gate of eternity

Shen Rong is dead.

The devil is gone.

But the killing of the demon god did not stop.

From a bird's-eye view, there was still a huge crowd of people, those who were chased by him fled desperately, no one dared to turn back, even if they were not caught up, they all screamed and were terrified of being killed.

Death is not scary.

What is terrible is the process of waiting to die.

Because they don't know at what moment they will be killed.

"quick."

The neutral people on the periphery are all loyal spectators.

Zhao Yun chased and killed all the way, and they chased and watched all the way.

Just like before, wherever Zhao Yun killed: corpses are everywhere.

"Pay for her life."

It was still this roar, still a roar from the soul.

He is like a devil, a big devil who has gone mad.

However, the devil does not disown the relatives.

He also has flesh and blood, as well as love and tears.

Blood and tears blurred his eyes, but they couldn't hide his murderous intent.

The blood of the enemy should be used to pay homage to Chu Wushuang's spirit in heaven.

boom!

His roar seemed to move the gods.

Looking at the sky, there are dark clouds and thunder and lightning.

Rain, this time it's rain.

In the Demon Realm, which has not rained for thousands of years, a downpour came.

boom!

Zhao Yun took one step and went straight into the sky, pointing his sword at the sky.

Immediately, hundreds of millions of thunder and lightning gathered, covering Long Yuan and his bloody body.

At that moment, the neutrals all raised their heads.

Their eyes were a little dazed, and they couldn't tell which person named Ji Hen was a demon or a god, but because of him at this moment, the thunder gathered and the rays of light were shining. Like a god, a blood-stained god.

kill!

The sword that Zhao Yun held high fell down, pointing at the dark earth.

Following his words, the sky was full of thunder and lightning, and the ones who struck were those enemies who were fleeing.

There was another pool of blood on the ground.

Thunder and lightning are not a catastrophe, but they seem to have the power of a catastrophe. Every thunder has the power of destruction. It may not be accurate, but it is an indiscriminate attack. As long as you are in that world, you are sure to hit. It's just because Zhao Yun pulled too many lightning bolts.

There will always be one or two strikes.

Anyone who is struck by lightning will fly with blood and bones.

People with poor background were killed on the spot.

puff!puff!

Pieces of evildoers were split into blood mist.

Neutral people suddenly thought that it was another world-ending catastrophe.

"Forgive me."

"Forgive me!"

Human nature is like this, until the dying moment, it will not howl... the humbleness and fear hidden in the deepest heart.

Just like the enemies, not long ago they were still shouting for killing and beating.

Now, that thought was gone, and all she wanted was to survive, begging Ji Hen to spare their lives.

"If I knew this earlier, why should it be in the first place."

The neutral person sighs, and they will die forever. Will Ji Hen disturb you?

Indeed, Zhao Yun will not spare.

The thunder and lightning all over the sky is his attack, each one carries the power of extinction, each one is engraved with infinite killing intent, the dead Chu Wushuang needs their blood to see him off.

Thunder and lightning come fast and go fast.

The extreme state lasted for a day and a night, and then dissipated.

Zhao Yun was so upbeat that the blood of the enemies he killed flowed like rivers.

But the hidden battle is not very optimistic.

The curse was beaten back, but it came back again, and even the aftermath spread to Zhao Yun.

puff!

Before falling to the ground, one of Zhao Yun's arms exploded into blood mist again.

not only that.

There are also strange blood gullies on his body, which cannot be healed even with the power of regeneration.

There is also the arm, which cannot be regenerated.

On the muddy and black ground, his body was staggering and coughing blood constantly.

"The forbidden technique is gone?"

"The injury is so bad, it should be a backlash."

The outside neutrals saw it and gave such a guess.

Seeing this, the remaining enemies subconsciously stopped.

They looked at each other, and the fear in their eyes turned into ferocity again.

"kill."

With a howl, they came back again.

"kill."

Zhao Yun also had the same roar, holding the Longyuan sword in his hand, and staggered to kill him.

At that moment, the mood of the neutral people was moved.

Tianzong's Ji Hen is stronger than expected.

They were so injured that they lost their shape, yet they wanted to rush to kill them.

Without that domineering state, the vitality and blood are also depressed enough, and it is possible to be wiped out at any time!

"Is she your obsession?"

The blue-haired woman muttered to herself.

She can still understand Zhao Yun's state of mind.

Perhaps, it was the obsession with the word love that supported the young man. Even if he was wounded and riddled with holes, he still dragged his bloody body to avenge the buried woman. If he didn't kill all the enemies, he would not fall. Down.

Love is indeed a strange thing.

The envy of Chu Wushuang back then, the blue-haired woman now also has.

She envied Liu Ruxin, who had a husband who would risk his life for her.

She is envious of Chu Wushuang, who has a lover who is willing to fight bloody battles for her.

"crazy."

"He's really crazy."

The tone of the neutral person trembled a little more.

The hazy blue-haired woman was also awakened.

Going to look at that piece of world again, how bloody and bloody Ji Hen was in the dark figure, he really became a lunatic, dancing Longyuan to his fullest, slashing wildly.

There was no big movement in that battle.

Ji Hen was badly injured, and his real energy was almost exhausted.

The same goes for the enemies, who were struck by lightning a few times and chased all the way, and their energy was also exhausted.

Their battle is more like the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.

Even so, the one-armed Ji Hen was still the most glaring one.

No one knows how many people he killed.

No one knew how many times he had been submerged by the enemy's crowd, but he was like a Xiaoqiang who could not be beaten to death. Once he was submerged, he would come out once.

I don't know when, the shouting and killing sound ended.

The muddy and dark forest is full of dead bodies.

The blood gathered and flowed out into a stream.

The flying black mist was dyed scarlet.

Ji Hen also fell down.

For a long time, no one spoke.

After a long time, the blue-haired woman raised her foot.

After taking a step or two, she stopped again, because in the blood-colored mountain forest, there was another blood-colored figure, who staggered up, holding the bleeding sword, and staggered towards one side step by step.

That is Zhao Yun.

Seeing him get up, the blue-haired woman subconsciously covered her jade mouth.

The neutrals also swallowed collectively.

Miserable, Tianzong's Ji Hen is too miserable. His hair is disheveled, his body is covered in blood, his arm and shoulder are broken, and there is still blood flowing. A ghost crawling out of hell.

No one stepped forward, just watching quietly.

"Return her life."

"Return her life."

The hoarse roar soon filled the forest.

It was still Zhao Yun, who was slashing madly at a person.

Who to cut?

Cut Wang Yang.

That's right, Wang Yang is still alive.

However, he was not far from death.

He was exhausted in the previous battle, and he was also terribly injured. He lay powerless in the muddy pool of blood. Seeing Zhao Yun slashed down with a sword, he no longer had the energy to stand up. He only looked at Zhao Yun with scarlet eyes, unable to hide his fear. Every gleam of blood on his body seemed to be crying for him: forgive me.

"Return her life."

Zhao Yun's roar was so hoarse that he lost his voice

Whether this Wang Yang is the real body, he is still not sure.

He is like a puppet, a puppet that can't even stand upright.

He only repeated one movement: raising the sword and dropping it.

puff!