Chapter 430: Buddhism(37)

A sword penetrates the heart.
But in an instant, dozens of lives disappeared under the cold sword.
Everyone was shocked by Fu Yue's fierceness. They just verbally criticized her, standing on the commanding heights of morality, sentence after sentence, completely forgetting that they were the first to find Fu Yue's trouble.
"Wonder, you are so vicious, so heavy hands!!"
"Jiang Si, in vain, you were once a disciple of my Liuyun Sect, and now you are not merciful to the former fellow apprentice brothers. You really let me down!!"
These so-called decent sects are accustomed to being aloof on weekdays, and now seeing this deviant Jiang Si, one by one has torn off the hypocritical and disgusting masks, and what they say is like making people laugh.
Fu Yue's long and narrow peach blossom eyes swept over coldly, her eyes were not at the slightest temperature, as if she were looking at the dead.
Fu Yue didn't even bother to argue with these people.
This group of rookies wants to kill her.
If she doesn't fight back, is it possible that she stays in place and catches her?
What if it's tough.
It was these people who tried to kill her first. She fought back just to protect herself.
...Consistent with non-causality.
This big battle.
Almost half of the disciples and elders of the Xian Family sects were sent out with great momentum.
With a long sword, Fu Yue made a path.
Countless people died under her sword.
The blood-red sunset gradually faded, the corpses on the icy ground overlapped, and the crows on the horizon flew over in droves, and the atmosphere became more and more treacherous.
The gorgeous banshee in red, she holds a sword in one hand, and the sharp silver blade drips with blood.
A little bit across the ground.
There was a harsh sound.
Anyone with eyes can see that Fu Yue's current situation is very wrong. He is full of murderous aura, and blue veins burst out of the back of his white as jade hands, as if he was crazy.
This made hope flash in the eyes of everyone who was desperate.
This demon girl has gone by the way.
If they hold on for a while, maybe this Jiang Si will explode and die.
Endless killing.
The years hidden in the depths of memory have been turned out, and it is also such a scene of blood flowing into a river.
Fu Yue lowered his head.
The thin red lips closed together, uttering horrible words.
"You all deserve to die."
The word kill echoed in his mind.
Become a demon of killing.
Until her body was hugged by a pair of slender white hands, the man's clear and cold voice sounded in her ears, strange and familiar.
"Jiang Si, wake up."
"Jiang Si, Jiang Si..."
The call after another seemed to be far away, and it seemed to be only in the ear.
In the unbelievable eyes of everyone.
The snow-clothed monk raised his hand and held the girl's head, his thin light red lips covered him, and he kissed him gently and powerfully.
It was so quiet that the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.
Fu Yue's fingers gradually lost strength.
The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.
Her eyes were blank but at a loss.
The cold Mo Tong returned to focus for an instant, and Fu Yue was stunned for a moment when he looked at the magnified handsome face on the opposite side.
Sanity gradually recovered.
The beautiful and charming peach eyes gradually turned into normal colors.
Fu Yue opened her lips and wanted to ask, "Why are you here?" Her red lips just overflowed with her breathing.
"Well……"
Others who were lucky enough not to die.
All were stunned.