Super God Fantasy System

Chapter 155
The flying sword was suspended in the air. The old man jumped up and stepped on the flying sword. The people below looked at the old man in the sky and knelt down to pay respects. The old man had a heavy heart and rushed to the enemy's territory.

Today is the birthday of a certain enemy. Many people came to celebrate. Many of the old man’s enemies gathered here. The old man came with his sword in hand, shocking everyone present.

He was naturally enthusiastic towards the strong, and soon someone went up to greet the old man. The enemy was extremely jealous when they saw each other.

The opponents woke up one after another. It turned out that they were here to smash the situation. Who on earth has such a powerful strength?There seems to be no such strong opponent among the enemies, could it be...

The conspiracy of decades ago was ultimately a matter of man's calculations, and the young man did not die, but instead became stronger and came to take revenge.

Lin Yi watched clearly from the side, he only exists in the form of a soul, he can't change all this, he can only watch all this helplessly, "Maybe this is the perception of skills" Since all this can't be changed, Lin Yi He looked at it with peace of mind, he believed that the skill would be released soon.

With a sword sacrificed to Kyushu Han, the old man released his powerful strength, the sword energy was rampant, piercing everyone present, the old man's eyes were scarlet, and the killing made him lose his mind. Decades of depression, decades of pain The pain was finally released today.

The powerful sword energy spread across the field, and the enemies resisted one after another. Today is the birthday, with a large number of people and guests, and the enemies gathered together. The old man is also facing a big crisis.

The sword energy was rampant, and countless people were killed. The old man was besieged by the people present and became a target of public criticism. More and more people rushed to him.

Although his understanding of the sword is getting stronger, there is a time when his spiritual energy is exhausted, and he can only be slaughtered by others. The old man has killed some enemies, but there are still some enemies that he has not killed. If this revenge is not avenged, he will feel uneasy.

After decades of pain, decades of suffering, and decades of faith, can’t we still get revenge?
Lin Yi has already mastered the skill of Stepping Song and Walking Sword. When the old man came just now, it was the Flying Sword Flying Immortal who came. Therefore, Lin Yi had finished learning the skill, but he still did not quit. This made him very depressed, and the system also failed. Tips that the skill has been learned.

Lin Yi can choose to quit, but he still wants to see what his final fate will be?Is it to kill the enemy victoriously?Or is Yujian Feixian escaping for decades?

Spiritual energy radiates, runes form a sea, laws form a mountain, more and more people come, the old man weakens step by step, his aura becomes more and more sluggish, "No...no"

"I want revenge, I want revenge" The old man's breath was strong, his eyes emitted a purple light, and the powerful aura and coercion radiated out, like the fear from the soul, like a demon from the Nine Nether Hell.

Lin Yi's soul also trembled, "It's scary, what happened? I just came to see the skills..."

The old man exuded a black aura, and the aura changed from white to black aura, "Demon?"

The sword in his hand seemed to have been baptized. The light faded and turned into a black magic sword, even more powerful.

After being demonized, the strength of the old man multiplied, and the people present were defeated. Everyone ran for their lives. The old man killed everyone, even the elderly and children. Many people lost their families just like the old man when he was young. .

Wails, cries, and curses filled the field. The old man seemed not to hear it, as if he had no emotion. He also killed the crying mortals. Everyone present died, the enemy died, and the mortals died too. , all dead.

In the boundless wilderness, no one could be seen in the distance. The cold wind howled, bringing a chill to people. A strong wind stirred up yellow sand and smelled of blood. There were corpses on the ground, and blood flowed into rivers. In the distance, there was only an old man standing alone.

The setting sun will slant on the yellow sand, burying the withered grass in the sand, the birds screaming sadly, as if they are sighing for the dead, and the vultures chirp, as if they are gathering more vultures, the wind whistling, the old man Tears were left.

Lin Yi witnessed the whole process and followed the old man through his whole life, seeing his high spirits when he was young, his majesty and weakness in middle age, and the pain and misfortune of his old age.

Now, Lin Yi has no emotion. He just looks at all this as a bystander. The moment the innocents were massacred, Lin Yi had no compassion for him, and the poor must have something to hate.

The old man's aura is still strong, not reduced by half, but the tears shed from the corners of his eyes, let you know that he is also involuntary, corpses are scattered all over the field behind him, blood flows like a river, the old man stands standing in a pool of blood, the strong one gets angry, and lays down his corpse Millions, thousands of miles of blood.

Lin Yi knew that the story was not over yet, and now he no longer regarded it as a skill, but as a story, a story of a strong man possessed by demons, what is a demon in his heart?Is it the Mozu?Is it also a magic way?

The old man got up, left here, and walked towards the gathering place of humans. Wherever he passed, rivers of blood flowed. The old man was like a killing machine. He only killed people on sight, and he spared no one, young or old.

Lin Yi also watched and felt all of this. Although he couldn't hear the sound and could only see the picture, he could still feel the despair and helplessness, fear and unwillingness of ordinary people.

The fighting continued, no matter if it was an ordinary person or a monk, they all fell down in front of the old man, the air was filled with the smell of blood, the whole world seemed to be trembling, the landslides and the ground cracked, and in an instant, every living being Turned into nothing, they were hacked into pieces, their torsos were torn apart, at this moment of blood swallowing, they could no longer tell what was a weapon.

The blood-red hands, the sharp magic sword, and the cold light, can't wait to mince everything, harvesting lives one after another. The old man has already lost his mind. It seems that he can only satisfy his desire with killing. It seems that only blood can do it. Touching his heart, it seems now that the most wonderful feeling in the world is to be able to erase it all with his own hands.

Looking from a distance, it was already unclear whether it was the setting sun that stained the earth red or the blood that stained the earth. Today's massacre was completed again, and tomorrow will be another massacre and a new day.

The words "Killing Sword Jue" emerged and appeared in the air. Lin Yi looked at the handwriting in the sky, "So this is the Killing Sword Jue", he was shocked, "Could it be that people who practice Killing Sword Jue so?"

The middle and wild areas are desolate. There are no people living for thousands of miles. White bones are exposed in the wild. There are no roosters for thousands of miles. There is no one to collect the bones of the past. New ghosts are annoying and old ghosts are crying.When the scene reached this point, it was gone. Lin Yi was forced to withdraw from the skill of singing and swordsmanship.

A wave of sword energy radiated from Lin Yi's body, and now he has a new level of understanding of sword skills. The scene just now seemed to be a long time ago, but when he woke up, it was still at the original time, which seemed to be only one second. While viewing the skill screen, time is stopped.

(End of this chapter)