Fang Pingzhi looked at the green jade ring in his hand in a daze, and muttered: "Damn, it's really hateful, let's not go, you went by yourself!

While he was thinking about it, several more disciples rushed out behind him.

"Protect the Sect!"

"Hold those people down!"

"Go!"

"On weekdays, he relied on the master to protect us, and now it's time for us to protect him!"

"Since I was a child, everyone has regarded me as a little deflated three, as a gangster with no future, and he is also taught by Xia Zhang, and he can afford to be an old man. I didn't say it, this life, sell it to him, don't lose it!"

"Protect the Xia Palm Sect!"

Five, ten, twenty, fifty... More and more disciples of the Lang Sword Sect stepped forward with their swords, they had never felt so refreshed, and their blood seemed to be boiling and burning.

Although their side is absolutely weak, at this moment, the kind of heroism stirring in their chests makes them feel that this life is worth it!

Fang Pingzhi laughed, put the green jade ring on his hand casually, pulled out the sword in the sheath, and followed the footsteps of everyone in front of him and rushed over.

Obviously they were going to die, but they seemed very happy.

Ouyang Yihe glanced at Zhang Susu, who was bandaging his wounds, and said in amazement: "Are they all crazy? A sect in a small border city dares to attack the elites recruited by the Liangzhou Dao Supervision Envoy, as well as the masters of the rivers and lakes who came from the surrounding sects..."

"It's really a mantis arm blocking the car, and I can't do it myself!"

Zhang Susu also looked blankly at the disciples he was once familiar with, those who were better at flattering, patting, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling than martial arts.

They all became so strangers, so death-seeking.

The wine she had just drunk in her stomach was still burning, and at this time, she had a thought that she wanted to rush over with them, "No, they're not crazy, it's... What the hearts of the people want. ”

Zhang Hanyu's face turned red, and the wedding was made like this.

In the previous scene, the people who were still greeting themselves and mingling seemed to have no regard for their feelings at this time.

One by one, they all treat themselves as air.

His face was a little distorted, and his hands were squeezing the hand of the bride who had gone to complete the wedding ceremony by himself.

But he actually held it empty...

The bride had disappeared at some point, and the bright red wedding dress had lost its support and scattered to the ground.

"This is—" Zhang Hanyu was obviously overwhelmed by the strange situation.

Even the anger was temporarily extinguished.

He crouched down, his palms moving around on the wedding dress, but there was nothing but the silkiness of silk.

"How is that possible... Lucho, Lucho!" he called the woman's name.

But no one answered him, and by this time almost all the diners who had attended the banquet had gathered on the edge of the cliff, and he seemed to be placed in a corner.

Obviously no one paid attention to him, but this silence, and the noise in the distance, seemed like mockery.

"This is my wedding, and I'm the main character... Obviously, I am the heir of the Langjian Sect... Why do you all treat me as nothing?"

Zhang Hanyu's eyes flashed with endless hatred, he hated everyone.

Hate that hateful brother, why should he take away his own position! Hate his sister, obviously bring back a helper, but can't help himself! Hate those martial arts masters and supervisors on the edge of the cliff, obviously talking and laughing with him before, but ruining his wedding in a blink of an eye.

In their eyes, they are not even ass.

He suddenly realized that this world is respected by strength after all!

Hiss...

The corners of the red wedding dress suddenly moved.

The mountain is very windy, which is normal.

But the corners of the clothes slowly stood upright like walking feet, and jumped happily along his fingers that supported the ground in Zhang Hanyu's stunned eyes, and when they reached the wrist, they stopped abruptly.

There was an eerie silence in the air.

Zhang Hanyu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if he was about to burst out of his throat, and his eyes looked at the corner of the wedding dress that was still on his arm with a little horror, and the festive red became extremely bewitching at some point.

Thorny...

The wedding dress suddenly moved, and a snake like a hunting snake quickly swam all over his body, and then wrapped him in a big red wedding dress.

Krakala...

The sound of bones shattering came from the wedding dress.

Zhang Hanyu's pupils gradually turned red, but his face turned pale.

In the sky in the distance, a white silk hanging on the entrance archway was blown by the wind, wrapped around his neck, and then tightened until the entire neck was shrunk to the thickness of a wrist, and Zhang Hanyu's eyes suddenly burst out.

The red and white match makes it look weird and terrifying.

White Shadow Villa has never been a place to play, but a ghost village!

The reason why nothing happened before is because of the influence of the ghosts and monsters on people's minds, which makes them forget about the strangeness, because the people who come and go have not had extremely strong negative emotions, third, there has never been a wedding, and fourth, there has never been blood in the wedding.

At this time, several things were ready, and the ghosts, which might have been just sleeping or unformed, suddenly came back to life.

When walking under the white gauze archway, the bride had already been possessed, and then she had been accompanying Zhang Hanyu through the entire marriage ceremony... Not human at all.

On the other side, Yan Xiaoxiao still maintained the majesty of the original "Golden Tyrant", and as soon as she gave the order, she wanted arrows and secret weapons, and Yu Guang noticed the Lang Sword Sect rushing in the distance, she just sneered and ordered: "Kill them all!"

Suddenly, some of the masters smiled fiercely and headed towards the Lang Jian faction.

She stared coldly at the young man who was getting closer and closer, and although he was slowly ascending, he was already about to enter the range where he could attack.

Suddenly, there was a hint of strangeness in her expression.

Whew...

Whew...

A strange force pulled her back from the cliff, and she turned her head sharply, only to see that the impact speed of the Lang Sword Sect over there had also slowed down, as if she was running against the wind.

And the masters sent by his side rose into the air one by one...

"When did they do so well?"

Yan Xiaoxiao's thoughts had just surged, and the suction force became even more crazy, as if there was an invisible shackle wrapping around everyone, pulling back hard.

It is like the impermanence that seduces the soul, pulling the creatures of the world into the abyss of the unknown.

And the direction is...

White Shadow Villa!!

It's not that Xia Wuwu is alone by this gravitational pull, but every living person around the White Shadow Villa!

Anyone who wants to escape is slowly being pulled back.

The guards on the cliff, who were ready to take action against the young man, were immediately emptied of the masters.