Chapter 109: Heavenly Destiny

"Kill!"

A voice came from nowhere, like a nightmare, opening the history of the catastrophe of this heavenly fate. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The inhabitants of the Celestial Rim, who had already been controlled, shrank and were startled by the sudden sound, but before they could calm down, their faces full of surprise were greeted with bloody long knives, and the unbelievable eyes on the volleyed heads were still full of horror.

Snowflakes drifted all over the sky, and the raging wind and snow whipped mercilessly on everyone's bodies, and the snow-white elves were isolated by the blood in the sky, and finally landed on the ground covered with blood.

The blood was in the sky, the snowflakes that fell were all red, and the sea of blood was surging and surging.

The heavens, the earth, the trees, the shrines...... In short, as far as the eye can see, there is a sea of blood.

Zhao Haochen's eyes were torn.

"Enough!"

Dozens of iron balls in the palm of his hand were thrown towards the most fierce martial cultivator of the slaughter, and with a loud bang, Zhao Haochen roared hoarsely, his bloodthirsty eyes swept over everyone, and the killing was temporarily stopped.

Looking at the corpses remaining on the ground, as well as the warriors who were wailing and screaming, they were all sword cultivators, or sword cultivators of the Great Gate Sect.

Qingyun Sword Sect, Litian Sword Sect, Qingcheng Sword Sect.

The martial cultivators of the three sword sects killed the most fiercely, killing people when they saw them, without mercy, and the babies in the swaddling clothes could not dodge their long swords.

The same is true of human nature, how can the lives of others be exchanged for their own lives, but how can they be interested.

In their eyes, they are all ants.

The edge of the sky is in ruins, and the residents who survived are all holding corpses and weeping in pain, and their heads are rolling around all over the ground, and the thick bloody atmosphere is disgusting.

"Sword cultivation is the most upright, sword cultivation is also a model of heaven and earth, sword cultivation consciousness is a chivalrous warrior in the world, but what have you done, killing people, in your eyes they are all ants, so in the eyes of high-level cultivators, how can you not be ants. ”

Zhao Haochen's red eyes could no longer contain the anger, "Just because their lives can be exchanged for your lives, just because their lives can bring you benefits, your butcher's knives are waved at them, where is your conscience?"

It's like a heart-wrenching question, and the words are exquisite, which makes people ponder.

A disciple of the Qingcheng Sword Sect stood up, held his head high, and said dissatisfiedly, "If we are alive, we can better carry forward the martial arts, pass on these better ones, and make the sect more brilliant, but what is the use of them living? Wasting food, wasting air, and wasting lives. ”

The old man beside him hurriedly pulled him back and motioned for him to be silenced.

Zhao Haochen sneered again and again, "Just because they don't cultivate, you can bully them at will? How many of your parents are martial cultivators, aren't they just like them, they have no cultivation, but someone has ever wantonly slaughtered them?"

The young man's heart was suddenly stunned, but he still didn't want to admit it, but his momentum was a little weaker, and he retorted: "My parents have me, who dares to bully them, how can they compare with my parents?"

"Haha!" Zhao Haochen looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Your parents have you? Who said, I want to see, what should I do if your parents don't have you? I want to kill your parents, I want to see what their son has done, how do they feel when it is applied to them?"

Under the gaze of Zhao Haochen's fierce gaze, the young man thought of his loving parents, and when he went out, he still told himself a thousand times, and the concern hanging in the distance was still there, he straightened up, and his voice also contained rushing anger, "You dare?"

Zhao Haochen shook his head, picked up a long sword on the ground, and with a "snort", it pierced the throat of the young man, and the young man's eyes were still turning......

"Junior, who are you?" The middle-aged man from the Qingcheng Sword Sect stepped out and looked at Zhao Haochen awe-inspiringly, with anger in his eyes, and more fear.

Hahaha!

Zhao Haochen's cold face actually laughed, laughing miserably, sadly, and then recovering that cold expression, "Who am you asking?" You've already killed so many people in Tianyuan, so I'm going to leave you all here today!"

A fist-sized ball of snow smashed on everyone's cheeks, and the cold wind whistled, sharp as a blade, ruthlessly cutting everyone's skin, and the blood condensed on the ground flew with it, which was disgusting.

"Zhao Haochen, I think you're joking, right?" Ye Lin stood up, he was extremely familiar with Zhao Haochen.

It is not an exaggeration to annihilate the vanguard of the Heavenly Poison with the power of one person, and bury the Heavenly Poison Sect members in heavy snow, saying that the hatred is as deep as the sea.

"You're forcing us to kill you again!" Zhuge Yanyun stared at Zhao Haochen, with a kind smile on his face, but the gloom in his eyes was self-evident.

The people of the other sects all have a faint anger in their hearts, as long as someone takes the lead, Zhao Haochen will definitely become the target of everyone, however, everyone still has some scruples.

It is estimated that the kind of large-scale destruction weapon in his hand is really terrifying, and he can't stand it if he doesn't see Hong Yuanjing, let alone our small body.

Everyone looked at each other, everyone had their own little abacus in their hearts, who let the little life be their own, and there was only one, if it was lost, it would be gone.

Think again.

"Zhao Haochen, the weapon in your hand should be gone, otherwise you wouldn't be talking nonsense with us here. Mo Yuxuan, who was holding the jade flute in his hand and had a smile on the corner of his mouth, was undoubtedly the most terrifying.

Zhao Haochen of the thunderbolt was full of calculations, and he made ten of them temporarily, and it would be too late if there was more time.

However, Mo Yuxuan guessed wrong, Zhao Haochen still had one in case he needed it.

You have to keep a back hand for yourself, otherwise you may become rotten meat from the mouth of the wild wolf that day.

"Do you want to try it?"

While he was speaking, Zhao Haochen was the first to attack, and the long sword on the ground was picked up by him, with a bow of his legs, and then he suddenly exerted his strength, like a sharp arrow, stabbing towards Mo Yuxuan's front heart.

The incident happened suddenly, and everyone only felt that a figure flashed, that is, they saw that the long sword was about to be on Mo Yuxuan's heart.

At this moment, it was too late to say that it was too fast, Mo Yuxuan was no longer a flower raised in a greenhouse, he had a lot of experience in fighting, his body and mind leaned back, and the whole person seemed to have fallen, narrowly avoiding the fatal sword, but he also left a hideous blood mouth on his shoulder, and he was still gushing bright red blood.

"Looks like you really don't have that one-time consumable weapon!"

Mo Yuxuan didn't laugh angrily, but was extremely proud, as if the scar on his shoulder didn't exist at all.

Ye Qingling stood aside, not knowing who to help, you know, Zhao Haochen is the terrifying one.