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"Ahead is Yueluo City." Luan Tuntian murmured in a low voice. Judging from the blood-red traces in the air, the bloody figure was heading towards Yueluo City.
Luan Tuntian's heart suddenly tightened, "So..."
Luan Tuntian's aura restrained again, but his pace increased a lot. He wanted to see what was happening in Yueluo City at this time.
The smell of blood hit his face, but Luan Tuntian was not within a hundred feet of Yueluo City!
"..." Luan Tuntian doesn't have any feelings for Yueluo City, and naturally he won't have any other emotions. However, he does know that it is so cruel to kill someone when he gets the bloody figure.
Luan Tuntian turned into a purple stream of light and rushed to the edge of the high wall of Yueluo City, and then slowly approached the gate of Yueluo City.
The slight feeling of spiritual consciousness did not feel any powerful aura, which made Luan Tuntian breathe a slight sigh of relief.
"Zira——" The city gate was ajar. Luan Tuntian slowly opened the gate, but his hand touched the slippery surface. "This——" Luan Tuntian took back his hand and saw a piece of his right hand.
Blood red.[
"Blood splattered on the city gate——" Luan Tuntianxu thought that he also knew what was going on. Luan Tuntian swallowed his saliva, then held the long knife behind his back with one hand, and then purple light appeared, with a "pop——" sound,
Then he split open the city gate.
"Wha—" A wisp of residual wind blew past, bypassing Luan Tuntian's long hair, and rolled up and fluttered slightly.
Luan Tuntian's eyes were dyed red by the scene in front of him, and the entire city had turned into a river of blood. Everyone was paralyzed on the ground and dancing with the river of blood, and their severed limbs and arms were still hanging on their own homes.
On the edge of the door, on the branches, and some hanging on my shoulders, there is a layer of skin wrapped around it.
"He is so heartbroken -" Luan Tuntian could only use this sentence to describe the bloody figure at this time. He didn't know where the bloody figure came from, but at this time, he was also extremely worried.
Anger means that no individual can tolerate the indiscriminate killing of innocent people.
Batabata, the blood splashed under his footsteps fell on his shoes, and soon the shoes were stained red.
The right hand holding the long knife became increasingly white, as pale as blood.
Corpses "passed" by his eyes one after another. The anger in Luan Tuntian's heart became more and more unbearable. He wanted to see if there were any survivors in Yueluo City. This impulse had surpassed the idea of going to Cang Yue Tower.
Luan Tuntian could feel that there was no more heaven-like aura in Yueluo City, and the murderous devil was gone.
Luan Tuntian's pace gradually began to speed up, and then he started to run. However, wherever he passed, there were only more tragic deaths, but there was no breath of life at all. This made Luan Tuntian's heart sink into a low ebb.
"The City Lord's Mansion..." Luan Tuntian looked at the inconspicuous building not far away, and his heart moved, "The City Lord of Yueluo City is Liu Ying..." Luan Tuntian then jumped up and landed directly in front of the City Lord's Mansion.
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The palace of the city lord of Yueluo City is not gorgeous, it is very simple, which is in line with Liu Ying's style of work, which is chic but not extravagant.
There wasn't much blood in the city lord's mansion, so Luan Tuntian planned to take a closer look.
Zira - Luan Tuntian gently opened the door of the hall, but Luan Tuntian's expression froze. Maybe the scene was not bloody or cruel, but he would never forget it.
She saw a figure covered in blood slowly crawling to her desk, wanting to take another look at the painting on the desk, a picture of a person she could never forget.
Luan Tuntian has been standing at the door, unwilling to destroy it.[
The bloody figure was naturally Liu Ying. Luan Tuntian didn't expect that she was not dead, but he could see that Liu Ying's time was coming, and she just breathed her last breath. The last breath was just to be able to see the last part of the painting.
One glance.
Who is on top of the painting?
Who else could it be, besides her favorite daughter, "Xu'er...Xu'er..." The blood all over Liu Ying's body came out from his back, and he was still injured even though he was so injured.
Death is already a miracle.
With a bang, Liu Ying tore off the painting and threw herself on top of it, sobbing. She wanted to see her daughter's face clearly on the painting, but it was covered by tears.
"Xu'er..." The blood at the corner of his mouth also dyed the painting red. Liu Ying wiped away the blood anxiously, but found that he didn't have much strength anymore.
"Xu'er..." The voice slowly became weak.
The figure outside the door had long since disappeared, and he was filled with sadness. Suddenly, he discovered that he was not the domineering Young City Master of Huan Cheng, but an ordinary young man, a young man who lacked maternal love...
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The red light reflected on Jian Guiyi's gaze when he turned back, dyeing Jian Guiyi's eyes red, like a line of blood and tears, "Could it be..." His heart gradually sank into a state of despair.
Jian Gui's ten years of continuous training turned out to be a desperate blow, and the complex thoughts in his heart filled his mind like a spring.
In an instant, the fiery red light in front of his eyes disappeared. It seemed to be the small courtyard in the back mountain where he practiced swordsmanship. He had practiced there alone for eighteen years. "I really want to go back-" Jian Guiyi showed a bitter look.
smile.
"Open--" A sharp roar suddenly came from behind Jian Guiyi, suddenly awakening Jian Guiyi's dazed spirit. At the same time, it also forced back the surging fire dragon in front of Jian Guiyi.
"Hmm!!!" Jian Guiyi's mind returned to unity, his eyes lit up, and a figure floated over, standing in front of him like an immortal.
"Sect Master..." Jian Guiyi shouted in a daze.
"Yeah." Jian Jue, the leader of the Sword Sect, is the master of Jian Guiyi and the strongest person in the contemporary Sword Sect.
With the appearance of Jian Jue, the surrounding atmosphere immediately changed drastically, like snow-white water splashes suddenly appearing in the rushing water. Jian Gui felt that he was in a whirlpool and could not escape from the abnormal discomfort all over his body.
"Concentrate and unite, the sword spirit returns to the spirit." Jian Jue suddenly shouted, Jian Gui nodded, and then the sword soul in front of him spun and made a sword sound.
"Who are you?" Fentian Yansha looked at Jian Jue in surprise, his eyes as black as ink unchanged.
"Where are the evildoers?" Jian Jue's voice was like a sharp sword piercing into Fentian Yansha's mind, "Hmm!!" Fentian Yansha suffered a dark loss, and the dark golden flames on his body instantly erupted.
Dark, the atmosphere is chaotic.
Jian Jue also caught the flaw of Fentian Yansha, and a sword light suddenly appeared in his hand, with various shapes and qualities. In an instant, the light penetrated into the heart of Fentian Yansha.
"What -" Fentian Yansha had never fought against anyone of the same strength, so his momentary loss of concentration resulted in his successive defeats and passivity.
Although the sword light pierced the heart, it didn't necessarily hurt much, but the sword that penetrated the heart caused the Burning Sky Yansha to be severely injured instantly. "Uh... I'm looking for death -" A roar came like a flame, and the dark golden light once again
Converged, but then suddenly exploded from the body.
The sword in Jian Jue's hand paused, and then he dodged away, only to find that he was a step too late. Waves of air and fire suddenly knocked Jian Jue away, leaving Jian Jue in a state of embarrassment.
After the sword power was separated from the Burning Sky Flame Fiend, his wound healed a lot instantly, which made Jian Jue frown a little, "I heard that there was a sudden change in the southern border, and two demons were born, one blood demon and one fire demon. You are one of them.
A fire demon, right?" Jian Jue said slowly, the breath all over his body was adjusting rapidly, and the wounds on his back immediately faded away.
"Hmph——" Fentian Yansha, who was traumatized, was greatly shocked and angry, "Barbarian Fire God, Fentian Yansha, remember, you may never be able to say these four words again." Fentian
The resentment in Yan Sha's heart was the resentment gathered from thousands of miles of resentment. His heart had long been filthy and was no longer as pure and holy as it was when he was born.
Resentment filled Fentian Yansha's mind, making his mind filled with darkness.
Although Fentianyansha's face could not be seen clearly, his eyes were extremely ferocious, and the pure darkness showed all his cruelty.
Dark golden flames suddenly appeared under Jian Jue's feet, "Destroy--" Jian Jue was startled, and smacked his left hand below himself. The sharp breath turned into a palm print, like the combination of a thousand sharp swords, and instantly
The dark golden flames engulfed the body. However, the dark golden flames still burned Jian Jue's clothes.
An extremely sharp aura slowly appeared all around, like a sharp sword spread out all around.
"Ten thousand swords unite -" Jian Jue murmured in a low voice, and suddenly thousands of sword rays of sword light appeared all around, and the traces that could be seen by flashing at will penetrated tens of thousands of Burning Sky Yansha's bodies.
Second-rate.
"Damn it -" Fentian Yansha looked at Jian Jue in great surprise, because from the perspective of cultivation, he was not inferior to Jian Jue, but he was always suppressed by Jian Jue, "The next time I see you, it will be your doom.
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Jian Jue did not stop the Burning Sky Yansha, but stood quietly in the void, watching the Burning Sky Yansha turn into a wisp of sparks and go away. However, thousands of sword rays around him slowly gathered above Jian Jue's head.
On top of it, it slowly solidified into an illusory sword soul. This is the sword soul of Jianjue's dual cultivation.
The sword soul was slowly injected into his body from the heavenly spirit. Immediately, a white air quietly rose from the top of his head. "Huh..." Jian Jue exhaled a breath of turbid air, but the next moment he suddenly spit out a breath of hair.
Black blood.
"Sect Master!!" Jian Guiyi, who had been behind Jian Jue, shouted.
"Hinder." Jian Jue shook his head slightly, "I didn't expect that this evildoer's cultivation level is so high. If it weren't for a hundred years of consolidation, he might be able to cause a bloody storm in China with his own strength."