Chapter 44: Sword Cultivation in the Cage

At the end of the line of sight, a dark black light flickered, like a beast with its bloody mouth open, looking indescribably evil. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Haochen shook his head weakly, his eyebrows and eyes shrouded in endless darkness.

"It's here!" the red-clad messenger stopped.

They were now in a large space, with hundreds of iron cages stacked on top of each other, many wild beasts in captivity, and painful wails echoed in this gloomy space.

Zhao Haochen endured the huge shock and anger in his heart, his pupils trembled, witnessing the struggling sword cultivators in the cage, everyone's body burst out with the unyielding will of the sword, huddled in the corner of the cage, his gray eyes were dim, sluggish and confused, and he couldn't see the sadness of hope.

There was a rotting corpse of a sword cultivator hanging on the huge cross in front of him, and he could still see the handsomeness and chic of his life from that painful appearance.

The sky-high eyebrows are like a shocking sword, exuding warmth in sharpness, and revealing elegant chic in sharpness.

However, at this moment, disgusting flies buzzed around, and the smell of decay was disgusting.

Zhao Haochen's pupils shrunk into a slit, trembling constantly, his anger was like a rolling wave in the sea, the heavy smell of gunpowder escaped, the earth-shattering power was slowly brewing, and the huge space was quiet like a tomb, no wailing, no roar.

"The deceased is gone, let him go, bury him!" The dull voice was like the footsteps of death, low and terrifying, and it hit a drop of water in the silent pool.

"This ......" felt the hideous killing intent, the robe on the red-clothed messenger shook slightly, the face hidden in the darkness twitched, and he spoke intermittently, obviously hesitating.

The pale Zhao Haochen's eyes were filled with blood for a moment, his eyes flashed with blade-like light, and a roar like a beast's roar came out of his throat, his right arm was raised, and he grabbed the neck of the red-clothed messenger in front of him, grabbing it, and the anger flashing in his eyes was like an angry dragon ready to rush out at any time, devouring the four fields.

The red-clothed envoy's eyes widened, looking at the pair of bloodthirsty eyes, his heart collapsed, as if the breath of death was churning in it, and the blood-stained territory was raging too many ghosts, what kind of terrifying eyes were it, the demon god of the nine heavens wanted to come out of it, and the red-clothed envoy was shocked even by the courage to break free, and the suffocating horror made his consciousness gradually blur.

Death was coming towards him......

"Let him go!" the cold voice added a touch of terror to this eerie space.

The cold young man dressed in white looked particularly cold in the blood-red gloomy space, the anger surging in his pupils was rolling endlessly, and his cold eyes were like a cold knife, far away on his neck, and Wei Ling's domineering spirit was fully revealed.

Zhao Haochen didn't move.

The dead space was filled with a ferocious aura.

"I'll let you let him go?" the man in white said coldly again, the churning anger in his eyes was about to burst out of his eyes.

The fierceness that came to Zhao Haochen's face shocked his heart, and his body shivered unconsciously, in the hundreds of cages around him, his distracted eyes were mixed with pity and heavy sadness, the corpses still hanging on the cross were still exuding the smell of decay, and the anger in his chest was like a retreating tide, which suddenly subsided.

The red-clothed messenger who was held in the air turned red, sensing the fading of the killing intent, and the dead hope in his heart was rekindled, he suddenly raised his hands and clasped Zhao Haochen's hands, the killing intent on his face was self-evident, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and the cold light was shining, he didn't have time to think why, just to survive at this moment, his feet were like arrows off the string, shooting towards Zhao Haochen's chest.

Zhao Haochen's arm sank, raised his head, his eyes were the light of hatred, the flame of anger, and more of the darkness of fear, how could the bloody hell be his territory, the fear in his heart was like a huge spider, spitting out the spider silk of fear, slowly spreading all over his body, he retreated!

"Kill him!" the voice of the man in white was neither happy nor angry, like a pool of undisturbed river, flowing slowly, but it was surprisingly cold and biting.

Zhao Haochen couldn't believe his eyes, this attack was really terrifying, the legs and feet like arrows, the target was his chest, as if he had a premonition of his fate, and the next moment he was dying.

In the dim eyes of those sword cultivators in the cage, the hot tears flowed like a river of sadness on his face.

Sword cultivation is one less!

The Sword Emperor Pavilion was shattered, the Sword Emperor was suppressed, the sword did not know whether he was dead, and the sword cultivation became a taboo in this river and lake, becoming a rat crossing the street, everyone shouted and beaten, the era of respecting the sword was gone, they became slaves of the times, and their status was even inferior to the *** in the Qinglou to face life and death at any time, because, the Holy King did not allow the sword cultivation to stay in the world!

"Don't!" The beastly roar in the iron cage rose one after another, hot blood mixed with muddy tears hit the cold cage, a look of despair filled the face of every sword cultivator, and that vicissitudes of life were sprinkled with sorrow.

However, at the moment when the soles of his feet were about to fall on Zhao Haochen's chest, an awe-inspiring momentum was like a sharp sword, opening the heavens and the earth, and there was a little more domineering and rebellious than the previous momentum, and the cold breath was also better, like a king in the way of the sword, the sword of the extreme way, punishing the rebellion of heaven and earth, controlling the yin and yang of heaven and earth, the heart of the red-clothed messenger was tight, but the soles of his feet were close to him, and he couldn't take it back, gritting his teeth, he increased a trace of strength, like a sledgehammer, and beckoned to his chest fiercely.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Jianzi's mouth, and the cold eyes made the red-clothed messenger lose his mind instantly, like the coldness of death, hellish coldness, under the attention of the red-clothed messenger, the ghostly figure quickly flashed back, and his right foot was also raised one after another, kicking fiercely towards the root of the red-clothed leg.

"Shocking sword, sword king, this ......" The dim eyes in the iron cage suddenly burst out of the Dao essence light, this is the breath of the emperor, the sword emperor's earth-shattering sword, this person must be the master of the Sword Emperor Pavilion, or has a great relationship with the Sword Emperor Pavilion.

The sound of bones bursting was crisp and pleasant, like popping beans, very good, the miserable howl was hoarse, the gurgling blood was like a gurgling stream, flowing down from the base of the red clothes's legs, and the broken limbs in the distance still exuded warmth, and a heavy bloody breath came to the face.