Although the man in the pavilion is also dressed in red, but compared to Guan Xiaokui, his temperament is completely different, if Guan Xiaokui's red is a flame, then his red is the blood that is flowing, dying hell and heaven.

Yang Xiao couldn't help but shudder, the murderous aura emanating from that person's body was too strong, and the murderous aura was mixed with the breath of death, even if it was four or five feet away, the cold breath made people sweat in their vests.

Even the butcher who kills people on the execution ground and the general who tears the enemy chieftain on the battlefield does not have this kind of murderous aura, and he doesn't even look like a person who belongs to the world.

He is a demon who has returned from hell in blood, and only after killing hundreds of people can he have such a murderous aura on his body, that person just stands in front of him like this, Yang Xiao has a feeling of ups and downs in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, and he can't give birth to half of the resistance.

"Zixiao's son Yang Xiao?!"

The man spoke, cold and a little hoarse, but it made people's souls tremble involuntarily, and every word came out of his mouth, and the heart of the obedient person seemed to be pinched by a pair of big hands.

As if asking, and like an affirmative tone, Yang Xiao was stunned for a long time and couldn't speak.

"You...... You're a Bloody Slaughterer!"

Arrogant and detached like Yang Xiao, these words were almost said tremblingly, and the origin of the names of the four princes was not without reason.

Blood slaughter son, sword pointing to Zen heart to the vastness, blood stained Bodhi ghosts and gods!

The Southern Immortal Xue Han Prince is transcendent and peerless, the Northern Emperor Yifan is noble and graceful, hidden in the mortal world, and the Western Emperor Xuanyuan is as silent as a mountain and moves like Xuanyuan.

And this Eastern Crazy Blood Slaughter Son, the word "crazy" is enough to show his temperament, and the word "Blood Slaughter" is enough to prove his style, and the ghosts and gods will die when the sword is unsheathed.

The world couldn't see how he crawled through the mountain of corpses and blood, nor did they know how thick the twilight haze was on his body, only that the corpse and blood were the only traces he passed.

"You're from Xia Xuehan's side!"

It was another sentence that was enough to make people's blood coagulate, but this time Yang Xiao calmed down a lot, regained a little bit of the arrogance that Zixiao should have, and asked, "What do you want?"

The Blood Slaughter Boy's head tilted slightly towards Guan Xiaokui, and said to Yang Xiao: "This person has something to do with me, you can't touch him." And ......" The Blood Slaughterer said this, and suddenly stopped.

"And what?" Yang Xiao asked.

I only heard the Blood Slaughter Master holding his sword and sneering: "And since you are from Xia Xuehan's side, then there is no need for you to leave here!"

"Oh?" the corners of Yang Xiao's mouth raised slightly, and he said, "Does the Blood Slaughter Master want to stay?"

"I should say that you want to stay here forever. The Blood Slaughter Boy was still unhurried and calm, as if what was behind him was not one of the five little boys, but a rural villager who didn't know martial arts.

"You're very confident, but I'm going to go!" Yang Xiao was a little angry, no peer dared to talk to him like this for so many years, and this bloody slaughterer of unknown origin dared to despise him so much.

The river breeze blew, raising the corners of his blood-red robe, and he could vaguely smell a smell of blood coming with the wind, and Yang Xiao knew that he was going to make a move.

"I don't know where you got the confidence to say this to me, but this tone is very annoying!"

He turned around slowly, Rao is Yang Xiao was also stunned, the person in front of him was ordinary, if there was no murderous aura that made the soul tremble, he would definitely not attract attention if he was thrown in the crowd.

The long black hair, the dull eyes, and the bloodless face all together outline a picture of death. Although the sword he was holding in his arms was through the scabbard, there was a cold aura that seeped out through the scabbard, like a giant dragon hidden in the abyss, and it only took a thunderbolt to break through the air.

What's even more striking is the left hand of the Blood Slaughter Boy holding the sword, the thumb is actually broken from the root, and the fracture is uneven, I don't think it was cut off by a sharp weapon.

Guan Xiaokui was also stunned when he saw the person in front of him, he had always been talkative, and he obediently gave a salute to the Blood Slaughter Prince, stood aside, and didn't dare to say a word.

Yang Xiao raised his breath and gathered his palms, not daring to be careless, although the five little sons are also proud of the world, but compared to the four princes, after all, they are a step worse.

The Blood Slaughter Master squirmed his pale lips and said coldly: "If you leave an arm, you can go back to Xia Xuehan for help!"

Yang Xiao was not angry because of this sentence, but was unprecedentedly calm, when he met this madman, he had no choice, let alone any reason to talk about, only to bite the bullet.

The Blood Slaughter Young Man not far away already knew his decision, and he rushed towards Yang Xiao like a blood-colored lightning. Yang Xiao has never seen such a fast sword in the ten years of rivers and lakes, even if it is Xia Xuehan's floating sleeve sword.

Yang Xiao instinctively raised the bamboo flute in his hand to meet it, pulled open sixteen sword flowers, and the flowers bloomed, although he was facing the blood slaughter boy, he was actually thinking about retreating.

The red light flickered, and I saw the Blood Slaughter Gongzi raise his hand slightly, the sword was not unsheathed, the sword that was full of dead breath, and stabbed towards Yang Xiao with the scabbard. only stabbed sixteen times, but each one was stabbed in the center of the sword flower pulled out by Yang Xiao, so fast, so accurate, even the swordsmanship master who has been famous in the rivers and lakes for decades has to sigh to himself.

"Bang!"

At the same time as the voice sounded, Yang Xiao was shocked and took a few steps back, at this moment, Yang Xiao's face turned red, not because of multiple injuries, but because of anger and surprise.

After this battle, there will always be a hurdle in his heart, no matter what he has been, no matter what he will do in the future, there will always be a knot in his proud heart that cannot be untied.

Because the Blood Slaughter Gongzi not only did not unsheath the sword, but also did not hit him just now, he did not regard Yang Xiao as an opponent from beginning to end, and with a casual blow, it seemed to be pushing away a veil in front of him.

"You ......" Yang Xiao only felt a breath in his chest, which made him dizzy, and suddenly his throat was sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body shook violently.

It's not that he was injured, but that the belief in the heroes of the world in his heart was destroyed, and he was easily destroyed by a person who he thought was comparable.

The Blood Slaughter Boy didn't have a half-hearted look on his face, and walked towards Yang Xiao unhurriedly, step by step, like the hammer of the thunder god hitting Yang Xiao's heart. His steps were so light that he could barely hear the sound, but in front of Yang Xiao, it was like a landslide and tsunami.

"The four sons and the five little sons are not idlers in the rivers and lakes. After all, there is still a difference, but there is no need for a waste like the fifth little boy to appear at all!"

When the blood butcher said this, his brows did not furrow, and his eyes were like the look of a butcher to those animals when he slaughtered chickens and dogs.

Dismissive, indifferent, disdainful......

"Boom!"

With a soft sound, the purple bamboo flute in Yang Xiao's hand was crushed by him, and the broken bamboo skewers pierced into his palm, and gurgling blood flowed out along his fingers, but Yang Xiao seemed to be numb, his face was blank, and there was no pain.

"Honestly, you don't deserve me to draw my sword right now!" said the Blood Slaughter Boy lightly.

In fact, it's not that Yang Xiao is much weaker than the Blood Slaughter Prince, it's just that Yang Xiao didn't expect the Blood Slaughter Boy to break his sword style at will, which made him mess up the Dao Heart that is competing for the world.

Every genius is rebellious, they allow defeat, but they can't tolerate their opponents beating them with a gesture of disdain.

A red internal force lingered in the palm of the Blood Slaughter Prince's hand, accompanied by a monstrous killing aura, affecting the wind of ten thousand gullies and swallowing the nine dead qi. The palm of the Blood Slaughter Boy's severed finger did not have any fancy posture, and he came towards Yang Xiao with one palm.

Not to mention that Yang Xiao doesn't dodge or dodge now, even if he raises his palm to greet him, it's too late.

The whistling palm wind blew Yang Xiao's long hair, and his eyes were still indifferent, not fearful, and he didn't know how to dodge.

The Blood Slaughter Prince's palm seemed to be surrounded by thousands of heavenly knives, and before the palm arrived, the chilling breath cut Yang Xiao's skin, and a trace of blood appeared on his handsome and dashing face, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

The palm of the Blood Slaughter Gongzi had the power to open the monument and break the stone, and with just one breath, it was imprinted in front of Yang Xiao, Yang Xiao's eyes were hollow, and he had long lost the idea of dodging.

"Bang!"

A heavy bang came, and the scene where Yang Xiao should have been knocked away did not appear, and the Blood Slaughterer only saw that at that critical moment, a gray fluttering shadow flashed over, like a fluttering eagle vulture, took Yang Xiao away, and slapped him at the end.

The Blood Slaughter Gongzi felt half of his arm tingle, and the whole person couldn't help but take a few steps back, his brows tightened, and a pair of indifferent eyes also had some brilliance.

It was the first one who could snatch lives under him in two years.

"Do you know where Xuanxuan is?" asked an old man dressed in gray as he clasped Yang Xiao's shoulders and shouted, his gray hair scattered over his head, almost covering his face.

The thin hands cracked and pierced into Yang Xiao's shoulder blades like iron claws, and scarlet blood stained the old madman's hands.

Yang Xiao still stood stupidly and stupidly, without saying a word, and did not respond to the old madman's questioning.

"Answer me, do you know where Xuanxuan is, where is it......" The old madman let go of Yang Xiao, took a few steps back tremblingly, and his voice trembled a little, "I've searched all over the world but can't find any trace of you, if you're still there, it's good to say to me!"

The old madman grabbed his hair and raised his head to the sky and roared, the violent sound waves shook people's eardrums, and the blood slaughterer boy tried to walk a few steps, raised his sword in his hand, looked at the old madman carefully, and asked, "Who are you, dare to snatch people from me?"

The old madman raised his head violently, and his lightning-like eyes shot at the Blood Slaughter Boy, and only one dodged to the three feet in front of the Blood Slaughter Prince, "Who am I, you tell me who I am, tell me where Xuanxuan is?"

The Blood Slaughter Master was shocked, how could there be such a fast speed in the world, he crossed a few feet away in the blink of an eye, he just wanted to speak, the old madman waved his hand and shouted: "You don't know, he doesn't know, you don't know where Xuanxuan is......"

"I don't care who you are, no one can snatch people in my hands, not even the king of Hades!"

At the same time as the words of the Blood Slaughterer Gongzi sounded, the sword that had never been unsheathed was finally withdrawn by him, and in an instant, the cold light was shining, and the roar of a giant dragon came from the abyss, deep and far.

The power of a sword is so far!

"Soul Burial Three Realms!"

The Blood Slaughter Master scolded, and the sword in his hand and the endless sword qi slashed down. This is not just talking, around the body of the Blood Slaughterer, you can vaguely see a river of blood flowing, a piece of corpses falling, and the ghosts and gods of the Three Realms crying.

This is not real, but the ferocity mixed with that formula disturbs people's minds, and makes people see and hear terrible things that have never appeared.

A blood-colored light shot at the old madman, as fast as thunder, murderous.

The Blood Slaughterer's heart was suddenly knocked by the giant hammer, and he was suddenly shocked, because the old madman who was two or three feet away from him in front of him suddenly disappeared, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

So fast, so fast that he couldn't even see it!

A sword pierced the air, and he felt a chill behind his back, and before he could turn around, he felt a pair of thin hands clasp on the third section of his spine.

It was one of the most vulnerable parts of a person, and he couldn't figure out how such an old madman could know how to move so quickly, and how he could have such a steady and ruthless move.

But the Blood Slaughter Son became one of the four princes in only two years, and it was not in vain, he was divided into muscles and bones, and his back bones were misplaced. The old madman slipped his hand and let the blood slaughterer escape with a dodge, after all, the old madman was delirious and didn't know how to take advantage of the situation to pursue, so he was stunned there.

The Blood Slaughter Boy jumped five or six feet away from the old madman, no matter how fast the old madman was, he couldn't reach him for a while. He thought to himself that if the old madman was conscious, his martial arts would inevitably be higher than him, and if he didn't leave quickly while he was in a daze, it would be unknown who would die in a while.

Coldly glanced at Yang Xiao, who was stunned, the red clothes shook and ran into the distance, Guan Xiaokui also followed him away, and the two red rays of light were one after the other, and they disappeared for a moment.

When Yang Xiao saw the Blood Slaughter Boy leaving, he also turned around and walked into the Luhuadang, regardless of the sharp reed leaves cutting his skin.

Now only the old madman is left standing alone by the river, the river wind blows his gray hair, so that he reveals his face hidden under the white hair all the year round, rich as jade, handsome and exquisite, but it is as white as paper, carved out of many traces of time by time.

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