He rose into the air, surrounded by thunder. He is not an immortal, but at this moment he is like a god. He has been made the savior of the world.

Wait for him to resolve this crisis.

The next moment, the figure of the ink knife pierced through the boulder, like an angry dragon piercing through the mountain. With a thunderbolt of light, he went straight to the abandoned sky.

Leaving behind the broken boulder, it turned into thousands of meteors and smashed to the ground.

In an instant, the people on the ground were killed and wounded, and the sound of screams filled the entire valley.

Another hell is finally coming.

People are fleeing frantically, but there are still many people who cannot escape the fate of being stonestoned to death.

At this time, the ink knife is no longer the savior in the hearts of these people, and in their hearts, the ink knife is a demon and a cold-blooded murderer.

In their opinion, if the ink knife did not provoke the immortals, then all this would not have happened, and they would not have died.

It's just that they may be innocent, they may be pitiful, but what does this have to do with the ink knife. The ink knife has given them a chance, but they themselves will never cherish this opportunity.

Reverse Changsheng protected Tian'er behind him, and his arms swayed, bringing out gusts of wind. He moves slowly, but he hits the falling gravel just right every time.

And the stone, which was so hard that no one else could cut it with a sharp blade, became as fragile as tofu in his hands.

Falling gravel does not pose a threat to Reverse Immortality.

But there was also a hint of blame in his eyes, and he was also blaming the ink knife, why did he provoke the immortals.

Although he was very surprised by the skill of the ink knife, he also knew that no one, no mortal, could defeat the immortals.

Reverse Changsheng didn't understand, he always thought that Modao was a smart person, why would he do such a stupid thing.

Suddenly, Reverse Changsheng was stunned.

He looked at the ink knife in the sky stupidly, and at that moment, he suddenly felt that the figure of the ink knife was very familiar. Familiar enough to terrify him.

He remembered the man, the man who could cut down immortals with a rusty knife in his hand.

"Could it be him?!" Reverse Changsheng exclaimed.

"Who is he?" Tian'er asked. Although there was rubble falling from the sky all the time, there was not the slightest fear on her face when she was hiding behind Reverse Changsheng.

"A terrible person......" Reverse Changsheng said in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself.

The gravel fell, and Liao Chutian raised his sword and slashed.

His body technique was already extraordinary, and at this time, he obtained the long sword that Yu Fan used before.

At this moment, Liao Chutian was like a fairy in the rain, jumping and flying. With each swing of the sword, several pieces of rubble will be slashed.

His sword was fast, but his sword was sharper, so sharp that it didn't look like a weapon on earth.

It only touched the gravel slightly, and it didn't even require Liao Chutian's strength, and he didn't need to use any skills. The sword in his hand had already cut through the rubble.

Relying on this long sword, Liao Chutian saved many people around him. After all, he is different from the ink knife, when he can save people, he will always save a few.

It is precisely because of this that people rushed to Liao Chutian's location, hoping to get his protection.

And as the crowd gathers more and more, the scope of Liao Chutian's activities is becoming less and less.

In the end, Liao Chutian was surrounded by the crowd, and at this moment, Liao Chutian became the sword in their hands and the roof that guarded them.

In the same way, they have taken over the roof, so that he can no longer move anywhere else to shelter others.

Compared with those who are struggling to survive, Guo Xiaofei's face is only indifferent, which is indifference to his own life. She didn't care whether she lived or died, she was killed with a sword, or stonestoned, it was just a different way of dying.

For her, the result is the same.

Looking at the gravel in the sky, Guo Xiaofei was waiting, waiting for the moment when his life ended.

But she waited for a long time, but not a single gravel hit her, or even fell on her side.

It seems that it was intentional, that day, I didn't want her to die, but to let her live in such pain.

"Why!" Guo Xiaofei's face finally had an expression, she was hating, asking. But she didn't know who to ask, she was just venting, venting the grievances in her heart, and venting the resentment in her heart.

The last pillar that had been holding her up finally broke, and she began to roar and begin to cry.

In this moment, she was just a woman, a wounded woman.

Guo Xiaofei roared and cried for a long time. She kept asking why. But there was no one to answer her.

Finally she was tired of yelling and crying. She wiped tears from her face, and she took up her weapon.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Guo Xiaofei at this moment seems to have changed from before.

It's not clear what the difference is. I just feel like she's suddenly grown up......

At this moment, a screaming voice suddenly came from the sky.

I saw that the ink knife and dagger were piercing into Yu Qitian's chest.

This blow, Yu Qitian still couldn't dodge it in the end.

Blood dripped like flowing water, and a sense of powerlessness instantly surged through his body.

But a smile appeared on Yu Qitian's face, but the smile looked so desolate and bitter.

He looked into the distance and muttered.

"I've always hated you, but at this time I just want to see you again......"

With that, he looked at the ink knife. There is a look of determination in his eyes.

"You are strong, not only because of your strength, but also because of your heart. I don't feel wronged by losing to you. Come on, kill me!" he closed his eyes.

The ink knife did not go as he wished, grabbed Yu Qitian's wrist with one hand, flipped it, and came behind Yu Qitian with his strength, and pressed his back with his knees, pressing him under him.

Then the two men began to fall from the sky.

"The immortal is actually defeated!" looked at the falling immortal, and the people exclaimed. They can't believe it, they can't believe it's all true. Immortals will actually be defeated! This is something they never dreamed of.

A pair of figures landed, and there was a loud bang, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The ink knife stood on the back of the abandoned sky, on the body of the immortal who had never been invincible in the eyes of mortals.

At this moment, the ink knife has completely changed in the eyes of people.

It's scary, it's terrifying. In their eyes, the ink knife at this moment is no longer a person, but a legend, a legend that they still can't believe even if they see it with their own eyes.

"What do you want to do. Yu Qitian's faint voice came, and at this moment, he suddenly looked a little pitiful.

Mo Dao was silent and looked at Liao Chutian not far away.

"Thank you. Liao Chutian said with some excitement. He had finally waited for this day, a day he had never dreamed of.

He came to Yu Qitian's approach with some trembling, the sword in his hand raised high, and there was hatred in his eyes.

"Mortals, get out!" Yu Qitian finally understood what the ink knife was going to do, but he couldn't accept it, he couldn't accept that he died in the hands of mortals other than the ink knife.

His roar shook the sky, although his body was scarred and dying, but he was an immortal after all, and with just the power of his roar, Liao Chutian was shocked and took a few steps back.

But the more he roared, the deeper the hatred in Liao Chutian's eyes. By the end of the day, Liao Chutian even had blood and tears left in the corners of his eyes.

"Mortal...... Mortal ......" he muttered as the sword in his hand fell, and a human head rolled down, bringing up a bloody color.