

He didn't expect that the young man in front of him didn't even have an explanation or quibble, and directly challenged him.

But looking at the hellish scene on earth in front of him, does he dare to fight?

He didn't dare!

He was scared to death!

The older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous he is, the cold heaven Taoist who has lived for more than a thousand years has not lived enough, and he has to live longer at all costs... A little longer.

"Junior, you've already gained a great reputation, why are you bothered so much?"

"The old man is not able to use his muscles and bones, if the old Tao is a few hundred years younger, he is interested in competing with you, and now... Let the shaft become famous, what's the matter?" The heart softened, and the mouth was still very hard, and the people of the Cold Heaven Dao quickly understood what it meant to be the limit of death.

There was still no nonsense, Meng Xinghe's knife slashed towards the Cold Heaven Daoist along a magical trajectory like a ghostly axe.

What sword technique, what move, here in Meng Xinghe, none exists.

A sword is not like a sword, it needs to have so many additions, which are not originally part of the value and meaning of the weapon.

The purpose of the existence of the knife is only one... That's that... Kill!

The sword intent is the killing intent!

When the blade is raised, it is necessary to have the determination and ruthlessness of slaughtering the world.

The knife is obviously not so fast that it can't see the trajectory, but it gives people an irresistible feeling. It's like your own body actively colliding with the tip of a knife.

The Cold Heaven Daoist was shocked by his thoughts, but he had to raise his magic weapon and reluctantly meet the past.

Cool snowflakes bloomed in layers around him.

That's a great way to do it.

As soon as the wind blows, it is the end of thousands of miles in the north, and the frost flies for thousands of miles, in a moment.

But... All the bells and whistles!

Nothing to do.

With a slash, the northern kingdom collapsed, the ice and snow melted, and all the frost and cold were annihilated in the sword light that covered an era.

What was the last thought of the Cold Heaven Dao people, no one knew.

Because his body and the primordial spirit are all under this knife, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, they melt away, and there is no trace.

And Meng Xinghe, he had a wonderful feeling again.

At this moment, he felt an indescribable throbbing.

It was as if something was about to cross the constraints of time and space, across years and destruction, and land on him, merging with him and becoming completely unified.

At this moment, he seemed to see a majestic figure, standing under a huge and vast Chaos Divine Tree, and every leaf of the Divine Tree was a brilliant and brilliant world.

And this figure holds the root of the sacred tree and draws its origin.