Vol 6 Chapter 366: Enchanted! Burst and kill (below)

Ten seconds ago...
In the sky, the devil is laughing, on the ground, a pair of eyes and a face without any expression and indifference. (.)
In fear, none of the people around the cold cliffs actively attacked, until the violent murderous screams like the unstoppable winds and waves, their eyes crossed a line of green and intertwined cold light.
The cold cliff moved. He appeared in front of a person closest to him. He was in the void and did not touch his body. The whole seven people in front were cut into two pieces by the void. Behind him, his original standing position still shows the afterimage that he can't wait to disappear.
That moment of time, incredible!
The people have not reacted yet, and the second blade of the cold cliff has been drawn down...
Hey!
Hey!
Oh...
............
............
The air is split, the space is distorted, and the blood is still flying. It was a real death, with a real death sickle in his hand. Every wave of the of death will take away a row of life, no one can resist, no one can resist, all those who try to resist and resist will be swiftly waved in a faster way. The first line of the sky is cut into several segments. The screams of screams, the liquids flying, the breath, cast a horrible purgatory.
Oh...
Hey!
Five seconds... The sound of the splitting air suddenly stopped, and the world suddenly became quiet. Cold Cliff did not know when he had already stood back to his previous position, and still kept the indifference that seemed to never change again. "Plop", "plop"... The body was cut off by a blade, and the body that had fallen in the future had finally fallen. After the silence, there was only one person in front of him.
For five seconds, he didn't know how many times he had blown the wind blade, five seconds... The nearly one hundred people who had been around him, except for the Yan Cang in front of him, all died without a whole body...including the seven possessed the sky. Level strength people. In the "first-line sky", and under the "first-line sky" that is several times stronger than his first "killing the first line", no one has a chance to struggle.
Yan Cang's eyes are extremely embarrassing, and in the eyelids, the two eyelids that almost burst out are violently contracting. Five seconds... all dead, all dead! !
Nightmare... This is a nightmare! He doesn't believe this is true... it must be a ridiculous and terrible nightmare.
The eyes stared at Yan Cang silently, staring at the man who threw the sword and killed his sword... The eyes of Yan Cang were torn, and they couldn't help but look at the eyes of Leng Ying. Suddenly, from the eyes, he saw his internal organs, and even saw every bone of his own, every blood vessel... a roar in his ear, he saw, in the eyelid The internal organs, bones, and blood vessels are all twisted and twisted... until they are smashed into a pile of plasma...
"This...not...blood killing...magic...hey, is...breaking...destroy...kill...hey..."
Yan Cang Qiu bleeds blood, his eyes are round and he falls down.
The breeze clips with a closer and closer footstep and a thick smell, and the few silks that carry the cold cliff dance with it. Except for him, there is no one standing around. He turned and squatted down, gently slid the screen lying there quietly, and the indifferent eyes showed a gentle touch that the person who knew him the most had never seen him. Hold your head up, hold the screen, and fly away in the direction that the screen told him before, all the way down the thick bleak...
If he is a screen, he has not forgotten a word. He wants to take her away and go to see the world outside.
A sullen wave of wind fell from the sky, like a giant mountain, it was crazy, Yan Tianyun finally rushed over... But he hit an empty one, he floated in the air, watching silently In front of the old, in the eyes of the old, there is a shock that rarely occurs. In a short moment, the cold cliff has completely disappeared from the line of sight and his perception. His degree is so fast that he has given up the height of catching up.
Surrounded by dead bodies that have been cut into two or several sections, there are Zhongzhong’s heavyweights, several church owners, elders, and several of his friends... Ten seconds ago, when he walked out, he could still feel To their existence, and this is a short ten seconds, he can only look at their bodies in the cold and trembled eyes.
Cold Cliff went all the way to the east, his degree was too fast, those who came to meet him, and the people who were in the Northern Emperor Sects only felt that there was a cold wind in front of them, and they could not see the figure. After a very short period of time, Leng Ying actually rushed to the edge of the Northern Emperor Sect. No one had time to stop, and he still held a man in his hands.
"Fast chase!"
"The soul of the sand, he can't run."
Behind them, the two Northern Emperors who had just passed by him chased, but they watched the cold cliffs without any stop, and rushed into the red land in front of them, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Such a degree, they have no possibility of chasing, they can only stop, but immediately, the scene in front of them makes them feel awkward... the soul of the sand, the touch will be burned, even if there is a heavenly repair If you don't have an anti-inflammatory body, don't want to walk on it, but the cold cliff is still as fast as the wind... And on the ground behind him, all the places he has stepped on, the light red color disappears. A shallow black smoke slowly floated from where he had stepped on...
The two saw the most incredible thing in the world for a long time.
Cold Cliff ran all the way, he could not remember how many people he had just killed, could not see the front, and could not see the black smoke from the back of the foot that did not know where to come from. His world, sometimes bloody, and sometimes blank.
Stepping out of the Yanshen sand, and leaving the Northern Emperor Sect, he brought the screen out, as he and she said, she brought her out, but... she is dead... no longer I will open my eyes and look at the outside world that she has been squatting and yearning for... I will never open my eyes and look at him, and tell him that he will never stop talking.
She died, his heart from pain, to severe pain, to numbness of pain, until he could not feel any pain. The heart is cold, and if you die, you will never feel anything again.
In addition to his mother, Pinger is the longest woman to accompany him... though, only for three days. His character determines that he constantly rejects others and suffers from the rejection and disregard of others. Therefore, he has no friends since he was a child, and he does not have female friends. And the screen... She is not afraid of him, does not hate him, facing his coldness, she still has a variety of expressions of screaming or screaming or laughing and he said various things. Although he did not speak, he was indifferent, but every word of her has been listening carefully.
She is very arrogant, but the cold cliff from her words, and her caress for him in the past few days... This is a woman with a kind and persistent heart in his heart, he began to be quietly attracted, the two have no father and no mother, The same zero life, let their hearts narrowly unconsciously...
She broke into his frozen heart, and then she died, in order to protect him, died in front of him.
The mother is dead, her parents are dead... The death of the screen, so that the last string of his feelings is completely cut off, the heart, perhaps no longer have an open day.
He is destined to be alone.
The footsteps became heavy, the eyes had no focal length, and the line of sight had no target. He walked step by step, not knowing where to go. The night wind is bleak, and how is his bleak heart.


The shadow of the southern sky has already dispersed, and Yan Tianwei still looked up and stared there. Since the appearance of the devil's smirk, his gaze has never left. When he disappeared, he did not let the evil sects act, but waited. As for what he is waiting for, he does not know it himself. But deep down, a voice is telling him: don't act rashly, wait...
Behind him, he suddenly flashed a soft white glow. Ye Wuchen appeared there. He did not appear in the costume of the evil emperor. He was holding a cute little girl with two shofars and eyes with indifference. She glanced around with a curious look. Then he took his eyes back and looked at the man around him. She was the little foam that Ye Wuchen returned from the death zone in the northern part of the Kwai Shui Kingdom. The first time that Xiang Xiang woke up from a deep sleep, Ye Wuchen took him here. In my heart, I am worried about the safety of the cold cliff.
"the host!"
"Lord...owner, you are back!"
The restless people who kept there were swarming and surrounded by Ye Wuchen. There was no news for three days, and each of their hearts was hung up high, and that feeling was even more uncomfortable than killing them. At this point, watching him come back safely, they can finally take a long breath.
"I said, my master's brother is so powerful, how could it fall into the hands of the Northern Emperor, and you fools will know that you are worried."
"...you have a small block, you don't know who was worried before, but almost didn't cry."
"You... you are nonsense!"
"Master, you are really good, is this little sister?"
All kinds of questions were questioned by their mixed concerns. This is not a hypocritical flattery. Every word and every word carries its own inner concern. Ye Wuchen had a heart, and when he raised his hand, the voice around him immediately calmed down. He felt the breath around him, his brow wrinkled, and he looked at Yan Tianwei who had turned his eyes to him. He asked: "Cold Cliff hasn't returned yet?"
Yan Tianwei has a gaze and shakes his head.
Ye Wuchen was stunned inside. At this time, Xiaomo around her suddenly pinched his finger with his hand, his eyes turned to the southwest.
Ye Wuchen’s heart was realized, and he floated up and walked in the direction that Xiaomo told him. At the same time, he sprinkled the voice farther and farther away:
I will return immediately, not to follow.

Going in the wind, Ye Wuchen couldn't feel the slightest coldness. Under the sharp eyes, the night could not be his cover. He looked at the front and followed the breath that was getting closer and closer.
On the edge of the lost land, he stopped in midair and silently looked at the ground below, the man who embraced a person in his arms and quietly moved forward. The breath on his body was so desolate that it was suppressed in the heart, and his figure fell like a lonely winter leaf.
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