The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 40 West Wind Swordsman (Please collect! Please recommend!)

black.
extreme black
In the face of unrivaled strength, their resistance was like a worm shaking a tree. Within a few breaths, the three of them fell to the ground, unable to stand up.

The swordsman held a long knife in his hand, with a cold silver light, a ray of scarlet slowly flowed from the blade, and dripped down to the ground along the tip of the knife, smashing a pit in the accumulated dust.

"Oh, I didn't expect the famous West Wind Swordsman to become an assassin."

Seeing the swordsman frowned, Cai Lan swallowed the fishy sweetness welling up in her throat. Although it was painful like Lingchi not to say a word at this time, but——as long as Brother Mo came, the scene would be reversed!
"Whatever I do, people who are about to die don't need to talk too much."

The swordsman obviously didn't want to talk about this topic. He swung the long knife in his hand to the ground, and the blood spattered in a circular arc.

"Since I'm going to die, can I ask you, cough, let me die to understand"

The swordsman frowned tightly, his hair with a few strands of silver was arrogant and messy like withered grass, and his youthful and frivolous face had long since disappeared. Looking at the boy in front of him lying on the ground, his long sword was taken by him. Flying far away, with blood on his face, thousands of thoughts flashed in his heart.

Didn't he become like this because of this? It's a pity that when he accepted the identity of a killer, he was no longer the Xifeng swordsman who hated evil like a vengeance.

——The world is like a prison, if you don't want to donate your body for righteousness, then you can only join forces.

"Once Guiyuan is destroyed, all the treasures will be lost. I am just taking people's money. This is all I know."

Cai Lan was horrified to see the black-clothed swordsman's expression turned cold after he finished speaking, and he walked towards the semi-conscious Meng Ju.

"If you kill someone, you can't leave empty-handed"

The swordsman bent down, lifting Meng Ju's hair with his calloused hands. The round-faced boy closed his eyes tightly, his face was like gold paper, and he didn't know that a big knife was resting on his neck with a cold light.

"don't want!!!"

Meng Ju couldn't get up, and spit out a mouthful of blood, even gushing blood from his nose.

"Thorn-"

Under the desperate eyes of the young man, Meng Ju's head was cut off by the long knife, and the blood soaked the swordsman's black clothes.

"Quick knife, it doesn't hurt"

The head's eyes were closed tightly, as if it was in a deep sleep, the tied hair was torn apart, tangled together like hemp rope, dripping hot blood.

The swordsman looked resolute and melancholy, and walked towards the other two who were lying on the ground.

Lu Lingqian's eyes were blurred, candlelight flickered in her vision, a black shadow gradually approached, and a blood-stained knife tip hurt her eyes. She couldn't hear the surrounding sounds clearly, and she didn't know whose blood was dripping from the knife tip. She was just in a daze. aware of—

——She was going to die, by this long knife.

"boom--!!"

The black shadow in front of my eyes disappeared, only a "bang" sound was heard, as if something collided and made a loud noise, which was extremely clear in the silent wing.

Lu Lingqian twitched her fingers, rubbed her chin against the ground, and looked hard at the place where the sound came from.

The smoke and dust swept across like the sand in the northwest. In the center of the dust, there was a man in black who was kicked against the wall and a falling head.
The great grief buried her, and she felt something hot flowing from her eyes, which caused her more unbearable pain than the wounds on her body.

Mo Rang stood among the sand and dust, his face seemed to be frozen with the frost of nine cold days, his eyes were as scarlet as blood, and his face was covered with red patterns.

The strangeness of Lin's house could indeed deter the swordsman in black, but it also deterred him who came to rescue him.

Before he stepped into the house, he felt a familiar and strong ghostly aura, which seemed to be able to drip a foul-smelling liquid at any time. After entering the house, the oppressive aura became even stronger, and he realized that this It is very similar to the breath of the Wusheng evil ghost in the deep alley, this house is actually the territory of the ghost king!There are countless evil ghosts in every porch. Although the half-step ghost king is not there at this time, there are only dozens of red-clothed ghosts in the house. They sensed his faint dangerous aura and attacked in groups without giving him any time to breathe.

The evil spirits in this world are extremely violent. In their eyes, their level and strength cannot make them feel scared. In the souls of evil spirits, there is a vicious and desperate malice.

The head on the ground was polluted by dust, Mo Rang stepped forward to pick up the head solemnly, and placed it on top of Meng Ju's body, his expressionless expression could only make people feel terrible.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it seemed suffocating. His scarlet eyes stared at the swordsman who was kicked away. They were the eyes of evil spirits.

Just now, his kick was merciless, and he kicked the unsuspecting swordsman to the wall of the wing room, smashing countless decorative desks along the way, and didn't stop until he hit the wall and spit out a mouthful of blood.Porcelain shards and wood residue made the already old room even more messy.

"Cough, you are indeed a dangerous person."

As early as Jin Hongxia saw this tall man, she felt that there was a suppressed power in him, which was forced to be squeezed into a small corner, waiting for its owner to release it, so that it could engulf the world.

His vision has always been accurate, and the intuition of high-level warriors has always been accurate.

The swordsman stood up again holding the sword. The strength of the top martial artist and the fact that Mo Rang hadn't attacked with all his strength made him only slightly injured.

At this moment, looking at the scarlet eyes of the man opposite, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, making Mo Rang wonder who was the perpetrator instead.

"I didn't expect that you were also a monster."

Compared with the aura of the opponent's young knight just now, the swordsman at this time is more dangerous. The coercion of the top martial artist is completely released, and the stagnant and distorted air is like an instant vacuum, making people breathless.Xueliang raised his long knife, and the silver filigree pattern on the handle was bright and mysterious. The swordsman used his inner strength to suppress the disordered breath, put on a posture and charged forward with all his strength.

On the other hand, Mo Rang took out a short knife out of nowhere at this time, the blade was full of notches after hacking, and even corroded, it didn't look deterrent.

He is full of ghost energy, and his current strength is comparable to that of a red-clothed ghost. If he uses the ghost flame knife and suffers both pain and happiness, it will not be a problem to kill the green ghost. Unfortunately, he doesn't know the level of the opponent, so he can only Go all out.

"Ding--"

The unremarkable short knife was actually held at the moment when the long knife was slashed, and it did not break.Cai Lan has been supporting and paying attention to Brother Mo's battle. At this time, she also noticed that this is exactly the one she gave to Mo Rang in the wilderness. Jackdaw".

In fact, if it weren't for the infusion of ghost energy, the dagger would have been useless as early as Ten Riqing.

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be you"

Sarcastically, Mo Rang didn't hide his emotions at all. This swordsman was full of righteousness. Although his temperament was gloomy, he didn't look like someone who would be a killer for money.

Without answering, the swordsman gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Rang's scarlet eyes with hatred, which seemed to contain all the malice in the world, constantly burning and raging.

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