The screams that annihilated a day and a night filled the demonic realm again.
Shen Rong is dead.
The devil is gone.
But the demon's killings did not stop.
From a bird's eye view, there was still a vast crowd of people. Those who were being chased by him were running for their lives. No one dared to look back. Even if they were not overtaken, they would still scream and be afraid of being killed.
Death is not terrible.
The scary thing 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 him all the way, and they chased him all the way.
Just like before, wherever Zhao Yun killed, there were corpses everywhere.
"Pay for her life."
This roar is still a roar coming from the soul.
He is like a devil, a big devil who has gone crazy.
However, the devil does not deny his relatives.
He also has flesh and blood, feelings and tears.
Blood and tears blurred his eyes, but they could not hide his murderous intent.
The blood of enemies must be used to pay homage to Chu Wushuang’s spirit in heaven.
boom!
His roar seemed to move God.
Looking at the sky, there are dark clouds and lightning and thunder.
Rain, it’s rain this time.
In the Demon Realm, which had not rained for thousands of years, a heavy rain came.
boom!
Zhao Yun took one step straight into the sky and raised his sword to point to the sky.
Suddenly, billions of thunder and lightning gathered, covering Long Yuan and his bloody body.
At that moment, all neutrals raised their heads.
Their eyes were all a little dazed, and they couldn't tell whether the person named Ji Hen was a demon or a god. At this moment, he was filled with thunder and rays of light.
Like a god, a god stained with blood.
kill!
The sword held high by Zhao Yun suddenly fell down, pointing at the dark earth.
As he finished speaking, thunder and lightning struck from the sky, hitting the fleeing enemies.
The ground was covered in blood again.
Thunder and lightning are not a catastrophe, but they seem to have the power of a catastrophe. Every thunder and lightning has the power of a catastrophe.
It carries the power of destruction, and its accuracy may not be good, but it is an indiscriminate attack. As long as you are in that part of the world, you are sure to hit, because Zhao Yun draws too many thunder and lightning.
There are always one or two that will hit.
Anyone struck by lightning will have their blood and bones flying everywhere.
Those with weak background were killed on the spot.
Phew! Phew!
Thousands of monsters were chopped into bloody mist.
The neutral people suddenly thought that it was another unprecedented disaster.
"Spare my life."
"Spare my life!"
Human nature is like this. It will not cry out until the moment of life and death. It hides the deepest humiliation and fear in the heart.
Just like the enemies, they were still shouting for death and beating not long ago.
Now, they no longer have that thought, they only want to survive and beg Ji Hen to spare their lives.
"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"
The neutrals sigh, if you don't want to die, will Ji Hen spare you?
Indeed, Zhao Yun will not forgive.
The thunder and lightning that filled the sky were his attacks. Each one carried the power of destruction, and each one was engraved with endless killing intent. The dead Chu Wushuang needed their blood to see him off.
Thunder and lightning come and go quickly.
The extreme state lasted for a day and a night, and then dissipated.
Zhao Yun was so ambitious that he killed his enemies and their blood flowed like rivers.
But the unknown battle is not very optimistic.
The curse was beaten back, but it came back again, and its residual power spread to Zhao Yun.
puff!
Before it fell to the ground, one of Zhao Yun's arms exploded into a mist of blood.
not only that.
There were also strange blood gouges on his body that even the power of regeneration could not heal.
There is also an arm that cannot be regenerated.
On the muddy and dark ground, his body became staggering and he was coughing up blood.
"The forbidden spell is gone?"
"To be injured so badly, it must have been a backlash."
The peripheral neutrals saw this and made such a guess.
When the remaining enemies saw this, they subconsciously stopped.
They looked at each other, and the fear in their eyes turned into ferocity again.
"kill."
With a roar, they came back to kill him.
"kill."
Zhao Yun also roared with the same roar. He held the Longyuan Sword in his hand and staggered to kill him. .??.
At that moment, all neutrals were moved.
Ji Hen of Tianzong is stronger than imagined.
He was so injured that he was no longer human, yet he still wanted to rush to kill him.
Without that domineering state, his energy and blood are too depressed, and he may be destroyed at any moment!
"Is she your obsession?"
The blue-haired woman murmured to herself.
She could still understand Zhao Yun's state of mind.
Perhaps, it was the obsession with love that supported the young man. Even if he was badly injured, he would still drag his bloody body to avenge the buried woman. He would not fall unless he killed all his enemies.
Down.
Love is indeed a strange thing.
The blue-haired woman now has the envy that Chu Wushuang had back then.
She envied Liu Ruxin for having a husband who was willing to risk his life for her.
She envied Chu Wushuang, who had a lover who was willing to fight for her.
"crazy."
"He's really crazy."
The tone of the neutral person was a little more trembling.
The dazed blue-haired woman was also awakened.
Looking at the world again, it was so bloody. Among the black figures, Ji Hen, stained with blood, really turned into a madman, dancing in the dragon abyss with all his strength, hacking and slashing like crazy.
There was no big movement in that battle.
Ji Hen was badly injured and his true energy was almost exhausted.
The same goes for the enemy. He was struck by lightning several times, chased and killed all the way, and his energy was exhausted.
Their battle was more like the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.
Even so, the one-armed Ji Hen is still the most dazzling person.
No one knows how many people he killed.
No one knows how many times he was overwhelmed by the crowd of enemies. All they know is that he is like an invincible enemy.
Xiao Qiang, who was submerged once, would fight out once, but no matter how hard he hit, he couldn't get a hit, until the enemy's mind collapsed.
I don't know when the shouting of death ended.
The muddy and dark mountain forest was full of corpses.
The blood gathered and flowed out in a stream.
The flying black mist was dyed scarlet.
Ji Hen also fell.
For a long time, no one spoke.
After a long while, the blue-haired woman raised her feet.
After taking a step or two, she stopped again, because there was another bloody figure in the bloody mountain forest, staggeringly getting up, holding the bleeding sword, and staggering towards one side step by step.
That's Zhao Yun.
Seeing him getting up, the blue-haired woman subconsciously covered her mouth.
The neutrals also collectively swallowed their saliva.
Tragic, Tianzong's Ji Hen was so miserable. His hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, his arms and shoulders were broken off, and there was still blood flowing. How could he still have a human form? If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that he was a freshly escaped beast.
A devil crawling out of hell.
No one came forward, just watching quietly.
"Give her life back."
"Give her life back."
The hoarse roar soon filled the forest.
It was Zhao Yun again, slashing furiously at someone.
Who to kill?
Kill Wang Yang.
Yes, Wang Yang is still alive.
However, he is not far from death.
He had fought to the point of exhaustion and suffered severe injuries. He lay helpless in a pool of blood and mud. Seeing Zhao Yun slash him with a sword, he no longer had the energy to stand up. He could only look at Zhao Yun with scarlet eyes, unable to hide his fear.
Every streak of blood on his body seemed to help him cry out: spare his life.
"Give her life back."
Zhao Yun's roar was hoarse to the point of losing its timbre.
He was still not sure whether this Wang Yang was the real person.
He is like a puppet, a puppet that cannot stand firmly.
He only repeated one action: raising the sword and lowering it.
puff!
puff!
puff!
The Holy Son in the Devil's Nest was chopped into a pool of blood and mud by his sword after sword.