Chapter 113: The Line Between Life and Death

Zhuge Wan'er turned over and dismounted, walked in front of Zhao Haochen, gently supported his body, and carefully stuffed two pills into his mouth, for fear of hurting him, two lines of clear tears flowed out of the corners of her eyes, and the deep affection lingered. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Next to her was a man, dressed in white Sheng Xue, but with a short knife on his waist, his eyes were staring sharply at Zhao Haochen, and his thin body gave people a feeling of optimism.

That's right, this is Zhuge Lingtian.

"You suffer!" Zhuge Wan'er's face was full of affection, looking at the dying man in front of her, for a while, she felt as if someone had dug a big hole in her heart, and the sharp blade was swept by the wind, rolling back and forth in it.

"It's ugly to cry again!" raised his arm with difficulty, trying to wipe away the tears on Wan'er's cheeks, but it fell heavily in mid-air, followed by a huge pain, and Wan'er's heart ached even more.

"Don't talk, I'll take you away!" Zhuge Wan'er smiled at Zhao Haochen and entrusted his body to the care of two subordinates.

Turning around, Zhuge Wan'er's eyes were a little more hideous, a little less gentle, and there was a huge fierce aura on her body, and everyone only felt that this was not a woman, but a killing god.

The monstrous flesh is not something that ordinary people can evolve.

As everyone knows, Zhuge Wan'er's troops can only be soaked in the blood pool all day long to continue their lives, and this sky-high evil qi naturally soaked into his body.

Qingxiu's eyes looked in the direction of Zhuge Yanyun, and his face was full of anger.

Zhuge Yanyun also looked at her and Ling Tian's direction at the same time, a wry smile on his face, he knew what it meant since these two appeared.

"Second uncle, it's really rare for us to meet again!" Zhuge Wan'er walked over, facing Zhuge Yanyun, her eyes were cold, and her bones were cold.

"It's rare!" Zhuge Yanyun also responded.

"Can you give me a reason?"

"You know!"

A look of loss appeared in Zhuge Wan'er's eyes, flashed, and was covered by anger.

"Nephew, come and learn the second uncle's martial arts, and I hope the second uncle will give you advice!" Ling Tian stepped forward, but the killing intent on his body was self-evident.

This is not a fight, this is a battle of life and death, or rather, a one-sided killing.

Zhuge Lingtian had already entered the Desolate Yuan Realm, and Zhuge Yanyun had not yet touched this threshold.

One step at a time.

"Good!"

Zhuge Yanyun readily agreed, the world is so big, there is always a place for him, but as a generation of wise men, he has his pride and is unwilling to send people under the fence.

"Slow!" Mo Yuxuan walked out, glanced at Zhuge Yanyun, smiled maliciously, and said, "Brother Zhuge is not up to you to wait for the final say, not to mention, your little life is still in our hands." ”

"Hand over Zhao Haochen first, otherwise I'm afraid you'll all have to stay here!" The gloomy voice of Yelin, shrouded in black robes, made the air inexplicably more gloomy and cold, and the surroundings suddenly became gloomy and compassionate.

"What if I say no?" Zhuge Wan'er regained her fierce appearance again, her hair flying in the wind.

The short knife on Zhuge Liangtian's waist suddenly came out of its sheath, and Sen Han's sword burst out with a bloodthirsty color, and the cold blade shone on Ye Lin's cheek in the light, allowing him to dodge two steps.

"Then you can only die!"

Mo Yuxuan shot out with full anger, and the melodious sound of the flute filled the ears of everyone in Zhuge City, like a demonic sound, killing coldly, scars appeared on their bodies out of thin air, and blood dripped to the ground.

As soon as the flute turned, it was high-pitched and loud, and a sound wave suddenly appeared, attacking and killing in the direction of Zhuge Wan'er, and a big net of sound felling was intertwined in front of Ling Tian, blocking him to death, and it was difficult to advance at all.

"Sister!"

Ling Tian's heart-rending voice pierced through the heavens and the earth, and as soon as his heart was relieved, a sound wave passed through his shoulder, and blood flowed like a pillar.

The people who belonged to Ziyulou rushed up, surrounded the people of the Zhuge family in the center, and began to kill.

In the face of Ziyulou, when everyone from the Zhuge family rushed over, they were already scarred, and in addition, they were even more physically exhausted at the moment, so it evolved into a unilateral killing of Ziyulou.

Ling Tian's eyes were about to split, looking at the people of the Zhuge family who fell one after another, he roared, ignoring the scars all over his body, he insisted on stabbing his left shoulder, and only then did he kill a few people in the Ziyu Mansion who obstructed him, but the sound of killing in front of his sister had already hit him, and he couldn't save it at all, and his heart was like a knife.

The killing sound widened, magnified in his pupils.

At this moment, his hatred for Ziyulou had accumulated to the extreme, and his signal was always only one thought.

Kill, kill, kill!

However, at this moment, a familiar figure flashed in front of Zhuge Wan'er, and he didn't make any extra movements, just stood in front of her with his body.

The crisp sound of "snort" echoed in everyone's ears, and in Mo Yuxuan's unbelievable eyes, Zhuge Yanyun's body fell down heavily, because of this sudden change, the killing was temporarily stopped.

"Why?" Mo Yuxuan's face was dark and terrifying, a series of things today were beyond his expectations, and he repeatedly challenged his bottom line.

"Zhuge - family I - can - move, you - no - can!" In Mo Yuxuan's murderous gaze, Zhuge Yanyun finished speaking intermittently, and he was out of breath.

Zhuge Wan'er sighed, dragged Zhuge Yanyun's body aside, and prepared to be buried in the ancestral grave of the family.

"I want to see, who can save you now?" Mo Yuxuan was crazy, like a mad demon, and the jade flute pointed at the people of the Zhuge family.

Zhao Haochen looked at the heads in the crowd and smiled knowingly.

Mo Yuxuan, the young master of the Purple Jade Tower, saw the smile on the corner of Zhao Haochen's mouth, his heart felt like he had been stabbed severely, for the defeated soldiers in front of him, it was a matter of a round of killing.

Just as he was about to give the order for a massacre, another voice stopped him.

"It's too little and slow, you can't kill, you can't kill!" Liu Cheng, the representative of the Life and Death Line Pavilion of the Wasteland Realm's primary cultivator, walked out, with a smile on his face.

"Mo Shao, no, these are the people named by the pavilion master, please Mo Shao must sell in the next face." ”

Life and Death Pavilion, hearing this name, Mo Yuxuan's expression was stunned, and he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

It is this force that has turned over the clouds and rain with its own strength, so that almost all the forces on the rivers and lakes are involved in the battle in the Apocalypse City, which also leads to the uneven forces of the various sects now, and some of them come with injuries, and the total number of all the sects is less than three thousand.

It can be seen that the horror of the line between life and death.

Mo Yuxuan frowned slightly.