Heavenly Star

Ten seconds ago

In the sky, the devil is grinning grimly. On the ground, it is a pair of bloody eyes and a face without any expression and indifference. (.)

In fear, none of the people around the cold cliff took the initiative to attack until the violent murderous spirit surged up like an irresistible wind and waves, and there was a cold light of green and blood in front of them.

Lengya moved. He appeared in front of the person closest to him. He made a stroke in the void without touching his body. Seven people in front were cut in two by the void. Behind him, his original standing position still showed the shadow of him who had no time to disappear.

The degree of that moment is incredible!

The second blade of lengya has been drawn off before they react

Wheeze!

Wheeze!

Chi

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The air is split, the space is distorted, and the blood stumps are flying. It was a real God of death, holding a real sickle of death in his hand. Every time the sickle of death is waved, it will take rows of lives away from each other. No one can resist, no one can resist. All those who try to resist and resist will be cut into several sections by the "one line of heaven" waved one after another faster. Successive screams, flying bloody liquid and thick bloody breath cast a terrible bloody purgatory.

Chi

Wheeze!

Five seconds... The sound of splitting the air suddenly stopped, and the world suddenly became quiet. Lengya did not know when he had stood back to his previous position, but still kept his indifference that seemed never to change and looked ahead“ "Plop", "plop"... The body was cut off by a blade, and the people who had not had time to fall finally fell down. After the silence, there was only one person in front of him.

Five seconds, he didn't know how many times he waved the broken wind blade, five seconds... The nearly 100 people who had surrounded him were all dead except the Yan Cang in front of him... Including the seven people with heaven level strength. Under the "first-line day", which is several times stronger than the "first-line day" he killed Yanzheng for the first time, no one has a chance to struggle.

Yan Cang's eyes stared greatly. In the eyes, the two pupils that were almost bursting out were contracting violently. Five seconds... All dead, all dead!!

Nightmare... This is a nightmare! He didn't believe it was true... It must be a ridiculous and terrible nightmare.

Those bloody eyes silently stared at Yancang, at the man who threw the sword that took Ping'er's life... Yancang's eyes, like torn, involuntarily looked at lengya's eyes and fixed them. Suddenly, from the bloody pupil, he saw his internal organs, even every bone and blood vessel... A roar in his ear, he saw that all the internal organs, bones and blood vessels in the pupil were distorted and then distorted... Until they were twisted into a pile of plasma

"This... Is not... Blood killing... Magic... Tong, but... Breaking... Killing... Tong..."

Yan Cang's seven orifices oozed blood, his eyes stared round and fell to the sky.

The light wind with a * * closer and closer footsteps and a strong smell of blood blew, and several filaments from the cold cliff danced with it. There was no one standing around except him. He turned around, squatted down, and gently picked up the screen lying there. In his indifferent eyes, there was a touch of tenderness that the people who knew him best had never seen. He held his head high, held screen, and sped away in the direction that screen had told him before, sprinkling a thick desolation all the way

He didn't forget a word of Ping'er's words. He wants to take her away to see the outside world.

A terrible wave of air came down from the sky, like a huge mountain, and Yan Tianyun finally came... But his blow hit the air. He floated in the air and looked at the front silently. There was a rare shock in his old eyes. In a short moment, lengya had completely disappeared from his sight and perception. His degree was fast enough for him to give up chasing directly.

There are all dead bodies cut into two or more sections. There are powerful figures in the sect, several hall leaders, elders and several of his friends... Ten seconds ago, when he walked out, he could still feel their existence. In this short ten seconds, he could only look at their bodies in cold and trembling eyes.

Lengya went all the way to the East. His degree was too fast. Those who met him and guarded beidizong only felt that a cold wind passed in front of them and could not see a human figure at all. After a very short time, lengya rushed to the edge of beidizong. No one had time to stop him. He still held a person in his hand.

"Chase!"

"Burning soul sand array, he can't run."

Behind him, two northern emperors who had just been swept by him chased after him, but they watched lengya move forward without any stop, rushed into the red land in front, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

With such a degree, they had no possibility of catching up, so they had to stop. But immediately, the scene in front of them shocked them... The burning soul sand will burn their hearts when they touch it. Even with heaven level cultivation, if there was no burning soul formula to protect themselves, they would not want to walk normally on it, but the cold cliff was still as fast as the wind... And all the places he stepped on on the ground behind him, The light red color disappeared, and wisps of light black smoke floated slowly from the place where he had trampled

They seemed to see the most incredible thing in the world and remained silent for a long time.

Lengya ran wildly all the way. He couldn't remember how many people he had just killed. He couldn't see the front or the black smoke at the foot of the rear. His world, sometimes blood red, sometimes blank.

After stepping out of the burning soul sand and leaving the northern emperor Zong, he brought Ping'er out, just as he and she said, and personally brought her out, but... She is dead... She will never open her eyes to look at the external world she has been longing for... He will never open his eyes to look at him and talk to him forever.

She died, his heart from pain, to severe pain, to pain numbness, until he could no longer feel any pain. If your heart is cold and you die, you will never feel anything again.

Besides his mother, Ping'er is the woman who has been with him for the longest time... Although it is only three days. His character determines that he constantly repels others and suffers from the exclusion and indifference of others. Therefore, he has no friends since childhood, let alone female friends. And pinger... She is not afraid of him and doesn't hate him. In the face of his coldness, she still puts all kinds of expressions of anger or anger or smile and speaks all kinds of words to him. Although he didn't open his mouth and spoke indifferently, every word she said has been listening carefully.

She is very wordy, but lengya from her words, and she has been meticulous to him these days... This is a woman with kindness and persistence in her bones. He began to be quietly attracted. They have no father and no mother, and the same sad life experience has brought their hearts closer unconsciously

She broke into his frozen heart, and then she died before his eyes in order to protect him.

His mother died, his parents died... Ping'er's death completely broke his last string of feelings. His heart may never open again.

He is destined to be lonely.

His footsteps became heavy, his eyes had no focus, and his eyes had no goal. He walked forward step by step, and he didn't know where to go. The night wind is desolate, how can it reach his desolate heart.

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The dark shadow of the southern sky had already dispersed, and Yan Tianwei still looked up and stared there. Since the shadow of the devil's ferocious smile appeared, his eyes had never left there. When he disappeared, he did not let the people of the evil sect take action, but waited. As for what he was waiting for, he didn't know. But deep inside, a voice was telling him: don't act rashly, wait

A soft white light flashed behind him. Ye Wuchen appeared there. He didn't appear in the dress of the evil emperor again. He held a lovely little girl with two sheep horn braids in her hand and her eyes were cold. After she glanced around with a little curious eyes, she took back her eyes and looked at the man around her. She is the little foam that ye Wuchen came back from the death zone in the north of kuishui country. The first time Xiangxiang woke up from her deep sleep, ye Wuchen brought him here. In my heart, I am extremely concerned about the safety of lengya.

"Master!"

"Lord... Master, you are back!"

All the people who stood there nervously swarmed up and clustered around ye Wuchen. There was no news for three days. Everyone's heart hung high. That feeling was even worse than killing them. At this time, watching him return safely, they can finally breathe a long sigh of relief.

"I'll tell you, the master's brother is so powerful. How can he fall into the hands of beidizong? You fools know to worry blindly."

"... you little pier, you don't know who worried before. You almost didn't cry."

"You... You're talking nonsense!"

"Master, it's really good that you're all right. Is this little sister?"

All kinds of questions were asked by them with strong concerns. This is not hypocritical flattery. Every word and every word has their own concerns. Ye Wuchen had something to do with his heart. As soon as he raised his hand, the voice around him immediately calmed down. He felt the surrounding breath, frowned, looked at his Yan Tianwei and asked, "lengya hasn't come back yet?"

Yan Tianwei looked worried and shook his head heavily.

Ye Wuchen was pulled inside. At this time, Xiaomo beside her suddenly pinched his finger with her hand, and turned her eyes to the southwest.

Ye Wuchen realized something, floated up and rushed to the sky along the direction Xiaomo told him. At the same time, he sprinkled a farther and farther voice: "I'll be back right away. Don't follow."

Walking in the wind, ye Wuchen didn't feel the slightest cold. Under the sharp eyes, the night could not be his cover. He looked ahead and followed the closer and closer breath.

At the edge of the lost land, he stopped in mid air and silently looked at the person holding a person in his arms and moving forward quietly on the ground below. His breath was so desolate that people were depressed. His figure was as lonely as a lonely leaf in winter.

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