It's a pity that Yu Guizheng is killing up, how can he hear Song Zhendong's words. Fang Tianhalberd was still wielding it vigorously, as if he couldn't stop, and he attacked the reckless man. Song Zhendong understood that Yu Gui was overshadowed by anger and had a bad heart.

In less than three rounds, Yu Gui made a slight mistake when making a move, accidentally revealing a flaw in the upper plate, and it was too late to change the situation by drawing a move. I saw that the reckless man saw the opportunity, and pulled out a short knife from his waist with his left hand, and shot it in an instant, it was as fast as the wind, and in a blink of an eye, the short knife came to Yu Gui's neck.

I only heard a "click", and the short knife was ruthlessly cut down, and poor Yu Gui fell to the ground before he could react, and his huge head rolled out several feet on the ground, and the loess was carved out of a bloody path. The blood in the neck broke away from the shackles of the skull, and suddenly spurted out, and the spring gushed more than three feet into the air, spilling all over the ground, and the cruelty of the scene made Song Zhendong unbearable to witness.

Red, bright red, that's the color of blood. If the spring water rushes back, gushing to the sky, dyeing the sky red, it is more magnificent than the dusk and sunset, although it is cruel and tragic, but there is a strange beauty. No, it's not enough, it's still some way from perfection. It would be nice and pleasant if the whole world was soaked in blood, if you could swim in the bright ocean. Imagination is not enough, what should we do? How can we turn dreams into reality? Yes, as long as we keep killing, over time, we will one day see that beautiful picture?

Kill! Paint that incomparably bright blood-colored picture with your own hands. That's right, that's it!

The vivid red turned to a deep black, and at the end of dusk, at the beginning of the night, the heavens and the earth were in chaos.

In the middle of the chaos, the alien in a black cloak quietly carried a dark black scythe covered with rust, slowly harvesting the weeds on the ground, silently waiting for the night to fall. Until the last ray of light in the sky was extinguished, the alien stopped what he was doing, put away the scythe, and turned his back behind him. Vaguely, I heard someone's sigh, so lonely and helpless. A bitter cold wind blew hard, blowing off the hat on the cloak. The small figure standing alone between the desolate world showed its face. It was a peerless and perfect face, but what remained in the two pools of colorful fairy springs was only hesitation and confusion.

She couldn't wait any longer, ignored the military orders and military regulations, rode out of the battle, and went straight to the reckless man. All that could be seen in the blood-red eyes was the naked desire for blood.

Song Zhendong was shocked at this time, and he didn't know what to do for a while, the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart surged endlessly, and unknown fear rose from the depths of his soul.

The reckless man saw a beautiful woman with red eyes running towards him, and said with a smile in his heart: "If this woman is not the sister of the dead ghost just now is his wife, it can really be described as 'deep love'! I happen to lack a lady of the village, if I can accept her, a beauty that is not comparable to the fairy, wouldn't the Emperor of Heaven be jealous of me?" The reckless man laughed when he thought of this, but only for a moment, and the smile froze on his face.

The sky is overwhelming, and it seems that the murderous aura that can make everything lose its vitality in an instant will sweep in. The reckless man found that he had nowhere to escape, and he had no time to think, so he could only force himself to meet him.

The reckless man roared like a madman, like an ancient lion, hissing and roaring, trembling in the great earthquake, and fluctuating in the air waves, spreading a mile away. The steel hammer was lifted high, and then smashed down, and the wind gathered, turning rapidly, like a long dragon hovering in the air. The hurricane swept up countless dust and sand, blending with each other, blending into one, complementing each other, and suddenly multiplying its might. The furious earth dragon, with its shocking bravery, attacked in an instant. Although it is a Jedi counterattack, it gives birth to an invincible force, which shows that this reckless man's martial arts attainments are really unfathomable!

Facing the earth dragon that seemed to be able to devour a thousand armies, Li Mengluan didn't make any moves, as if waiting for the earth dragon to drown her, and there was endless killing intent hidden in her crimson pupils.

Heaven and earth fell into a deep silence, which could not be broken by violent changes. The earth dragon lost its power in this endless silence, and the loud sound that had covered the thunder for ten miles was no longer loud, and time seemed to stop flowing.

"Beginning from nothingness, returning to dust, all phases are empty, and the destiny of heaven is difficult to violate. "The melodious voice of silver bells fluttered in the wind, as if to pour, as if singing. The beauty is infused with infinite sorrow, and the heart of the listener is broken.

"Phaseless Interpretation of Secret Flow, True Technique, Enlightenment, Three Styles, Drifting [Phantom Floating Life]"

Demons whisper intricate incantations, gods chant solemn hymns, elves whisper ancient verses, and wizards play mournful requiems.

The edict is over, the red mang, cut off the dust, resolve the obsession, the destiny of heaven, who can go against it?

The moment the iron sword named "Jingxue" was unsheathed, the heavens and the earth changed color. Half of the sky is illuminated by red brilliance, the day turns into dusk, the afterglow of the sun, the setting glow scatters, and the red clouds burn. The four fields are fiery red, as if they have been burned by the sky, a scene of doomsday, how desolate!

The half-moon-shaped flame red sword qi that shone enough to illuminate the entire heaven and earth slashed into the air. Under the judgment of fate that is absolutely inescapable, the extremely powerful earth dragon is like nothing, and under the annihilation of the sword qi, the earth dragon hurricane all returns to the sand and soil and returns to its original state.

Only now did the reckless man really understand what real terror was, it was not infinite murderousness, but a doomed fate. Looking at Yaokong Chihua, who was about to cover himself and completely end everything about himself, the reckless man made his last cry in despair, but unfortunately no one could hear it.

There was no sound, no upheaval, and after the red torrent passed, the reckless man disappeared, leaving behind only a large pool of bright red and piercing blood, which was shocking.

Song Zhendong's heart was like falling into an ice cellar at this moment, extremely cold, his whole body kept trembling, and cold sweat quickly slid down his forehead. He wanted to shout, but the sound of his voice was like a whisper. He took deep breaths over and over again before finally roaring.

"Mengluan! Come back, Mengluan!"

The voice that had just come out was quickly covered by a shout of killing, and the barbarian warriors who had been in ambush in the soil for a long time rushed out together, as if they knew that the commander had been killed, their eyes were full of hatred and hatred, the muscles on their faces were twisted, their faces were hideous, and they rushed towards Li Mengluan like bloodthirsty ghosts.

Unbeknownst to them, death was beckoning to them.

The ancient demon god broke the seal, the darkness of the sky shrouded the eight desolations, the gate of the underworld slowly opened, all life will come to an end, and all the past will return to zero.

Li Mengluan looked up to the sky and screamed, interpreting the endless helplessness and grief, and there were countless spiritual wounds. Having already destroyed a pure and flawless heart, why should she be hurt again? There can never be two shadows in a mirror, and if one of them wants to exist, the other needs to be erased.

Li Mengluan's whole body was surrounded by pitch-black flames at this moment, and what was condensed in the flames was the wails of countless resentful spirits and the roars of countless demons. The black flames eroded Li Mengluan's body, like darkness devouring her soul. At this moment, she had sunk into the deepest dark realm, and she couldn't extricate herself at all.

The sword flashed, the cold light appeared, the vitality was frozen, the eyes were desolate, the brilliant past, and finally Cangsang.

Chihua lightning flashes, snatching souls and chasing lives, sword dances arbitrarily, splitting the air and splitting the ground.

Li Mengluan frantically swung the iron sword in his hand at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, and the aura of death gradually spread between the red light on the sword flashing. It is easier to cut people than to mow the grass, and to go in and out of a no-man's land.

In an instant, the battlefield fell into the hell of Ah Nose, the head was thrown horizontally, the limbs were scattered, the blood was splashed, and the stench and evil breath reached into the sky. The sand turned into a sea of blood in an instant, and the barbarian warriors who had just lived could no longer be found, and all that remained was a mutilated pile of meat.

The breeze blew, blowing the corners of Li Mengluan's blood-stained clothes, and the swaying figure was like a poignant blood-colored orchid in the corner of the abyss.

The night is like paint, the white fog is blurred, and the four fields are quiet.

In the vast silence, a vague glimpse of a figure slowly coming from the mist. Looking at the scenery in the fog, it is difficult to see the whole picture, and the face of the figure cannot be seen clearly, but the dark purple eyes are the most mysterious color in the night. The faint glow is faint, looming, and the purple light in the fog is also illusory and real.