Chapter 704 (1/2)

If we talk about the day war, it only proves the strength of Yuanshan, a nobody.

That night, is to prove his throne with blood!

Six groups of people, thousands of experts, were defeated in front of him alone, even killed thousands of people, blood flow into a river!

The nameless stream at the foot of the mountain turns red for several days.

So named ”Hongxi”!

And this valley, named ”thousand people's Valley”, this temple, is called ”ShaSheng Temple”.

How tragic the war was, how terrifying was the reputation of Yuanshan.

With the strength of one person, we can fight against the siege of one city.

In the end, he won.

This is what the great swordsmen of that time might not be able to do.

Originally, they were all paying attention to the Third Prince of Shen. Unexpectedly, they were attracted by the sick Sword Fairy!

It's just that such a reputation has no meaning for Yuanshan.

He's back.

But it was cold.

-- life is gone.

Shen Zhenyi can see it at a glance.

If you can't make it into a dragon, you can't feed it with blood essence. It's hard to live or die.

This may be the only way for ordinary people to light up their lives. Even if only a moment of brilliance, it is enough to shine on the dark night sky of Xuantian city. In this gloomy and depressing world, it leaves a heavy ink mark!

This is also the fate of Yuanshan.

And the completion of his destiny.

At this time, even Mr. Shen can't - or won't - stop him.

Shen Zhenyi bowed slightly to show his respect.

”They will not come again.”

Yuan Shan's tone has lost the previous ridicule, calm as a machine.

Now he needs to use his strength to say every word. There is not much he can say. Of course, he can only choose the key points.

”Let's go.”

Instead of reaching for Xuanyan, he turned around silently and stepped into the darkness with the smell of blood.

”Uncle yuan!”

Xuanyan jumped up and ran to his back.

Mr. Shen gently dusted his sleeve. A soft force blocked Xuanyan and pushed him to miss yuan: ”don't touch him again.”

Yuan mountain alone.

His hands were empty, as if he were going to fall at any time, but he was staggering, still leading the way forward.

Miss yuan Xuan was surprised.

Xuanyan seemed to have a premonition of something, struggling, but not daring to move. He only looked at the back of Yuanshan. His throat hissed and he didn't know what sound he was making.

”Go.”

Shen Zhenyi looks up at the sky. The stars are falling and breaking the bleak night sky. The mountain pines are like angry and surging.

He waved to the crowd to follow.

Outside the door, the smell of blood.

Miss yuan hugged Xuanyan, approached Shen Zhenyi carefully, and asked quietly, ”that Mr. Yuan He, is he OK? ”

Even she could see something wrong with Yuanshan.

She didn't know the intensity of the fighting outside the ruined temple, but she could imagine it.

”He is dead.”

Shen Zhenyi sighs softly.

”In order not to waste the chance that he bought with his life, you'd better go.”

”What?”

Xuanyan widened his eyes and exclaimed, ”how can this be possible? Clearly Clearly... ”

With his tender fingers to the back of Yuanshan, the swordsman who has just created a miracle is silent, just one meal at a time and walks forward.