Chapter 683 (2/2)

The weather is not good these days. It's been raining.

But the rain was fresh and not disturbing.

Walking to the Qingshi alley at the gate of Wanxian Bureau, you can see the bloodstain, which has not yet disappeared.

”This is where King yuan was killed.”

Hongdu took a breath.

It was not the first time that he came here. As a city gate captain, he also came here with him to investigate the scene. The blood of the seventh master of Shenren state splashed down on the ground and was branded with deep marks.

This blood, on behalf of fear, also represents a powerful force.

Let people remember!

Two bloodstains, forming a huge fork, this is the place where the king of yuan was dismembered!

”Interesting.”

Shen Zhenyi speaks quietly.

He noticed that the bloodstains on the ground were still scorched.This is the result that the sword meaning of Shura tianzhifen has not been fully restrained. The hand maker is the seventh level master of Shenren state, and has not mastered this sword completely, which shows that she is also a beginner.

That's interesting.

”Mr. Shen, are you really here?”

Miss yuan has been waiting since the morning. Her heart is full of expectation and anxiety.

She knew that it was impossible to count on Shen Zhenyi to help her, or even implicate her friends. However, in this desperate situation, she always looked forward to miracles.

When she saw Shen Zhenyi really appeared at the gate of Wanxian Bureau, she felt sorry again and rushed out to meet her.

”Said to come, will come naturally.”

Shen Zhenyi's eyes moved away from the two bloodstains and nodded gently to miss yuan.

He patted the crystal throne and flew towards the gate of Wanxian Bureau.

Chu Huoluo and Hong Du Wei followed closely.

Hong Du Wei's face was solemn and nervous, and even had a kind of heroic spirit of death.

”The royal family, haven't you come yet?”

Before the Wanxian Bureau, more than half of the visitors gathered by Mr. Yuan Da had already dispersed when he died. Now, faced with the crisis of life and death, a small part of those who eat and drink are scattered like birds and beasts. The square in front of the gate, which was originally empty, has become more and more empty.

Shen Zhenyi looked around and looked at the huge flagpole in the courtyard, thinking. Things are not the same as people. The flag of Wanxian Bureau has long been removed, and the spirit of flying in the wind at that time can not be found.

The Jackdaw perches on the top of the flagpole and makes a cry, which is more desolate.

”I'm afraid It's coming. ”

Miss yuan smiles bitterly. Looking at the time, these mortal kings are about to arrive.

As soon as the voice dropped, a cold cry came from outside the door: ”all the people in the Bureau of Wanxian are ready to die!”

Several people in yellow robes fluttered and fell, with a cold winter like general.

They didn't plan to come to question, but actually they wanted to kill people.