The wind in the dark night was high and the night of murder, and eight black shadows flashed on the top of the buildings of the Divine Axe City like ghosts, coming with the wind, staining the street with blood. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The assassination did not alarm anyone, and none of the Liao clan's children stationed at the mountain gate of Shenaxe Mountain were spared and died in a strange whirlwind.

The stars and moon are dark, the night wind is desolate, the blood-stained land turns into blood ice, and the demons set off the corpses and snowy corpses in a place, bloody vendetta?

"Ah, dead people, so many dead people......"

The morning sun irradiated the earth as scheduled, and the Liao family's habitat in Divine Axe City was exclaimed, boiling, and exploded in a few breaths, and the hustle and bustle was restless.

"It's dead, Ah Yi is dead, and Xiao'er won't let it go, why? Who is it, who did it?"

"Who else could there be?" The gates of the Divine Axe City were closed, and the city walls patrolled day and night without finding anything abnormal, and only the Xiao family did this kind of bloody case, and the Xiao family's revenge began. ”

"The Xiao family should be destroyed, and he actually made such a tragic bloody case, brothers, kill the Divine Axe Mountain, recapture the Divine Axe Gang, and get out of the way if you are afraid of death, it is a man who follows me and kills!"

"Kill, afraid of a bird, being trampled under the feet of the Xiao family to steal life, life is better than death, for the prosperity of the Liao family to kill the mountain, kill!"

"Kill, kill Xiao to win glory, kill!"

"Kill ......"

The Liao clan rioted, the helmsman stopped ineffectively, and the clansmen ignored the clan rules with red eyes, like a tornado sweeping the ladder road.

The immortals fought and mortals suffered, and the places they passed were bloody, but all the people of the Xiao clan who showed their heads died one after another, whether it was Wu Fan or the old and young women and children, they were all killed.

The bloody wind and rain stretched on the ladder road, stretching upwards in an oblique straight line, and bumped into the Xiao family's disciples halfway to start a bloody fight, and the sound of weapons hitting could be heard for miles away.

The morning sun is shining, and the sky ladder road like the glow of the past disappears, replaced by a golden gilt waterfall, dazzling flowers, dozens of miles away.

Wang Huo also felt it in the Divine Axe Pond, a desperate shock stretched the Divine Axe Pond, the water in the pool trembled slightly, and the perception was abnormal, and he jumped over the Tenglong Pavilion to stop and look.

"Ah, Xiao Shi can't die well, kill ......" A Liao disciple fell to the ladder and cursed Xiao in the air until he fell into a meat patty, and his eyes were staring at him with hatred in spasms.

"I thought you would miss this good show, just in time, how do you feel?" Cheng Yan smiled back, seeing that his clothes were not wet, standing upright, and his star-like eyes were full of teasing.

"Well, it's okay, it's not satisfactory. Wang Xuan Zhanyan nodded slightly, brushed the white hair on his right sideburn behind his back, moved to the table to sit quietly, and looked sideways to observe the battle situation on the ladder road.

"Xiaobao, drink tea, how about tasting my craftsmanship just brewed Jingshan Maojian?" Xiao Qiao deftly presented the rosewood tea set, rested on the table and handed over a cup of fragrant hot tea, he has changed, he is more considerate than before, it's really good!

Wang Huo smiled sideways, took the teacup and took a shallow sip, smashed it and said, "Well, Qiao Niu can be a tea ceremony master, come, come and taste the craftsmanship of Qiao Grandmaster." ”

The women gladly accepted, this is a rare opportunity, not that Wang Yu is reluctant, because the supply exceeds the demand, he is good, and the women feel sorry for him and do not take away the beauty of a gentleman.

"You are not afraid that we will drink up your stock, and then you will have to drink the northwest wind. Cheng Yan took a sip of spiritual tea and tasted it, and Yuan Na walked to the table and sat down, staring at him happily and teasing.

"It's okay, the nameless is out of stock, and the master has cut off his way, not to mention that the master has a soft spot for his daughter Hong......" Wang Huo leaned back in the chair, cocked Erlang's legs, left hand holding the nameless sword resting on his knee to play, his right elbow resting on the table to support his right hand to turn the teacup, chatting and drinking tea while admiring.

"Dong" Xiao Qi put his cup on the table, sat on the west side, stared at him with an angry face, and said, "Drunkard?"

"Preference!"

"Smoky!"

"Charm!"

"Messy sex!"

"Treasure!"

“......”

"They are so pitiful, why should they fight desperately, but it's a pity that I am not good at learning, and I don't have any herbs to treat them, what should I do?" Chu Ling'er looked forward to it, lying on the guardrail and staring at the bloody place, revealing a sad smile.

Everyone laughed dumbly, and shook their heads helplessly, they understood this one, with a single mind, dedicated to saving people, the people's hearts, yearning for medicine, the way of sweetness and hardship, painstaking pursuit, endless, do their best, strive for others, strive for the world to follow suit, obsessed with doctors!

Wang Huo bowed to her persistence, looked at her and shook her head slightly, I don't know what it tastes, if she is a missionary, she must be terrible, she has a sense of guilt in planning and killing people in front of her, and her cranial nerves must be single.

Everyone avoided her to observe the battle, but they were attracted by her sad past revelations and narratives.

It is a beautiful and rich mountain village, with endless green hills, green streams and green waters, lotus flowers in the lakes, and beautiful pastoral scenery, like a fairyland retreat.

Martial artists travel in the mountains and rivers, cultivate spiritual flowers and plants, are at ease, and live a fairy-like life.

Mortals work between the fields and lakes, the pastoral songs echo the mountain streams, the winter is warm and the summer is cool, there is no strife, there is no vendetta, people have smiles on their faces, never broken, even the children who reprimand the little things are also foreign anger, as if they are born with a face, laughter!

That year, many aliens rushed into the mountain village, bringing all kinds of faces into the mountain village, and they were quite friendly to the clansmen, and they were tireless from wandering around all day.

It was a peaceful day, the sun was shining, and there were a few rainbows of morning mist hanging in the mountain stream, which was very beautiful, and it was also the first time I saw it for the mountain village, and it was so beautiful that it was fascinating.

At that moment, the aliens shouted: Yan Lingcao was born, Yan Lingcao was born......

The shouts were high and high, shouting wantonly in the bloody rain, the clansmen were killed one by one, the warriors struggled to help, and they were greeted by feathered arrows in the sky, and one by one they were shot into hedgehogs and died in a pool of blood.

Dead, dead, all dead, the people have been doctors for generations, but they can't save themselves, they can't save themselves......

Daddy died under the indiscriminate knife and dismemberment, his limbs flew more than ten meters away, and his head didn't know where to roll, he died so miserably, Daddy must have been in pain, very painful......

The mother died in the pulling, the aliens were jackals, they frantically bit the mother to death, and finally the body was divided, it hurts, it hurts......

Elder brother, little sister, younger brother, uncle and aunt, village people...... They all died, and they themselves died, and they died in a sword, as if their chests and abdomen had been cut.

Later, he was alive again, lying in the stream downstream, it hurt, it hurt, and he was later rescued by the master.

Why is there strife in the world, and what is the purpose of killing and killing? Isn't it good to live in harmony, be grateful to heaven and earth, and enjoy freedom?

Chu Ling'er babbled about the fragments of memory, some were vague, some were memorable, and she said very desolately, but she still had a smile on her face, a distorted smile, she was very pitiful!

The three daughters were teary-eyed, no longer annoying her, but were moved by her sincere heart, she was very unfortunate and pitiful!

Wang Huo's heart was touched, Hua Qi, Hua Qi, was he a coincidence or a deliberate attempt to save Chu Ling'er? Maybe he was the culprit?

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that there was a paradise in this world, but unfortunately the paradise didn't last long, this is human nature?

"Does the Liao clan really want to die?" Xiao Tai stepped into the air like a wave, and a roar shook the sky.