The sword drank blood, pierced through, and took the lives of two people. It's a pity that the two of them haven't enjoyed a moment of warmth......

Guo Xiaofei abandoned the sword here, she felt that the sword was too dirty, dirty her hands, and dirty her heart.

On the way, Guo Xiaofei picked up his sword and ran wildly.

There was killing everywhere in this dry sky city, and there were corpses everywhere. It's so easy to find a weapon.

It's just that the sword in Guo Xiaofei's hand is always changed, and she has killed many people, those who she feels dirty. Every time she kills, she changes her weapon.

She killed all the way, and her clothes were stained with blood. The bright red ones are no longer recognizable in their original color.

Even her face was stained red with blood, making it impossible to see her appearance. I could only vaguely see her eyes,

It was a pair of eyes without hatred or anger, only indifference.

Along the way, where Guo Xiaofei passed, the crowd retreated one after another, and even they didn't know what the reason was......

Guo Xiaofei's eyes were indifferent, but there were tears in the eyes of Qing'er behind him. She's in heartache, and she's in pain even more.

The ink knife was fast, and the misery in Dry Sky City didn't stop him.

After a while, the ink knife finally returned to Guo Zhuan, the place where he had placed Yue Qiushui.

This place is like the rest of the world, and the fire of sin spreads like a sea. The huge Guo Tuo has almost been razed to the ground.

A group of men and horses surrounded him, led by a one-armed man. He rode a big horse, and his eyes were full of fierce light.

"Kill, kill me!" Wang Chong shouted loudly, he wanted revenge, revenge for the broken arm. Therefore, at the beginning of the chaos, he led people to besiege Guo Zhuan.

Watching the crowd besiege Guo Zhuo, Mo Dao did not make the slightest expression on his face. It's just that Modao has always been so calm, but the gaze in his eyes is even colder than before.

He raised his sword and instantly struck into the crowd. Everywhere he passed, there was a scream, and the stump and broken arm spilled down.

How can these people be the opponents of the ink knife, between breaths, the ink knife has already entered the circle.

"It's you!" Wang Chong exclaimed when he saw the ink knife. He has an instinctive fear of the ink knife. It's just because he's never seen that a person can be so strong.

"A woman, a child, where are they. Ink Knife asked in a deep voice.

"Killed. Wang Chong blurted out unconsciously. It's just that he just finished saying it, and he regretted it. Because he saw a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes that made him feel like hell.

There was endless blood in those eyes, like the dry bones of a mountain. It was as if there was a hell in those eyes, and this hell was looking at him at this time, as if it was about to consume him.

Looking at Wang Chong, Modao looked at him so quietly. There is no roar of anger, and no cry of remorse. He just stood there silently.

It's just that his hand is so tightly clenched that his fingertips have sunk into his palm, and so tight that blood droplets are dripping down.

In the end, I couldn't even protect a woman or a child, but I still wanted to destroy all the immortals in the world.

Modao suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at his own stupidity, laughing at his own incompetence.

"You're damned. Mo Dao said word by word, his voice was low, so low that it was inaudible, but it was so low that it could penetrate people's hearts.

The sword slowly fell, and the ink knife took out the dagger, the dagger that was supposed to kill immortals.

For the first time, the ink knife killed for the sake of hatred for the first time. Only this time he killed no longer an immortal, but a mortal.

The ink knife can't kill mortals, that's his ring, it's the ring given to him by heaven.

But at this moment, the ink knife no longer cares about the ring. Even if he loses everything and loses reincarnation, he won't care. It's just that what he has lost now is far more precious than these.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, and the ink knife walked quietly and walked towards Wang Chong.

At this moment, the dry sky city suddenly became quiet. Those who were doing evil stopped their movements.

Because they all felt a killing intent, a monstrous killing intent. That killing intent made them shiver, made them feel cold, and even made them forget to do evil.

"You...... What do you want. Wang Chong said with a trembling voice. At this moment, he just wanted to escape, but his body seemed to no longer belong to him, and he didn't listen to his command at all.

One step, two steps...... The ink knife slowly walked towards Wang Chong.

The feet fell, and the earth trembled. It also seems to be afraid, afraid of the ink knife.

Finally, the ink knife walked up to Wang Chong and raised his hand to pull him off his horse.

At this time, Wang Chong was like a dead dog, crawling on the ground, and at the same time, a smell of urine came from his body.

"Where is the body? Ink Knife asked.

"I ...... I ......" Wang Chong wanted to say that he had not killed any women and children at all, but at this time he was too frightened to speak.

"Uncle. At this moment, a familiar voice came from not far away.

Listening to that voice, the ink knife shook violently. An emotion that had never been felt before came from the heart of the ink knife. Glad!

The cutter turned his head and looked in the direction from which the voice had come. instantly saw Niuniu and Yue Qiushui.

However, there was another person behind them, who was holding a knife against Yue Qiushui's throat. It's the innkeeper who made things difficult before.

With a smug smile on his face, he looked at the ink knife. He wants to take revenge on the ink knife.

It's just that before he can open his mouth to threaten, the ink knife has already moved.

The ink knife was absolutely sure and saved Yue Qiushui from his hands. He also has that strength. It's just that the ink knife forgot, he still has poison on his body.

Just as the ink knife was a stone's throw away from the innkeeper, the poison on his body flared up again, and it was more violent than every time it had come before.

For a moment, Modao only felt as if his heart was almost stopping, and the blood was like mud and coagulated. One stumbled and fell to the ground.

The innkeeper was frightened by the sudden movement of the ink knife, and in a panic, he was ready to kill. Seeing the ink knife suddenly fall to the ground, he stopped the movement in his hand.

It's just that at this time, he was shocked into a cold sweat. He never thought that the man in front of him would rashly act without even giving him a chance to speak.

"Aren't these two people important to him?" he couldn't help but wonder.

The ink knife struggled to get up, the poison came and went quickly. But Modao can feel that his time is numbered.

What's more, at this time, he has no way to rely on his own strength to forcibly save people.

"Condition. Ink Knife asked.

The innkeeper was slightly stunned, and then instantly understood the meaning of Modao's words. "You killed yourself, and I let them go. He had no deep hatred with the ink knife, just because the ink knife had embarrassed him, and he wanted the ink knife to die at this time.

Modao looked at the innkeeper and was silent, killing himself?

The ink knife is not afraid of death, he can be reincarnated. But Modao didn't believe the innkeeper. What's more, even if Modao really committed suicide, the innkeeper really let Yue Qiushui go.

But in such a dry sky city, without the protection of the ink knife, how can the two of them survive?

At this time, just as the ink knife was thinking about countermeasures in his heart, a long sword suddenly broke through the air.