On the broken earth, blood dyed the loess red, corpses filled the ravines, the breeze was filled with the thick smell of blood, and heads were scattered like beads, filling the ten-mile Shura battlefield.
On the edge of the battlefield, a bloody figure stood ruthlessly with a sword in his hand, his blood flowing like a river.
Thousands of people in the battlefield were frightened. No one dared to draw a sword or hold a sword. No one dared to whisper loudly. No one dared to move forward. No one even dared to breathe loudly. Only the girl in red...
The girl's body was covered in blood, and her delicate little face was stained with tears. Looking at the blood-red and heartless figure in front of her, she couldn't stop crying, and there was only heart-breaking pain in her heart.
God's curse.
Possessed...
For her, that young man who was a scoundrel when they first met, who couldn't tell jokes or coax her, and who could make people half-dead, would hold up a sky for her at the cost of his life.
There was no smile on that angular face anymore, only a ruthless coldness.
In the field, Lin Huang's eyes turned red as he paused. He felt the blocker in front of him. The demon-suppressing knife in his hand glowed with blood. He slowly raised it and pointed it at Jun Qingcheng...
"Xiaohuang!"
In a corner of the battlefield, Lin Cangxue was seriously injured and yelled. Looking at the scene in the distance, her jade fingers grasped the ground and a trace of blood oozed out. However, how could that weak voice awaken the possessed Lin Huang?
Looking at the endless cold forest wilderness and the demon-suppressing knife above her head, Jun Qingcheng refused to give in at all. The latter raised her head and looked at the forest wilderness stubbornly, with tears streaming down her face.
On the battlefield, Lin Huang fell with his sword!
"Brother Lin Huang!"
Looking at the falling demon-suppressing knife, Jun Qingcheng cried out, staring at Lin Huang with blank eyes, determined to die.
The blade came out and cut off a strand of Jun Qingcheng's hair. However, it did not cut off Jun Qingcheng's head. The demon-suppressing knife paused in the void like a clay sculpture.
"Brother Lin Huang!"
Jun Qingcheng burst into tears and hugged Lin Huang with her frail body.
On the battlefield, Lin Huang was like a clay sculpture, his bloody eyes were still cold, and the evil energy around him was still as terrifying as a river, but it did not harm Jun Qingcheng at all.
"...No...don't cry!"
Shura suddenly whispered in the field, his voice was still as cold as ever, but it seemed to have a fresh breath.
Jun Qingcheng hugged Lin Huang and nodded crazily, but tears fell more and more from her eyes.
"I'm here to protect you... don't be afraid..."
The blood-colored eyes were still ruthless and terrifying, but Lin Huang's hands that were tightly holding the Demon Suppressing Sword dropped. He took out the Long Yuan and stuffed it into Jun Qingcheng's arms.
"Put it away...Put it away..."
Jun Qingcheng cried loudly and hugged Lin Huang even tighter.
"Take good care of yourself, Xiao Qing'er... Brother Lin Huang... I can't protect you anymore..."
Before Lin Huang finished speaking, he fell to the ground.
"Brother Lin Huang!"
Jun Qingcheng screamed loudly, fiercely hugged Lin Huang in his arms, wiped the blood from the latter's face, and shook him vigorously.
However, the forest wasteland at this moment was like a puddle of mud, seemingly without any life.
Jun Qingcheng's face was pale, and her blood-stained face was full of panic. Looking at the breathless forest wilderness, her white hands could not stop trembling, as if they were falling into an abyss.
On the battlefield, Lin Huang had fallen. There was a sudden commotion among the tens of thousands of warriors. Looking at Lin Huang, whose life and death were unknown, and Long Yuan in Jun Qingcheng's arms, the desire in his eyes was blazing again.
"This devil has killed countless people, we must kill him!"
On the battlefield, a warrior shouted, looking very distressed.
"He killed the Son of God of the Great Realm and will bring great disaster to our Eastern Spirit Realm. We must cut off his head to forgive him!"
"I still need to offer Dragon Yuan to solve the disaster in our Eastern Spirit Realm!"
"I'll kill you immediately!"
…
Countless warriors boiled like a sea, and after seeing Lin Huang really fainting and dying, countless roars suddenly sounded, like thousands of vultures covering the sky, and they rushed towards Lin Huang.
He vowed to chop off Lin Huang's head with one blow and seize the dragon essence.
At this moment, Lin Huang suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of blood shot out from his pupils, looking particularly fierce.
In the battlefield, thousands of warriors who came to kill looked at Lin Huang who suddenly woke up. They suddenly looked horrified, vomited blood forcibly to stop themselves, and then ran away frantically...
Um?
A full half-quarter of an hour later, the people who were running away like crazy realized that something was wrong. It seemed that the God of Death was not pursuing him.
Everyone turned their heads and saw Lin Huang lying on his back on Jun Qingcheng's arms at the edge of the battlefield, his blood-red eyes wide open, his body still as limp as mud, as if there was no life left at all.
Thousands of warriors suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, with expressions of shame and anger on their faces. They were frightened out of their wits by Lin Huang's glare.
In shame and anger, everyone became more determined to kill, and then headed towards Lin Huang again.
But this time, they were much more cautious. Even though Lin Huang was as paralyzed as mud at the moment, the fear and apprehension in their hearts had already been engraved into their bones.
It wasn't until everyone got ten feet closer to the forest wilderness that they relaxed their vigilance.
"kill!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, and dozens more people immediately started to kill Lin Huang and Jun Qingcheng.
boom……
In the void, the sound of warriors exploding suddenly sounded.
I saw that the warriors who were killing the two people exploded in the void and died in the blink of an eye, turning into bursts of blood mist.
"Lin Huang wakes up, this devil wakes up!"
A warrior screamed in horror, once again causing thousands of people to flee wildly, fear in their hearts to the extreme.
But this time, Lin Huang still didn't come to kill him.
The warriors stared at the broken corner of the battlefield and saw Jun Qingcheng no longer crying, with only endless sadness and strength on his snow-white face.
Lin Huang was helped up by her soft little hands, and her delicate body carried Lin Huang on her back, stumbling on the broken battlefield.
Everyone's expressions froze, and they immediately understood what had happened. "It wasn't Lin Huang who woke up, but that little girl took action!"
Thinking of this, everyone relaxed a lot.
In the battlefield, the girl in red, who was struggling to walk with Lin Huang's broken body on her back, looked so weak. Her crimson dress was covered with blood-soaked soil, and her snow-white face was stained with tears and blood.
The girl staggered, obviously at the end of her strength.
"We can't let her take away Lin Huang and Long Yuan!"
"I vow to avenge the Son of God in order to solve the catastrophic disaster in our Eastern Spirit Realm!"
…
In just a few breaths of thinking, thousands of warriors attacked Jun Qingcheng again.
Now that Linhuang has collapsed and Jun Qingcheng is at the end of its tether, Long Yuan’s return can be expected!
Boom boom boom...
However, just when the warriors rushed within a hundred feet of Jun Qingcheng, in the blink of an eye, their heads were cut off by countless blood-red swords.
Thousands of warriors were horrified.
Where her eyebrows were furrowed, she could see thousands of bloody long swords floating around the frail and staggering girl. Her murderous aura was like the roar of an angry sea and the rolling sword river.
"This is... swordsmanship?"
Some warriors were horrified and wondered, every long sword in the void was like a sickle dripping with blood, revealing endless killing intent, and seemed to be able to destroy the world and wipe out all living beings.
Kill everything in the world!
On the battlefield, the girl carried Lin Huang on her back and tried her best to steady herself, not wanting Lin Huang to be bumped at all. Her snow-white face showed piercing sadness but endless hatred.
At this moment, Jun Qingcheng herself had not noticed the countless bloody swords around her.
She just wanted to carry Brother Lin Huang on her back quietly and leave this bloody battlefield.
The girl stumbled forward. She wanted peace, and the world gave her peace.
The hatred in her heart was endless, and the world gave him the means to kill.
On this day, the demoniacs shed blood, and Jun Qingcheng staggered forward with Lin Huang on his back. He realized the way of killing with the sword in one thought. Wherever he walked, heads rolled down, and every blade of grass was silent!
Thousands of warriors stood in shock, not daring to take advantage of him!