The force that suppressed Konoha's arms and neck was suddenly released, but was replaced by a sharper glare. The impatient ranger pushed Konoha hard: "Let's go! Let's go!" Everyone heard clearly, Chu

The "him" in Tao's mouth is only Konoha.

What about everyone else?

When Konoha saw his situation clearly, he smiled in a low voice, and seemed to want to make other requests, but Chu Tao's back said one step ahead of him: "Don't let me see you before I regret it." In the light of the torch,

The flying purple robe is like an unfailing battle flag - a battle flag of fire from hell.

Konoha understood: Since Chu Xuehai and Ziyu Ling are both under his control, it is a good idea to stop when they are ready. Chu Tao just can't kill him temporarily. Once he really plans to kill him, once he gives up everything,

He can't escape, and by then, keeping Zi Yuling and Chu Xuehai will not help - he is afraid that he will no longer be able to accept Jiang Shaoyun's reward.

As for the revenge of this sword, Konoha secretly gritted his teeth - sooner or later, he will be repaid!

He jumped away from the crowd of heroes, and no one was chasing him. Chu Tao also did not stop him. He suddenly felt that the only advantage of an enemy like Chu Tao was keeping his word. He stood up, and the white robe disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the forest mist steaming with resentment.

Those left behind were not as lucky as him.

Chu Tao was silent for a long time, guessing that Konoha should have gone far away. The surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of burning torches could be heard - that was the sound of every swordsman's blood boiling. Very good, he opened his lips and only spit out

One word: "Kill!"

Without him needing to do anything, the earth was shaking behind him, mourners were everywhere, and blood flowed into rivers. In an instant, the ghostly whiteness fell one after another - there were also swordsmen who died after being unable to withstand the attacks. The forces of good and evil were struggling at this moment.

The entanglement has turned into chaos - where is the good? It's just two groups of the most primitive beings fighting each other, and those who step on the blood of others can survive. Under the wall of flames made of torches, no one can escape.

A white figure trying to escape in panic aroused Chu Tao's anger.

The cold light of the Longming Sword suddenly rose up, like lightning, and it stabbed straight into that body - there was no soul left to speak of, and the soul had long been suppressed by the sword light. In the sound of broken bones, the white body was like paper.

It cracked open, revealing the cold edge of the sword. Blood sprayed all over the floor, and the white robe was instantly soaked in bright red. It fell to the ground, trembling, and motionless.

Kicking over the corpse, he wanted to see what kind of ferocious face could have such a cruel heart. However, when he lifted the mask, what he saw was the face of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy - his childishness had not yet faded away.

There is no killing intent, only the pain of death.

A tear, finally unable to hold it back, streaked down his cheek along the corner of his eye.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

When he turned back, there were still white shadows shaking in front of his eyes - he had never hated these shadows and Jiang Shaoyun's minions like never before. The men in brocade clothes, the men with short swords, and the innocent villagers deep in Fenghuo Ridge,

Even the cats tonight - these vague shadows that have been seen and heard before are shaking endlessly - the bloody faces, showing the ferociousness of dying, fear, desolation, and sadness - everything is condensed in an instant

It became a force of resentment. There was only one thought in his mind: He wanted all these figures to disappear before his eyes and be wiped out in ashes!

He walked straight into the formation of the white-clothed holy envoys alone, and suddenly he felt like he was in a ghastly Shura field. In the whirling cold light, the bodies of each body shattered and collapsed, gushing into rivers of blood and waterfalls of blood. The sound of weapons was as loud as the sky.

The rolling thunder that stopped, rumbling and rumbling, was more terrifying than the thunder. Because at this moment, wherever the sound passed, there were no living creatures. The earth was also shocked by this power, and God was not willing to be lonely.

The wind, sand, dust and mist helped, sweeping through the sea of ​​​​blood. The holy envoys in white, who had been arrogant and arrogant just now, instantly dispersed into a puddle like powder - no weapons were able to block it, and in this crazy stir like thunder and lightning,

Here, the weapons had no time to stop the danger, and in the end, it just turned into blood.

When the east turned pale, the killing sound suddenly stopped, like a majestic and magnificent piece of music being cut off at its highest pitch. Everyone was stunned by what they saw: the wind blew slightly, and the strong smell of blood spread in the air.

But it seemed like it couldn't be blown away - it had actually condensed. The surrounding area was quiet, with occasional rustling of grass blades, but no human sounds, even though the only people around were corpses.

The living are still alive, but they are breathing heavily, staring with frightened eyes, not daring to recall what happened in this dark night. The dead are all lying on the ground, and the blood-dried corpses are pressed one by one.

.A huge pit, like the bloody mouth of hell, swallowed them up. White bones, broken limbs, and mutilated heads were piled together, unrecognizable, as if a demon had just visited.

In front of the pit, in the dim morning light, the long shadow of the purple robe was flying in the wind. The only one standing with a sword was Chu Tao. His attire was as intact as before, but there was no smile at all - like a bloodless and heartless ghost.

He is generally arrogant. His face is as cold as stone, and his eyebrows are like knives - wherever he looks, there are remnants of being swept away by his sword, and the lines on his face are also extremely sharp due to the reflection of blood -

- He turned his whole self into a sword that cut through the night, with sharp edges everywhere. Black and red blood condensed on his robe, flowed on his blade, and kept dripping down.

Bloody ripples appeared on the ground. He stood silently in the blood, listening to the whimpering of the wind, as if searching for his lost heart.

He could no longer feel the dull pain that was felt when his heart was torn apart just now, as if the heart was really no longer with him - perhaps, it was numb from the pain.

All the heroes were astonished. Their hair was standing upside down, and their hearts were trembling with coldness. Even the morning light seemed to be frozen in the sky due to the strong cold air, turning into a bloody sun that could not shine into people's hearts: no one had ever seen it before.

The Dragon Ming Sword has ever used such powerful power. Even when Chu Yuan was alive, he had never done such a shocking move. "The dragon goes out to sea", Chu Tao never let this sword move show its true colors because it was too tragic.

Huh? They didn't know whether they should be grateful that they survived the chaos last night, or they should be grateful that they had never really angered Chu Tao.

Chu Tao turned around silently, moved slowly, and crossed the sea of ​​corpses. Behind him, a series of bloody footprints were printed. The Long Ming Sword still had not been sheathed, and his face was still as cold as frost and dark, frightened.

All the heroes involuntarily stepped back to avoid it, knocking down several people around them, as if they were avoiding a devil.

But he only walked up to Wang Hong and threw the Dragon Ming Sword away. When Wang Hongcheng was afraid to take the sword, he habitually took out a white handkerchief and wiped the blood on his hands, dusted off the dust on his body, and threw it into the wind.

, leaving two faint words: "Buried."
Chapter completed!