??Xiao Yun was like a devil reborn, slaughtering the people from the White Tiger Altar. There were corpses everywhere he passed, the earth was already blood red, and the bloody aura rushed to the heavenly evil spirit, making Zhang Xinfei, who was following behind him, want to vomit.

The more you kill, the more you get, the more you get, the more you get. He forgot the pain and anger. All he has is killing, the sword force is getting more and more fierce, and his actions are getting more and more ruthless. If there are fewer people, the sword will pass through the throat, and the heart will be pierced. If there are more people, the sword will be poured out. The sword energy will pour out.

Xiao Yun killed people like numbness, like entering a state of no one, wherever he passed, corpses were everywhere and the ground. Only then did he realize Ye Keqing's helplessness and pain.

Wanmei Youlan Ye Keqing, a pure and snow-like woman, what kind of pain made her fall into the hell of bloodthirsty?

Xiao Yun couldn't help but regenerate his evil spirit. All the people in front of him changed their appearance. They turned into Yuan Lang, Yuan Songzhu, and Bai Xiaodie. The bloody killing in front of him also changed its tone. Xiao Yun, who was obviously an executioner, seemed to think that the target of the killing in front of him was his clan, but he was the person who was killed.

Hate, anger, and unwilling to gather in my chest. It was a stormy night. That night, my own village was slaughtered, my adoptive father was surrounded and killed, and my family was destroyed.

He caused everything that was bleeding in front of him, but he didn't know it at all and thought he was the victim, which further stimulated his bloodiness.

"kill!"

Xiao Yun shouted loudly, and the fierce and cruel sword force reappeared. At this moment, even if he was possessed by a demon, he felt ashamed of himself.

The strong sword energy is constantly igniting, and the internal energy consumption is even greater. If you take action, you will leave no room for anything. Even if these people don’t take action and stand and wait for him to kill, he will still be able to kill, because such a large amount of internal energy consumption will make him exhausted quickly.

But Xiao Yun did not have any sign of exhaustion at all. Something in his body buzzed and vibrated. A portal opened behind Xiao Yun. Xiao Yun was outside the portal but seemed to be in a mysterious world. The world continuously supplied him with internal strength, like a perpetual motion machine.

A strange light shone in Zhang Xinfei's eyes. She looked at the portal and seemed to see the world inside the portal, but she was hazy and unable to see it. She just felt that there was an extremely powerful force constantly coming out.

The portal moved with Xiao Yun, as if it was the thing he was carrying, and it was inseparable from him.

Xiao Yun was like taking the excitation agent and got the supply from the portal. He didn't care about the consumption of internal energy at all. A large area of ​​sword energy poured out, and the scene of hell suddenly reappeared.

From daytime to night, and from night to dawn, the entire White Tiger Altar was washed away by blood. Xiao Yun's consciousness gradually became clear. Just looking at the massacre caused by himself, a ripples appeared in his heart. He felt a little reluctant, but he didn't expect that he was also an executioner.

The sword hangs low, and blood drips along the tip of the sword. Xiao Yun walks along the blood, like a soul-catching messenger in hell. His sword trembles slightly, as if it is a low sound, as if it is a telling.

Xiao Yun and he felt his understanding of swordsmanship, one is the power of love and the other is the power of hatred. It turns out that relying on killing can increase the sharpness of the sword.

Killing cannot be used as a pleasure, nor as a means to improve the sword power. Xiao Yun knew this clearly, but he couldn't suppress the murderous intent in his heart. He looked back at Zhang Xinfei not far away. The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and turned around and ran towards her, like an evil ghost rushing toward her.

"Have you killed enough?" Zhang Xinfei walked into Xiao Yun and said lightly, not caring about Xiao Yun's murderous gaze.

At this time, Zhang Xinfei was convinced that Xiao Yun's consciousness was awake during the killing, and that his performance was just a prank.

"Did you see it?" Xiao Yun touched his nose, smiled awkwardly, and put Yunmeng Liu into the sheath.

"What are you getting?" Zhang Xinfei said.

"My sword posture seems to have become more sharp, and my understanding of swordsmanship is clearer. At the same time, my murderous intent seems to be stronger." Xiao Yun said.

"Killing people is not happy. I feel nauseous when I see you killing people, but you can still laugh? The head of the palace master was bloody and slaughtered a hundred miles with anger, but after she woke up, her pain was hard to express in words. I personally saw her cutting herself on her body one by one. Sometimes she even rolled her into a ball of pain, trembling all over, and she had nightmares from time to time, screaming in the middle of the night. I really don't know how she survived that period?" Zhang Xinfei sighed.

"Is she still like this now?" Xiao Yun asked.

"I don't know. After she became the palace master and became the palace master, she rarely lived with us. We blood witches each had their own mountains, especially because I was alienated by the palace master, and I didn't know her private life."

"By the way, there is a girl named Lan'er in the Bing Palace Buletian Library. Do you know her? I spent a while on Wuhen Cliff, but I often saw her having nightmares and trembled in fear. At first I thought I was scared to see my family being killed, and I didn't know if it was a coincidence." Xiao Yun asked.

"Lan'er? What kind of person?" Zhang Xinfei blinked and asked strangely. Coincidence, something that was too coincidental might not be a coincidence.

"It's a soft and weak woman..." Xiao Yun said as he described Lan'er's appearance, and at the same time he told the story about what happened in the Ice Palace.

"I have never seen this person before, but are you sure you see Lan'er's true appearance? Disguise is not a difficult thing. You also said that she also disguised you as the palace master. Don't you doubt that Laner is the palace master?" Zhang Xinfei said with her big eyes.

"This... isn't it possible?" Xiao Yun couldn't believe it.

"Wuhen Cliff has never allowed others to enter at will. Even as the blood witches, I know that there are two people who can enter and exit Wuhen Cliff at will in the entire Ice Palace. One is Ziyun. Ziyun can be said to be the sister of the Palace Master, or the disciple of the Palace Master. She is the confidant of the Palace Master and the future palace master of the Ice Palace. Secondly, Yan Wushao, who is the Palace Master's man, and the rest of the people who want to go to Wuhen Cliff but cannot."

"Is there such a thing?" Xiao Yun frowned.

"In fact, the Blood Immortal Butterfly is just the pseudonym of the head palace master. Beixue Hanshuang Blood Immortal Butterfly. Everyone knows that the Palace Master is not originally named Xue. In fact, his surname is Xiao. Her real name is Xiao Yilan. We usually call her Sister Lan."

"Lan'er, Blood Fairy Butterfly, Xiao Yilan?" Xiao Yun could only smile bitterly. So that's it. Lan'er is the Blood Fairy Butterfly, Xiao Yilan. No wonder the power of the Ice Palace spared no effort to help Xiao Yihang. It turned out that the Blood Fairy Butterfly and Xiao Yihang had this relationship.

But Xiao Yun was confused again. Binggong Buletian and the Heavenly Dao Orthodox Church have a deep feud. What role does Xiao Yihang play in it?

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