Chapter Fifty-Six: Bloodstained Thousands of Miles

The dawn of dawn rises from the horizon, and the dazzling neon snails like the ornate sleeves of the gods wind across the wasteland. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The snow-filled wasteland, which shimmers like the sea, reflects the ruddy of dawn, and the horizon is enveloped in this beautiful scenery.

On the snow-sealed wasteland for thousands of miles, there was a faint smell of blood, and if there was nothing, the slightest wisps hit Zhao Haochen's keen nostrils.

A pair of eyes on his handsome face were like eagle falcons, staring at the town that was slowly recovering.

The endless flow of people, the endless footsteps, Zhao Haochen seemed to be searching for something, in the vast world, in the snow, his expression was solemn and worried. In the cold wind, his face faded from the youthfulness of his youth, and there were more vicissitudes that he should not have at his age.

His gaze was fixed on the small inn full of memories for a moment, and the worries raging in his eyes were like a surging river, ups and downs, sniffing the slightest hint of blood, his eyes seemed to be a sword towering, and a dull storm spread out in all directions.

He faintly felt the impending storm, the crowd wandering at the door of the inn was unusually large, his indifferent expression was hidden under a strong worry, a shallow layer of tears floated under his eyes, the sweet voice became a little choked unconsciously, but his handsome face still forced a calm expression.

His step seems to have crossed the heavens and the earth, as if he has stepped through the sea, this step is the distance between heaven and earth, a heavy step, as if to crush the mountains and rivers, the hidden worry in the bottom of his heart seems to be drowning this thousands of miles of wasteland, the rich sadness is stained with every falling snow, and the wasteland is also a little more worried.

Brushing away the surging crowd, he stood at the door in a daze, looking at the familiar faces in the inn lying on the ground coldly, the thick blood stirred in his mind, the anger hidden in the sharp eyes interpreted the blood-colored ocean, and the huge bloody aura was cleansed.

Alone in this small inn, like an abandoned baby, lonely and confused, the roar of a beast in his throat broke through the sky, the great sadness was like a vast river, flooding the whole town, and the tears hidden in his eyes were also like a waterfall that had been accumulated for a long time, rushing out.

His indifferent countenance was completely replaced by pain and anger, his mind was cleansed with a erupting volcano, his bloodthirsty eyes were full of familiar scenes, and now his vision was a sea of scarlet.

The thick poisonous gas in the sea of red blood was still pervasive, and under his gaze, the familiar figure turned into a wisp of smoke and completely disappeared into the air.

The diffuse poisonous mist seemed to be conscious, condensed in mid-air like a smiling face, smiling slightly, and through the sky, he seemed to hear the disdainful mockery and triumphant laughter.

In the inn, all that remained was the thick blood and the big blood words on the ground.

"It's not a pity to stay with the sword, it's not a pity to die!"

The large characters that exude heavy blood reveal the cause of their deaths.

Just because of his identity, Jianzi.

Only then did he feel the great calamity that this identity had brought him, affecting the entire inn.

At this moment, there was only one word in his eyes, kill!

Before the rising sun could scatter the light in all directions, it was covered by the sudden heavy snow, and the rumbling wind and snow carried the power of heaven and earth, mercilessly pressing towards this beautiful town.

Fist-sized snow balls rushed wantonly, the big trees swayed, and the tyrannical air currents surged towards the small inn, but in the face of the raging killing intent, they disappeared without a trace.

On the outskirts of the inn, in the tyrannical wind and snow, stood a row of people shrouded in black robes, and the people in the town had long since disappeared without a trace.

Beneath the pitch-black cloak were terrifying faces, huge centipedes, blood-red lizards, and pythons that swallowed red letters...... Crawling freely over their bodies, their cruel-looking faces filled deep ravines in which blood-red plasma worms wriggled.

Ignoring the ravages of the wind and snow, the blade in his hand flashed with a cold chill.

Zhao Haochen turned around suddenly, the clear eyes on his pale face were already surging with bloodthirsty tyranny, the white storm swirled around him, a bloody arrow in his throat hit the ground, and a deep snow pit appeared on the white snow.

He seems to be a sword, the only sword in heaven and earth, and the meaning of his sword's existence in the world is to kill people.

The long sword on his waist was not deliberately hidden, the pale face looked weak, but it was agile, and the sharp blade stabbed fiercely into the chest of a man in black, and the long sword was drawn out with a blood-red blood, mercilessly slashing towards the shoulder of the man in black.

The remaining dozen blades also roared out, slashing towards each of his joints in unison, however, his sword never stopped, the sword with cold light swayed, one arm flew up, and a miserable howl echoed across the thousands of miles of wasteland.

The sword light struck, and Zhao Haochen quickly turned around, narrowly dodging it, however, at this moment, a sudden cold light was less than three inches away from his head. His eyebrows were on the tip of the knife, and the blow was certain to kill.

His mind has been lost in the rage of rage, his eyes are only killing, he is indomitable, and the long sword in his hand is also ruthlessly attacked and killed, fighting for his life!

Jianzi was chilling in his mind, this was even sharper than him, his momentum was arrogant and cold, with the unique domineering spirit of the Sword Emperor, instantly competing for the control of this body, this sudden blow in the depths of his heart made Zhao Haochen unstable in his blood and blood, and he lost his mind in an instant, and the cold cold mang could be said to be killed at this moment, at this moment, Jianzi controlled this broken body to move an inch to the left.

An inch decided his life and death.

The bloodthirsty eyes suddenly widened, the soul of the sword was disordered for a while, Zhao Haochen had been controlled by the light of anger and hatred, the killing in his eyes was everything, and the indomitable long sword passed through the chest of the man in black.

A bloody and terrifying blood mark on his right cheek was hideous and eye-catching, and the cold killing intent was still raging, sliding down to the snow, and there was a deep knife mark on his arm that was eye-catching.

His body staggered, his chaotic consciousness blinded him, and the cold sword struck at him again.

Above the snow, a terrible scarlet soaks the land.