Chapter 53 Grace will take revenge

The thick bloody breath rushed through his sense of smell, his misty eyes opened a gap, and Zhao Haochen, who didn't know how long he had been asleep, looked at the dim dark red, and an unspeakable anger in his heart was like a gushing volcano stirring in his heart. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He opened his eyes slowly, his bloody scarlet eyes were like a bloodthirsty beast, scanning the surroundings, the narrow passages were densely scattered all around, and the narrow space soaked in blood was dark red, revealing an eerie horror, the cold cell door exuded a cold atmosphere, and the sultry wail lingered in his ears.

His anger filled his chest, his body trembled, and he slowly stood up, his eyebrows and eyes were also shrouded in deep darkness, like a sharp sword, his angry pupils constricted into a slit, and he kept trembling, and his sharp gaze was like a rotating blade cutting through the air mercilessly. His face was pale and weak, but he looked as majestic as an emperor, silent, silently staring at the red-clothed messenger outside.

"Get Zhuge Lingtian for me!" His voice was low but powerful, like sharp sword rays roaring through the bodies of the red-clothed messengers, like vines grasping their hearts, controlling their minds, this is courage.

The red-clothed messengers were all stunned, but they still stood in place, no longer reacting, ignoring his words.

"Good, good, good!" Zhao Haochen gritted his teeth and said three times in a row, the whistling sword in his eyes was no longer willing to be lonely, coiled, the soul of the sword was hidden in Zhao Haochen's head, and a touch of relief appeared on his forever cold face, but it was also mixed with a touch of anger.

"Snort--" The long sword slashed through the scabbard, out of the sheath, and the tyrannical killing intent was even more fierce in this bloody world, clang, the iron door opened, and the two big heads rose to the sky, and the hot blood slowly dripped to the ground along the knife marks.

In the secluded blood-colored hell, every figure is like a ghost, and Zhao Haochen is like a killing god, a battle between gods and ghosts.

Blood was scattered on the cliff face, soaking the ground beneath his feet, the scarlet blood and rolling corpses made this place look more like a blood-colored hell, and the silence was chilling.

In a short time, the sound of fast-running footsteps was remembered in the dead silence of hell, and it came from all directions, and the sound of footsteps in front, behind, left, right, and even above and below, and the sound of cold blades cutting through the walls.

Zhao Haochen was still one person and one sword, and walked into a passage.

He's not just wandering aimlessly.

The passage is the narrowest, one man is the pass, ten thousand people are not open, it is too difficult to catch him here, there is only one stupid way, that is to consume him, he believes that Ling Tian will not do such a stupid thing.

What's more, he clearly remembered that this place led to the cold prison where Jian Xiu was imprisoned, it was an empty place, as if there was only one exit, and if he stayed there, he could rescue those sword cultivators with the sharpest attacks, even if it lived up to its heyday, it should not be difficult to resist a passage.

He thought like this, and he did it like this.

The red-clad messengers, soaked in scarlet blood, swarmed into the passageway. Under their feet was a surge of blood that had not yet had time to condense, dark red slurry splashing on their robes, and their still twitching bodies were under their feet, cut off their breath. The warm tendons were still beating, and the violently nauseating smell was surging through the passage.

Zhao Haochen's hair was scattered, like a god and demon of the nine heavens, his two scarlet eyes burst out with raging light, and the hideous terror was revealed from his face, he was like this, one person and one sword, behind him was a rolling sea of blood, and under his feet was a corpse with a hot gas.

The blood-red blood had buried him in the sea of blood, and he was indomitable, and the obsession in his heart became stronger and stronger, saving the fallen sword cultivator and destroying this ungrateful family.

Kill!

Standing at the mouth of the passage that exuded humid heat, in front of him were huge cages, the arrogant sword cultivator was like a hideous beast at the moment, wailing and roaring in the cold cage, he stood at the mouth of the passage like a god of war, and a corpse in red clothes fell in a pool of blood.

The cold sword raged endlessly, one step forward, the cold iron weapon struck, the firm iron lock fell off in response, fell to the ground, made a clear sound, in this silent huge space, only the sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of the cold iron weapon, the red-clothed messengers who swarmed in were like a cheetah that had been hungry for a long time, the pair of dark eyes under the red hood scattered with fierce light, and the neat blade in the hand flashed with a cold and cold light, under the cover of blood, there was a trace of vast poignancy.

The chaotic snow flew wantonly, covering the sky and the earth, and the sudden bleakness shrouded the world, and the lonely desolation filled this bloody and bloody rivers and lakes.

In the gorgeous pavilion and beautiful building, Zhuge Wan'er opened her gorgeous eyes leisurely, and the faint paleness in her pupils was also replaced by brightness, Ling Tian waited beside Zhuge Wan'er, carefully taking care of it, and the domineering determination had already disappeared.

"What about others?" Lying on the bed peacefully enjoying the sunlight bursting in from the window, at any time in winter, there was an indescribable warmth, but there was a trace of worry hidden between the beautiful eyebrows, and the smile as bright as a flower was condensed into a fine light, shooting towards Ling Tian.

"Sister, don't worry, I've already arranged for him to rest!" Ling Tian's thick eyebrows that flew obliquely into his sideburns, jet black and shiny fandom, and his bright and sunny smile were full of sincerity.

Outside the window, the only remaining ray of sunlight was completely lost under the clutches of darkness at this moment. The cold wind tore at the dark clouds. Dark clouds are surging and churning, like a roaring sea overhead, trying to disturb this turbulent rivers and lakes. The dull sound of thunder resounded through the sky, and the blinding lightning pierced the sky.

In the bloody hell, the sword cultivators who got out of trouble were stimulated by the blood, and the grief and anger that had been suppressed in their hearts for months were like wild lions soaring into the sky, roaring angrily, the blades were cut on their bodies, and the blood and flesh of the meridians were blurred down, and unyielding figures continued to fall. Every fallen body was a blur of flesh and blood, with severed limbs and blood.

Zhao Haochen held the long sword, a trace of pathetic anger appeared on his handsome face, his pupils were gloomy and painful, and the hideous anger at the corners of his mouth was terrifying.

At this moment, the two groups of people were clearly distinguished, and the red-clothed messenger completely cut off their vitality.

They have only one way, die!