I looked up to the sky and sighed, regretting endlessly. The biggest mistake in my life was actually not listening to Chu Tao's advice: "The days of accompanying a tiger will not last forever. It is a good plan to fly far away." Now, who can leave? But he is

He is the only owner of this village and cannot despair.

Duan Tingyuan was furious and led everyone who was still awake to fight hard: even though he knew the odds were stacked against him, he still had to fight for a chance for everyone. He ordered the martial arts masters to hold on no matter what, at least until dawn.

People will find something unusual here, at least they don't have to fight alone.

Kill! He swung his sword left and right continuously, one at a time, and seven or eight holy envoys in white fell to the ground under his sweep. The reputation of "serial killing" was not inferior in the slightest. Everyone applauded and was inspired by his courage.

However, more than twenty holy envoys in white formed a human wall to block the trestle and surrounded them. The light of the sword in their hands condensed: "shaking the sky"! Everyone was united and struck with a surging force, pressing down like the beginning of the world. In an instant, a large area of ​​unmanned people was killed.

zone.

The sharp blade slashed at Bai Ying without hesitation.

The beacon fire burns alone in the dark night.

Not even a single person came to support them. Paiyun Pavilion and Tianyue Gate seemed to evaporate overnight. Even the person who would inevitably appear whenever Duanjiazhai was in danger did not send any warning. They seemed to have been forgotten by the world.

More and more holy envoys in white passed through the first gate of the village.

The trebuchet no longer works, so retreat to the second gate. The bow and arrow no longer work, retreat to the third trench. If the third gate is broken, the whole village will have no resistance. The brilliance of the white blade will kill corpses up and down the village tower.

The accumulation is like a mountain, and the blood flows like a river.

Finally, the village gate burst open under the violent collision.

Duan Tingyuan felt a pain as if his heartstrings were broken. He suddenly bumped into a bloody man and was startled. The boy who was delivering the order fell at his feet covered in blood. He reluctantly reported: "Three places of the village gate."

They have all been lost, and powerful enemies are swarming in, countless in number..." Then he died.

Mixed with grief and anger.

Amidst the noise, an even more arrogant command came out: "No living creature shall be left alive!"

He only heard Jiang Shaoyun's creepy laughter, but he couldn't see where Jiang Shaoyun was standing in the similar white clothes. The net of sword lights surrounded everyone. He looked around at the few people standing around him.

There were more than twenty heroes covered in blood. He said solemnly: "Those who are willing to escape must fight their way out. Those who are willing to die with me will take Jiang Shaoyun's head!"

The heroes responded to the call and formed a square formation to fight towards the place where the white clothes gathered. But before they could find the direction of Jiang Shaoyun, the formation was dispersed by several consecutive waves of oppressive sword energy. More people were looking at the mysterious Lihua Sword.

He fell down holding his chest under the force.

Familiar figures were torn into pieces by the white shadow in the dark night. Blood was flying and mourning was everywhere. Those who resisted died with sharp blades. Those who did not resist were tied to the doorposts and burned in the fire.

Helplessly under the licking

Wailing until the Duanjiazhai was burned to ashes. The fire burned the entire sky red. The sound of collapse could be heard everywhere. In the tragic ruins, ferocious demons waved their weapons, singing, dancing and shouting in the music of death.

What kind of tragic scene is this? The uncle and nephew were cut in two, and the nephew and wife were disemboweled with a sword. In order to protect him from dozens of swords, the old housekeeper became a chaotic bloody man. All the brothers had their limbs cut off.

Chopped alive with swords

Duan Tingyuan burst into tears. He brandished the long knife, but he didn't know where the blade should go. He found that he could not save anyone. There were too many, and those white-clothed holy envoys who were good at swordsmanship were like migratory locusts.
Chapter completed!