Just as Leng Xiaoran was planning to spend the night sitting cross-legged and adjusting her breath, she suddenly discovered that a group of uninvited guests had arrived at the inn. "It was indeed an uneventful night..." Leng Xiaoran was still lying on the bed, practicing quietly.
Eighteen figures suddenly arrived at this remote inn, which would naturally attract the attention of interested people. However, at dinner time, such a sudden influx of people into the lobby was indeed eye-catching.
Each of the eighteen figures is wearing the same color as the sky, but their faces are covered with a layer of gauze.
"Who are they?" Everyone is paying attention to them, more or less confused.
However, this group of eighteen people also paid attention to everyone present, and then whispered: "It's you..." Then one of them waved his hand, and the other seventeen figures suddenly disappeared.[
"What!!" Among the cultivators present, there were also many people with good cultivation. When they saw this situation, they immediately shouted: "They are here to kill us."
After his roar, everyone immediately pulled out their weapons, and then yelled, seemingly to cheer themselves up.
The leader of the eighteen figures was covered in red, as if he had just crawled out of a pile of blood. He just stood quietly at the door of the inn, like a door god.
Seventeen figures were flashing in the inn, with swords and swords flashing, and in the midst of the fierce roars, several figures were already soft on the ground. Blood passed by in an instant and was stained on the dim household paper. "Ah ah ah" miserable
There were screams, screams of fear, and the innkeeper had already passed out in front of the counter. As for the clever waiter, he had already slipped into the corner of the kitchen and hid.
The men of self-cultivation, however, risked their lives and swung their swords to kill, but they were often the ones who died. "Who are you?"
Half a hundred cultivators were unable to withstand the attacks of seventeen figures, and more than half of them fell down in an instant. One of the old men, an experienced cultivator, asked angrily.
The man in blood-clothed clothes laughed sternly and said: "We will kill you for why you came..." This sentence has already told a lot of people who cultivate themselves.
"Leave no one behind," the man in blood said with a wild laugh.
"It's you again, it's you again. We have enmity with you, why are we always the ones who suffer..." He shouted to the sky, and saw the sword energy overflowing, and in one moment he broke through the attacks of seventeen sword shadows.
"Humph, you are not overestimating your capabilities." The man in blood-clothed snorted coldly, and then a bloody light suddenly appeared in his hand, and he shouted. The old man who flew over was already lying on the ground, with a bloody hole in his throat, and his mouth wide open.
He screamed, but no sound came out. There was an edge of fear in his ferocious face.
"Ah" The cultivator below him was even more horrified. This old man was the most cultivated here, but he was not the enemy of the man in blood.
"Escape quickly, we are going to tell the whole world about what happened tonight. Let the world judge whether you killed innocent people indiscriminately or whether we deserved to die..." Less than twenty people immediately dispersed and rushed out from the blood-stained door.
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"Catch, keep five, and cripple three..." The man in blood sneered and looked at the mess on the ground.
However, a sigh came from the second floor, "Are you letting me go on purpose to frame you?" A blue figure slowly walked out of a wing.
"Hmm! Who is that?" The man in blood-clothed clothes froze because I had never felt that there was anyone on the second floor before.
"The person who killed you" Leng Xiaoran will naturally not show mercy, but he did not come to rescue him before because Leng Xiaoran knew that it would be useless and could not change the situation, even if these people were allowed to go to Yanliu Lake alive.
Even if it becomes a variable, it still cannot be changed. Since the opponent has planned such a big game, he will not fail to take this variable into consideration.
Therefore, Leng Xiaoran did not expect to let those group of self-cultivation people leave alive. "Perhaps it is indeed the saints who killed you this time..." Leng Xiaoran murmured to himself, and then he flashed away and said several words.
The faint blue light rushed out of the mouth immediately, but his true self was still staying in the inn, and said with a chuckle: "Don't ask me who I am, the dead are not qualified to know my identity." The words fell, and the body moved wildly,
A phantom sword appeared in his hand.
Excalibur naturally has a sacred aura, although it is not strong but just right.
"You...this!!??" The man in blood-clothed clothes was still confused, but since Leng Xiaoran took action, naturally the man in blood-clothed clothes would not let him kill him with his noble hands.[
Leng Xiaoran's sword is very fast, but he knows very well that one sword cannot kill the opponent because the opponent's cultivation is very strong.
The man in blood-clothed body flashed and escaped in a blink of an eye. However, looking at Leng Xiaoran's eyes, the coldness that penetrated his bones, he felt that it was a joke that he had killed people until the sky was dark.
The man in blood-clothed footsteps was messy, and he knew in his heart that he had no possibility of killing this young man at this time, so the man in blood-clothed roared furiously, and blood light suddenly emitted from all over his body. The blood light was not cold, but extremely hot, like a bloody flame.
, surged through the body.
In response, Leng Xiaoran raised her eyebrows and staggered into the expanding blood flames.
In the blood flames, a streak of blood light suddenly shot out, quickly moving away from the place.
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Elsewhere, seventeen figures were advancing rapidly in the mountains and forests, and there were many and many cultivators scattered in the forest. However, when one person chased another person, there were always a few fish that slipped through the net. So these few
The fish that slipped through the net was directly ignored by the seventeen figures.
But he was stared at by another person. The blue light flashed and then disappeared. Just a piece of wood slag pierced the chest of the voice, and the blood quickly overflowed from it, and then dyed the wood slag red.
"You are meant to die, but you are just going to be killed by me. It is better to be killed by them or by me..." Leng Xiaoran smiled faintly, there was no smile in the smile, and there was just a chill from the cold wind to the bones.
meaning.
"You all have to die. This is your fate. But you don't believe me when I say it..." Leng Xiaoran was still mumbling to himself. It is true that those people who cultivate themselves should not be killed, but the only way Leng Xiaoran can
This is all that is left. Maybe even if Leng Xiaoran does it, it will be useless. Because the conspiracies are still emerging one after another, the deaths will only continue and will not stop...
The afterglow of the setting sun in the sky has long since disappeared, but the moonlight is dim tonight. It seems that I already knew everything was happening, and I was just waiting quietly.
Under the dim moonlight, blood is dripping. No matter whether you are a good person or an evil person, you have spread your own blood to provide nutrients for the soil.
Death remains the same, and when wood slag enters the chest, it is the beginning of death. The moonlight becomes even dimmer, maybe the blood splashes, dyeing the sky reddish, or maybe the setting sun cannot bear to go down and deliberately stays, but it turns the whole sky red.
It's stained purple.
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"Do you think you can escape?" Leng Xiaoran directly rolled down the bloody flames around him with one hand, turning it into a little blood light in the palm of his hand, and then scattered it, turning it into nothingness.
Leng Xiaoran's body also disappeared from the spot, like a sword and arrow traveling through space.
The forest is still the same. One person is running away and the other is chasing. This is very similar to the previous situation.
The man in blood-clothed pants was panting rapidly. The blood-red robe was clearly visible under the night sky, and the moonlight seemed to see him.
"Damn it..." The man in blood-clothed clothes looked up at the sky and said to himself: "How could we encounter such a powerful enemy today..." His body flashed wildly and he ran wildly in the jungle. His body was as flexible as a mountain ape, but he danced wildly.
His body is a little bit as crazy as a hungry wolf when it sees a sheep.
"Hmph, as long as we pass a little further, we can escape completely..." The man in blood-clothed looked back and couldn't see Leng Xiaoran at all. He thought to himself: "Have you dumped him? Or did he not follow him at all?
Come up?" The man in blood-clothed clothes didn't know clearly, but he knew that his mission today was probably a failure, and then he smiled bitterly. Although the crime would not lead to death, he would not be able to escape the crime alive...
The man in blood-clothed clothes immediately stopped in a dark place among the mountains and forests. "I don't think he would have found this place..."
There is a small cave here, but there is no mountain. I only see a high protruding stone block, and there is a small cave half as high as a person. No one would think that this is a cave, but it is indeed a cave.
The man in blood-clothed clothes looked around, then quickly rushed in.[
After a long time, under the moonlight, a faint figure suddenly appeared five feet outside the cave.
"Basic area?" Leng Xiaoran didn't know, but Leng Xiaoran knew that her opponent definitely had a lot of base areas, so even if she destroyed this base area, it would just be a way to scare the enemy, so Leng Xiaoran didn't want to take action.
"But I said I wanted to kill you..." Leng Xiaoran's whole body turned into nothing for a while. However, I don't know how long it took, and a sighing murmur came again, "Killing or not killing, the result will not change.
, not to mention that I have to protect the saints now. So tonight, you must die..."
The night breeze is blowing, but you can't feel it at all in the jungle.
The moonlight seems to be dimming again. Is it because someone is dying again?
Screams were heard, each one sounding like a ghost, which looked extremely strange under the silent night sky.
"Oh no." I saw a man wrapped in black energy, and the black energy swallowed him up like a beast. "No...impossible..." The man in blood-clothed eyes looked at the scene in front of him in horror, surrounded by himself.
He didn't know them, but he knew that their cultivation was not weak, but they were as helpless as drowning children in the black energy.
"I told you you would die." Leng Xiaoran's figure stood in front of the man in blood, like the reincarnation of the Demon Lord.
Leng Xiaoran's eyes sparkled with a strange black color, which made people's hair stand in fear at the sight.