Chapter 625 (2/2)
Wan Hongchen shook his head and looked at the Muyang sword in his hand. He seemed to be thinking about something. The words of the sword came from his ear: ”coming.”
”Kill, the treasure winner is right in front of you.”
”Ha ha, this is mine”
Shouting to kill, he looked at the ancient sword of Twilight sun in the Taoist's hand, and his hot eyes stared at it tightly without blinking.
Ji Chen frowned and glanced at the dark night race without trace. He knew that Muyang ancient sword was the most precious treasure. It seems that the Yellow finch has spread the news.
”Bang”
The burst of brilliance surged up with great real power, the washed air waves swept away in all directions, and the dust was irresistible.
”Only hurt, not kill, you will regret”
With his indifferent words, the swordsman glanced at the Taoist priest not far away without expression. He had a strong momentum, but he didn't kill. In such troubled times, you or I died. Leaving his hand is just not responsible for his own life.
He moved at his feet, dodged aside, and disappeared in the dark.
”Kill”
The evil spirit of the sky is the most precious. These creatures have red eyes. Greed invades the mind. Whoever stands in front of them is a mortal enemy.
”Qiang”
With the changing body shape, the old sword of the twilight sun flashed through the cold light, and the streamer of the broken dark night brought up a fleeing blood flower.
”Ah”
Shrill and mournful, the rolling creatures with a trace of palpitation looked at the besieged Taoist's eyes. They should have had a chance to kill, but the other party had never killed.
”Doesn't he dare to kill?”
The doubt in my heart, looking at the flickering cold blade, the greedy thought is more and more prosperous. In that case, what are you afraid of? There is a saying that ants bite more elephants, not to mention the ferocious look of this elephant who has not exerted force, and the blade in his hand is drawn in the air.
”Tear”
No matter how strong the strength is, there is also a moment of inattention. The cut clothes and clothes add a trace of blood color to the body, and the slightly wrinkled eyebrows move around, leaving a residual shadow: ”ha”
With a deep drink, the long sword swept across, and the sound of Qingming was like the lamentation of the ancient sword in the twilight sun, as if crying for the master.
The swordsman who watched the battle in the dark shook his head. When he moved and read, he bent his fingers and made a clang. The body of the ancient sword in the twilight sun turned over, and the sharp blade flashed past.
”Ah”
The sad and beautiful blood spilled on the world. The stunned Taoist priest looked at the long sword in his hand. How can the sword body beat to kill the enemy in front of him?
”Tear”
The clothes are broken and the Taoist is stunned. The flocking creatures will not leave their hands. How can they show mercy? With a ferocious look, they cut off the cold awn in the air.
Ji Chen shook her head. She didn't know how to survive in such troubled times. She raised her hand and focused on the spiritual power of traction, which led to the power of Muyang ancient sword. One move was decisive.
”At the moment, the light of life withers in your hands. I want to know how you feel now.”
The cold words and the absent-minded Taoist are like a puppet carrying a thread, mechanically killing a creature named Zhibao under the traction of the sword.
”If you don't kill them, they will kill you, and put away your compassion.”
The red color of the splashing face and the bloody breath rushed into the nose. The Taoist looked shocked and trance. The falling cold light left a blood mark on his body, which penetrated into the wound of his heart, and a different emotion rose at the bottom of his heart.
Suddenly
”Kill”
The violent breath flashed a scarlet color in the red dust's eyes, and the killing intention rushed into the sky. The long sword in the burst of Zhenli's hand was washed away by the endless cold front, and stepped out of the corpses everywhere.
Ji Chen narrowed his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth: ”that's right. The feast of blood has begun.”
Qingming's sword sound and the trembling of Lingxiao sword in his hand are the cries of longing. Stepping out and rushing into the field step by step, his changing body shape, cold light and surging sword Qi take away one life after another.
”Ha ha, come on, let me have fun.”
The sword immortal can sweep the scene. The clean sword sound and the sword meaning seem to break the endless darkness. The surging vitality is more and more explosive. The two figures overturn the whole Yongye canyon with strong bloody gas.