A low and cold voice echoed in the air, the sky echoed, loud and loud, clearly falling in everyone's ears, and mercilessly tearing open the last fig leaf.

It caused the people who claimed to be righteous and furious, and jumped out, and the sword edge was approaching Ranbai.

"Goddess, come on your life!"

Not long ago, Ranbai merged the two supernatural music scores into one, and today he happened to use blood to sacrifice the Soul-Chasing Flute.

The white clothes fluttered, the eyebrows and eyes were silent, the eyes were like cold stars, the jade flute stood up, pressed against the lips, the low and quiet sound of the flute came out, it was deserted, as if it contained countless depressed murderous intents-

The sword stabbed at her.

Three inches away from the center of the eyebrows, it was broken without warning!

The broken sword blade was reflected in every pair of shocked eyes.

The man holding the sword had no time to react. As the person closest to Ranbai, his eardrums were almost shattered by the sound of the flute, his internal organs were shifting, and his bones were cracking inch by inch.

He fell heavily to the ground before he could even scream, stirring up dust all over the ground, staring wide open, and dying with his eyes open, blood flowing out of his seven orifices, strange and terrifying!

This look was too shocking, and everyone couldn't help but be amazed at the terrifying lethality of the Soul-Chasing Flute. At the same time, they were even more sure to win such a holy object, and they all attacked Ranbai!

The air was torn, the wind was rumbling, and murderous intent was everywhere.

The girl in white had a frown and held a flute like a god.

Feng Youyou was shocked and frightened by the man who was killed. He knew that he was not capable of force and retreated silently to the side, staring at Ran Bai hatefully, his eyes were bloodshot.

The soul-chasing flute is hers! It was Yan Bai who snatched it from her!

"Kill her! Kill her!" Feng Youyou screamed.

For a moment, the swords and shadows were bloody and cruel.

The white clothes almost became a shadow and could never be touched. The sound of the flute was high and like a demonic sound penetrated the ears. More and more people were bleeding in their seven orifices, and their internal organs were shattered, and they fell to the ground without any recession.

No one noticed a black figure, lonely and thin, holding a long sword, neatly and harshly dealt with all the people who were trying to get close to the white. Blood splattered on the boy's face, and his dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

Just like, no one will notice the shadow.

The originally desolate and cold mountains are dyed with blood, facing the setting sun.

A soft voice came from nowhere, the laughter was hoarse, as if it contained a pleasant and bloody mood. The low laughter gradually turned into a full of fun laugh, the arrogant and evil echoed in the air, coming from all directions—

"Who! Who is it?!" The strange and evil laughter came. Seeing more and more people falling down, blood splattering on them, many people began to panic and shouted.

"Be careful behind you." The casual voice brought some kind reminder, and the tone was lazy and dark, and the playfulness fell down lightly.

Everyone was frightened. The moment they turned around, their heads split from their bodies in an instant! Gulu fell to the ground, rolled several times, rubbing against the dust, blood flowed, and then their bodies fell heavily to the ground!

The scene is extremely bloody and makes people unacceptable.

Everyone looked shocked and moved closer in horror. They saw a blood-colored figure leaning lazily on the branches of the big tree. The red clothes were covered with blood-colored light, and half of their body disappeared in the lush branches and leaves.

When the shadow fell, one of his legs bent down on the tree trunk, and was freely romantic. He held a folding fan in his hand. The slender hand was a little whiter than ivory, and it looked pale and sick against the red dress.

He looked at them with a smile, his delicate and handsome appearance appeared in the shadows, and his thrilling beauty was also stained with a bit of blood. His white teeth were white, revealing a light and playful smile, like a hunter teasing the escaped prey, like a cat watching the trembling mouse.

"Everyone, I've been waiting for a long time."

The red figure fell from the sky, graceful and graceful, with a low voice, but was heard by everyone, but it was like a devil.

The wind was rushing, accompanied by the graceful clothes, blood splattered three feet away, and everyone around him instantly split up and died with their eyes closed! Screams and shouts mixed together.

I couldn't even see how he took action, so I fell down.

"Blood Summer Palace!!!" Someone screamed in shock and his eyes were so bitter that he was furious, "He is the Lord of the Blood Summer Palace!"

He was dressed in red and had a beautiful face.

The scene was chaotic, blood flowed into a river, and the wind whistled by. Chu Zhouzhi didn't care about the clown's cry at all. He looked at the white-clothed figure standing on the eaves in the distance. His thin red lips curled up an unexpectedly gentle smile. The endless affection made people sink, and he was the most romantic. His peach blossom eyes had a gentle smile. He held the folding fan gracefully, stretched out his hand to her, and called out softly: "Xiao Jiuer."

The flute sounds constantly, and it is exciting. The white flute stands on the flute, jumps down from the eaves, and white clothes are fluttering.

Seeing more and more people falling down and blood flowing to Feng Youyou's feet, she finally realized something was wrong and looked at the long-standing figure with a hideous face.

How is that possible!!

How could that person be the Lord of the Blood Summer Palace!

Feng Youyou knew the most about Jueyin Pavilion. However, the so-called collusion with the cult was just a reasonable reason that Liang Junshang found to deceive the world. But now, Yan Bai is actually involved with the cult, and he is still the palace master——!

Feng Youyou pinched his palm hard, and his fingertips fell into his palms and still couldn't feel the pain. He stared at the man's peerless figure, like a devilish figure.

A long flute.

A folding fan.

Blood flows into a river.

Screams were everywhere, the setting sun in the sky was like blood, dyeing half of the sky red, and corpses were everywhere, which was shocking.

The sound of the flute gradually faded, the mountains and fields returned to silence, the sun finally set, and the evening clouds had already closed.

After the situation was clear, Fifteen scattered in the crowd and looked at the girl's figure, only daring to look at her, for fear that the other party would find out. He knew that she didn't want to see him, so he could only follow him silently, as long as she was fine...

The boy's face turned slightly pale and his eyes were quiet, so he turned around and left.

Beneath the sound of the flute, only Feng Youyou was left. She was tortured in pain and rolled all over the ground, her fingers clenched on the ground, screaming at the top of her lungs, and she stopped with the sound of the flute, and was dying.

She saw the white figure slowly walking towards her, her eyes showing the most real fear, and she wanted to retreat, but she no longer had the strength.

Ranbai stopped in front of Feng Youyou with a high altitude, raised his foot and stepped on Feng Youyou's heart lightly, and his white boots were crushed by casually. She asked calmly: "Do you want to die?"

Feng Youyou thought Ranbai was going to kill her, so she shook her head in tears and cried in embarrassment: "I was wrong, I... don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't want to die!"

Ranbai hung his long eyelashes and stared at her for a while. Her pupils were deep and cold. Behind her was the dusk, and the cold wind suddenly rose. She stepped on Feng Youyou, and the wind was light and clouds were light.

Feng Youyou was stunned, unable to believe that Ran Bai really let her go, fell to the ground, breathing heavily after the disaster.

"It's time for us to go home." Chu Zhouzhi's red clothes were as bloody as blood, but the blood was not stained. When he fought, he was extremely sharp and cold-blooded, but at this moment he smiled lightly and gentlely, almost as tempting as he was, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate and beautiful, his eyes were bewitching, and his slender fingers were stretched in the air.
Chapter completed!