In the woods, Hen Wuji's face looked as ugly as possible. That palm firmly hit the ram on the back of the heart. It was as indestructible as hitting a wall several feet thick. There was even a vague feeling of repulsion.

The force of the air armor bounced back involuntarily, causing Hen Wuji's palms to ache and numb, and a trace of cold blood energy entered his body through the pores under the fine lines on his palms.

Huang Long and Hen Wuji spent a lot of effort to disperse the cold dark energy, and at the same time consumed a lot of real energy.

"Air Armor!"

Xin Wuji exclaimed, with such amazing defensive power, the Qi-shaped treasure armor condensed with a tangible outer gang, there is nothing else but the rumored Qi armor.

In shock, Xian Wuji said something bad, Gongyang Yu's skill was not inferior to his, and he was hit in the palm after only dismantling more than a hundred pieces, which was obviously to lure him into the bait.

Xin Wuji thought clearly in an instant, but that palm's greedy attack left no room at all. It would be too late to retreat now.

In horror, Xian Wuji looked up and saw the male sheep spitting out ferocious sparks from his eyes full of hatred. The thin and withered body, which seemed to be about to fall if blown by the wind, suddenly burst out with astonishing power. He saw the male sheep.

When Yu's chest straightened up, a large piece of his back immediately collapsed, and the resulting suction force directly knocked him over.

Before Henwuji could fall to the ground, Gongyang Yu Teng's legs twisted and he leaped into the air, and the knife from his left arm swept towards the top of his head with a gorgeous diagonal slash.

Heads are at risk!

Xen Wuji was so frightened that all seven souls besides his three souls were almost gone.

It's just that he has finally become an intermediate master of the Tianwu Realm. When it comes to cultivation, Shangguan Lingyun has come, and Huangfu Fanyi is not his enemy in this world. Under the shock, Hen Wuji's conditioned reflex is like a cat.

His waist turned into a prawn-like shape, and he was lucky enough to escape the knife.

Of course, he also understands that Gong Yangyu's skills are not weak, and he is even much stronger than he was many years ago. He really doesn't know how this damn old guy can cure Hanyou Bingjin. Hanyou Bingjin has been tempered.

The internal strength of the cold poison had kept him dead for ten years, but he still appeared alive and well.

Hen Wuji gritted his teeth and let his entire back out. He couldn't hide anymore, so he could only hold on...

"puff!"

As expected, Gongyang Yuna would miss such a good opportunity. His arm knife flashed with blood and was blue and bright. The second knife struck in succession, splitting the skin and flesh of Hen Wuji's back.

This is Hate Wuji, whoever he chooses, even if he is the supreme swordsman standing here, he can at least cut him in half and kill him on the spot.

Feeling the severe pain coming from his back, Hen Wuji sweatdropped on his forehead. The pain was inevitable, but he knew that he could not stop at this point.

Thinking of this, he simply pounced forward, ignoring the slippery and muddy soil on the mountain forest floor splashing in his mouth, and plunged his head into the ground and slapped the ground with both palms, splashing out countless mud, sand and rocks.

This palm contained inner energy, and the mud and rocks flew up and became as strong as a hidden weapon under the influence of the dark energy. Swish, swish, turned into a sharp hidden weapon and flew towards Gongyang Yu.

"Damn, he's pretty cunning."

The ram was about to give chase, but when he saw the debris flying towards him, he had to avoid its sharp edge and cut off the debris with his sword. When the ram rushed forward again, Hen Wuji was already standing with his sword in his hand.

stand up.

"Gongyang Yu, I didn't expect that after ten years of seeing you, your cultivation has improved to the level of a brother-in-law. I really regret that I couldn't kill you with one blow..."

Hen Wuji gritted his teeth and burst out with blood, and a wave of regret filled his body.

"Ten years ago?" Gongyang Yu's cold Mung Bean eyes shed a little tears. Ten years ago, the scene of the destruction of mountains and villages, the death of relatives in the sea of ​​fire, and the transformation of souls under the sword appeared again.

"Grandpa..., save me, grandpa..."

"Dad...go quickly..."

"Master..."

"Fortress leader, avenge us..."

The bloody past was still vivid in his mind, and the male sheep's eyes suddenly turned as red and ferocious as wild beasts: "Fuck, hate Wuji, more than seventy unjust souls in Dry Bones Village are here to pay for their lives today, take their lives...

"

The ram roared, and rushed forward like a mad lion that had lost its cubs. His steps were so chaotic that there was no order, as if the anger that had been accumulated for more than ten years had occupied the high ground of reason.

As soon as he threw himself out, he seemed to see his relatives standing behind him and in all directions. On those familiar faces, all the mouth shapes invariably spoke the same meaning...

kill!

revenge!

Revenge blood hatred!

"kill!"

Gong Yang's rage of resentment burned to the extreme. In just a dozen steps, the blue light on his body suddenly changed from light blue, sky blue, sea blue, to deep blue. At this moment, he actually broke through the shackles in his body and rose to...

At the high level of Tianwu Realm...

"Peng!"

At this moment, the unattractive male Yang Yu and the short and indescribably ugly old man had the most glorious moment in their lives. The blue sky seemed to turn the woods into a bottomless ocean, overwhelming the sky.

It was filled with an icy cold atmosphere full of blood.

"The Eight Wastelands of Blood Souls..."

"Shua~shua~shua~shua~shua~"

The sword shadows spread out fearlessly in the sky. Even Feng Jueyu, who was standing not far away, could not see clearly what was happening in the center of the battlefield. Feng Jueyu felt deeply about Gong Yang Yu's resentment, although he had not experienced it.

, but just imagine how desperate a person would feel as he watched more than 70 members of his family fall to the enemy's butcher's knife.

The most painful thing in the world is this. Looking at the desperate shadows of swords flying in the sky and the rays of revenge, Feng Jueyu couldn't help but shed tears.

"Old man, congratulations on getting your revenge..."

Feng Jueyu raised his head and wiped away his tears, feeling more and more that giving up this opportunity to Gong Yang was the most correct thing he had done in his life.

Hate Wuji, he deserves to die.

He deserves to be cut to pieces by a thousand cuts.

"puff!"

"Ah~"

A heart-piercing howl came from the shadow of the knife, crushing the continuous screams of the sword collision, and deeply covering up the pain in Gongyang's heart. At this moment, he put all his anger

All of it was vented on Hen Wuji...

"Puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~"

A series of blood fountains surged up into the sky, filling the entire forest in an instant, like a rain of blood from a sad sky, dyeing the green leaves as red as blood.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

I cannot describe the sorrow and pain of the past ten years...

Ten knives, twenty knives, thirty knives...

To repay ten years of unpaid grudges...

Gongyang Yu, the old man who had always been lazy and ruthless in Feng Jueyu's heart, finally vented his ten years of grievances and pinned all his anger on the short arm-shaped knife that was about a foot long in his hand.

"Peng!"

There was a scream, the sword light disappeared, and a plump figure flew out of Feng Jueyu's pupils like a cannonball, severely breaking four trees as thick as a bowl and hitting a tree ten meters away.

On the cliff.

The gravel was crushed into powder, and the flowstones kept splashing, but they could not stop the ram from being filled with unfinished hatred. Even though his face was scratched with countless bleeding marks by the flowstones, the ram still rushed forward and threw the two handles.

The arm knife used all his strength to plunge into Hen Wuji's chest, nailing him to the cold cliff...

The gray smoke slowly dispersed, and the plump body hung alone on the arm knife, which was not thick, but it was strong and stubborn to prevent Hen Wuji's body from falling down.

The blood wrote the ending of a grudge along the cliff, flowed into the earth, and declared the end.

What can be seen is that Hen Wuji was already dead. Before he died, he did not forget to watch with the most frightened eyes the set of blood skills that Gong Yangyu had completed for the past ten years to avenge the bloody shame.

He refused to die with his eyes closed because of the soul sword technique, because he didn't understand why the cold and ice energy did not break out in Gong Yangyu's body, and why Gongyang Yu's sword technique became beyond his reach...

"My son, my daughter-in-law, my grandson... I have avenged you..."

Gongyang, who had avenged his great revenge, was sitting cross-legged in front of Henwuji's body and weeping loudly. He didn't look like the blood-soul sword king who had just attacked him with his sword. Now Gongyang was crying like an old woman who had lost her relatives in her old age.

The sky screams to the earth, expressing the last bit of resentment that sinks deep in my heart...

Feng Jueyu was speechless and stood behind Gongyang Yu in silence for half an hour, letting him express the frustration in his heart before slowly walking over.

Putting his right hand on Gong Yangyu's shoulder, Feng Jueyu sighed: "Old man, the dead are gone, and the living still need to live. Today you will insert the two knives into Hen Wuji's chest. The dead relatives will know it under the spring, and it will be done."

I rest my eyes. Life is endless, you still need to look forward. This period is just a node in your life, it does not mean the end. Don’t be too sad..."

Feng Jueyu enlightened Gongyang Yu in an old-fashioned way. After a long time, the old man stood up on the ground, looked at the body that had become cold and stiff, and said: "You are right, people still have to look forward to the future."

When he turned around, the sadness on his face had completely dissipated. He was no longer sad, but it was a kind of relief.

After staring at Feng Jueyu for a long time, Gong Yang thanked Feng Jueyu for the first time: "Boy, I never look down on anyone, but I respect you. Without you, I would not have avenged my blood so quickly."

Feng Jueyu nodded, never forget to repay kindness, the old man is a man of temperament.

But suddenly, Gongyang changed the subject and said: "But this doesn't mean you can pretend to teach me a lesson. How old are you, little bastard, to actually talk to me in that tone? Do you want to die?"

"Gah?"

Previously, Gongyang Yu had been serious and thanked him from the bottom of his heart, but then turned around and continued to behave as usual, catching Killer Feng Da off guard.

"Damn it, you heartless old thing. I mean so well to help you, but you don't appreciate it. What's the matter, are you going to demolish the bridge after crossing the river? Don't do this with me, our commitment is more than a year away.

, you can’t even think of withdrawing.”

Gongyang Yu laughed and scolded him angrily, and stepped forward and gave Feng Da Killer a blow: "Destroy the bridge? Don't come here, hehe, you can never get rid of me, saying, you still have good things, I broke through Tianwu

, I just need good food to nourish me and enter the realm of divine martial arts."

"Shenwu? You can kill me..." Feng Jueyu, one head bigger than the other, covered his head and ran away.

"Boy, don't run away..."

In the mountains and forests, after the extreme sadness, the clouds opened and the sky cleared up, and the old and the young ran away in front of each other...

A note to readers:
Chapter completed!