The cold wind howled, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Swords and swords, regardless of life and death, just for the word "righteousness".

This is the rivers and lakes, blood boiling, generosity and heroism with a touch of pathos.

A simple and unpretentious long sword pierced Han Yan's heart.

Retreat with one touch, leaving no trace.

Lian Zhantian held a long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, and his expression was indifferent. The blade of the sword is quiet and deep, without a trace of blood. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed that just now, this sword pierced the heart of your opponent.

With a "dang bang", the long sword fell to the ground.

Han Yan's figure froze, there was no sadness on her face, only relief. She turned her head, glanced at Liu Ruobai, then at Meng Tian, and smiled happily.

The next moment, her eyes became blurred, looking at the sky from afar, as if a tall and majestic figure was beckoning to her, just like the first time, her handsome face was full of ease.

She fell, like a flower blooming and falling, and the grass withered, naturally.

The cold wind swept by, and the placket of the shirt was slightly raised, and there was a faint stain of blood.

Han Yan's death was silent.

However, from beginning to end, there have always been people who care about her.

Liu Ruobai is like this, and so is Meng Tian.

The sad eyes became cold and resentful. Meng Tian clenched the sword of sorrow, his white clothes were like snow, his face was cold and frosty, and he went straight to the Kunlun Sect elder and Zhang Yang.

Yan Shan held the rusty long sword and followed closely.

An inexplicable fear welled up in his heart, which was the master's intuition.

Zhang Yang and the Kunlun Sect elder couldn't help but feel timid. However, they will never run away, and some things are more precious than life.

The sword light rises again, crisscrossing and crisscrossing.

The sound of the resonance of gold and iron, the sound of the collision of sword qi, stirred up a circle of ripples.

The battle of the four can be described as hearty.

Meng Tian stabbed out with each sword, the angle was tricky, the timing was ingenious, and it was wonderful.

The true meaning of killing the sword, the mystery of the unintentional sword, the perfect combination, incisive.

In terms of the subtlety of swordsmanship alone, Yan Shan is also ashamed of himself.

Fight to the death, if the strength is equal, the sword killing sword and swordsmanship will never be defeated.

It's just because this set of swordsmanship is born to kill.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, and blood splattered.

Zhang Yang and the Kunlun Sect elder fell in a pool of blood.

Yan Shan and Meng Tian stood leaning on their swords, their faces were as white as paper, and they were already at the end of their crossbows.

Liu Hedong hurriedly said to Yan Shan and Meng Tian with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "Two little friends, come back!"

Yan Shan and Meng Tian did not hesitate, and urged the true qi with all their might, leaving a few afterimages in the crowd.

In the blink of an eye, they had already appeared behind Liu Hedong, secretly breathing.

At this time, Qiu Ming, the head of the Kunlun faction, and Ji Mohai, the head of the Quartet Dart Bureau, came back to their senses. Their expressions were mixed, sad, shocked, and remorseful.

The dust has settled here, and the wind and clouds have changed over there.

In the pale red world, the wind is fierce, and the lightning is thundering.

The blood in Liu Ruobai's eyes became more and more intense, and her handsome face became hideous and terrifying.

There is a pain that is heart-rending.

There is a kind of sorrow, which is called the son who wants to raise but does not wait for his relatives.

There is no greater mourning than death.

Love can give strength, and so can hate.

The white clothes move with the wind, but the humble gentleman has passed away with the wind.

The immortals are no more, the gods are no more, and in their place are demons, demons from the underworld.

Suddenly, Liu Ruobai was shrouded in a black mist, strange and ghostly.

The rich blood in his eyes turned pitch black.

The blood-colored sword qi turned into a cloud of black mist.

Liu Ruobai looked at the four Kunlun Sect elders, and his gaze became indifferent.

He wielded the Heavenly Fury Sword, and the sword was like a judge's pen, in charge of life and death, without any emotion.

At this moment, the Heavenly Fury Sword seemed to have a magical power.

The four Kunlun Sect elders were stunned.

This situation and this scene are strange and mysterious.

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of swords colliding, came to an abrupt end.

All eyes are on one person.

Yan Shan couldn't help asking, "Senior, could it be that Brother Liu has fallen into the Demon Dao?"

Liu Hedong nodded slightly, his face bloomed with brilliance, and said softly: "If you want to survive the Heavenly Fury Tribulation, you must step into the Ruthless Dao. But ruthlessly, only by the devil into the Tao. ”

Meng Tian's eyes were as clear as water, and he muttered: "Ruthless, only by demons enter the Tao." If you can fall into the devil's path, you may not be able to step into the ruthless path. ”

Yan Shan realized something, and asked casually: "Senior, Brother Liu, ...... he?"

Liu Hedong sighed lightly: "This is fate, there is no choice." I believe that Xiaobai will definitely be able to do it. As he spoke, his expression was indifferent, and there seemed to be a long-hidden sadness in his eyes.

Yan Shan didn't see Liu Hedong's expression, but he could feel that this old man must have hidden an unforgettable memory in his heart.

The Heavenly Fury Sword fell, and a Kunlun Sect elder was split in half, and his death was horrible to see.

Another Kunlun sect elder died tragically.

......

In a few breaths, the four Kunlun Sect elders all died on the spot.

Qiu Ming, the head of the Kunlun faction, wanted to come to the rescue, but it was too late.

Liu Ruobai moved forward step by step, as if entering a no-man's land.

Whether it is Qiu Ming or Ji Mohai, they all want to kill Liu Ruobai with their own hands.

However, none of them made a move, just because the price was too great.

They are waiting for their time.

Finally, Liu Ruobai stopped. He looked at Han Yan with a confused expression. He didn't seem to remember anything, but he could feel the heartache, it was real.

He looked at Lian Zhantian again, and an indescribable anger suddenly arose in his heart, and the anger then turned into killing intent.

Lian Zhantian held the simple and unpretentious long sword tightly, and the pride in his chest surged. However, he didn't make a move either. He is high and proud, but not conceited. Faced with Liu Ruobai in this state, he was afraid. He was also waiting, waiting for the moment.

Liu Ruobai slowly raised the Heavenly Fury Sword, pointing at Lian Zhantian.

Although Lian Zhantian was afraid, he was not afraid. He gripped his sword tightly and prepared to strike.

Suddenly, a faint white light lit up on the dark red sword.

Meng Tian seemed to think of something, and exclaimed, "This is the Buddha's light." ”

Through the white light, there are two shallow white marks.

In the black fog, the white light appears very faint.

However, it does exist.

A hint of emptiness appeared in Liu Ruobai's eyes.

He stared silently at the two shallow white marks, lost in thought.

Lian Zhantian frowned slightly, not knowing why. He still clutched the long sword, not daring to be careless.

The same is true for Autumn Ming and Ji Mohai.

Liu Hedong looked strange. He didn't look back, but he could feel the surprise and contemplation on Yan Shan and Meng Tian's faces. He asked Yan Shan with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "Xiaoyou, do you know what happened to those two white marks?"

Yan Shan also replied with the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "The juniors only know that those two white marks appeared after Brother Liu killed two Shaolin disciples. ”

Liu Hedong was relieved and muttered to himself: "The Shaolin disciples have turned the supreme Dharma into two shallow white marks, pointing out the direction for the lost lamb in the dark. Buddhism is the nemesis of demonic nature, and these two little masters are really well-intentioned. ”

Suddenly, his face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Xiaobai, come back quickly." ”