At dusk, Shenlong Villa is a few hundred kilometers away from Dinghu Mountain.
The villa is located on the hillside with clouds flying, and dozens of buildings are connected together.
The building is shaped like a divine dragon about to ascend to the void.
The entrance to the villa is Dragon Tail. Behind the Eighth Hall where the masters sit in the mountains is the Dragon Head Hall, which is also the location of the Lord of the Dragon Manor.
The Shenlong Mountain Gate is magnificent and has various patterns carved on it.
Lotus, animals, figures, arhats and fairies are all available.
The leaves and branches are bent and entangled between various patterns, creating a dreamy world of immortals.
The floors leading deep into Shenlong Villa are paved with stone slabs, like dragon scales, complaining about the position of the dragon head one by one.
This is a beautiful dusk, and it is also a bloody dusk.
Near six o'clock, a guest appeared at the mountain gate.
A man in white clothes, fluttering and feminine temperament walked slowly towards the door in the bloody sunlight.
There is no sword in my hand, but it is like a sword.
In addition to his endless femininity, his face was also filled with a faint murderous aura.
The dragon's son at the door soon appeared, and his body was shocked when he wanted to shout.
They themselves didn't know why. The man in white just glanced at him, and the six dragon children knelt down without control.
Then, they plopped onto the ground, covering their hearts with a look of pain.
Soon, their heads tilted and they lost movement.
"Who are you?"
Hearing the movement, four dragon guards rushed out from inside.
But before they finished speaking, their heads were like mature coconuts, and the tree fell down.
Four heads rolled on the ground.
There was a broken cut at their necks that were smooth to the extreme, as if it was cut off by a supreme sword.
But the man in white had no weapon in his hands.
And no one saw him take action.
He had no expression on his face and was advancing slowly in the setting sun.
"Show warning, warning..."
A Shenlong Officer rushed to the door with several patrolmen, staring at the head of his companions on the ground, his face getting pale and pale.
Even their lips tightly pursed were white.
Officer Shenlong used his arms slightly, and two sharp mechanical sharp knives flashed out.
His breathing was unprecedentedly rapid, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
He could see that the man in white was here to kill people, kill him, and kill everyone, but he had no courage to resist.
Slap sex!
The heads of the three dragons patrolled fell down again, rolling down the floor tiles, bringing blood red all the way.
Shenlong's lips were a little dry and a little scared.
He subconsciously wanted to stop the man in white from doing the next move.
He instilled all his strength with his arms, holding his sharp robotic arm to fight.
Unfortunately, he could not move.
The sharp knife he held tightly never Hui went out.
No, I don’t have the courage to show it!
The next second, his head flew out with a thud.
Blood soared into the sky, dyeing the sunset in the eyes of others red.
Shenlong fell down with a loud bang in his body.
The sharp knife symbolizing courage still did not attack.
He was a little sad and unwilling to accept it. He knew that the other party would kill him.
But he didn't have the courage to fight.
But this cannot be blamed for his cowardice, and the rest of his companions also did not have the courage to take action with him.
"Bang!"
At some point, the man in white had already climbed the stone steps, stepped into the mountain gate, and walked towards the depths of Shenlong Villa.
And all the people at the door were dead, and no one pulled out the knife!
"Who? Who?"
"Enemy attack, enemy attack, stop him!"
At this time, the Deacon of the Dragon, who was one level higher than the Dragon Officer, rushed out with dozens of people.
Seeing the man in white driving straight in, they had a slightly higher cultivation level and pulled out their weapons to attack.
The man in white looked calm, and his white soles walked forward in blood.
The dragon's children rushed up were like waves hitting the hard rocks, scattering in pieces.
Before they fell to the ground, they fell one by one, flying around like volleyballs.
"kill!"
The Deacon of the Dragon did not believe in evil, so he waved his long sword and slashed at the man in white.
But before getting close, the long sword shattered and then countless pieces shot backwards.
The Dragon Deacon and several companions instantly turned into honeycomb coal.
The crowd behind couldn't stop trembling when they saw this, and their faces became paler and paler.
They have never seen such a powerful person.
But they were afraid, bound their hands and feet, and dared not attack, but the man in white stabbed into their hearts like a long sword.
The blood was getting more and more, and the corpses on both sides of the man in white were falling.
Some of the children of the dragon inexplicably thought of the legend at Yanmen Pass.
On the same evening when the sunset was setting, the man in white rushed into Haizhentian camp with one sword.
A few hours later, the sea and the three thousand horses were basically dead.
Unexpectedly, today, the man in white entered Shenlong Villa again.
This time he didn't have a sword in his hand.
But the Dragon's children were still sadly covered by a strong smell of blood.
They kept fighting and retreating, but they still couldn't stand the steps of the man in white.
At this moment, the man in white suddenly stopped.
He looked at the several dragon children in front of him with deep eyes.
There were countless corpses behind him.
Blood flows into a river, and blood reflects the setting sun.
The man in white was still wearing a blood-red dress, as if he had killed a Buddha and came to the world, vast and boundless.
"Swoosh!"
When the man in white paused, the corpse on the ground suddenly flipped, and three old dragon men shot up.
The three of them shot from behind like three sharp arrows at the man in white.
They also stretched out their hands together, making their fingers made of steel, sharp and hard.
Once you grasp the body, there will be thirty additional blood holes.
The figure lengthened in the sunlight transmitted through the window, and the sharp fingertips became two sharp.
Unfortunately, although they were quick and unexpected, they were still not enough for the man in white to plug his teeth.
The man in white just waved his sleeves back.
"Puff!"
Three figures were swept out in an instant, hitting the wall like birds with broken wings, falling to the ground one by one.
The dazzling blood flowers flowed out of the mouth and nose.
The internal organs have been shattered.
The man in white did not look back and continued to walk forward.
"Come to Shenlong Villa and act wildly and be rude!"
When the man in white walked to the seventh hall, a huge figure flashed out on the third floor.
The Dragon Lord roared and swung his spear and rushed away.
The gun came out like a dragon and took the throat of the man in white.
"Bang!"
However, as soon as the Dragon Supervisor fell into the air, the spear was broken.
Then the whole person broke into two pieces and fell from mid-air with blood rain.
There was still a roar in his mouth: "Kill, kill, kill—"
But he roared and murderous intent with all his might, and stopped abruptly as his pupils dissipated.
He lay on the ground with his eyes open.
The man in white didn't even look at it, but just stepped on the body of the Dragon Lord, and continued to move forward.
"ah!"
The scream continued to sound, and walked dozens of meters forward, and behind the wall of Shenlong's children, the man in white raised his head slightly.
He looked at the third floor of the Eighth Hall with a sense of sensation.
On the third floor, there was a woman in purple, the Lord of the Dragon Domain, one floor higher than the Lord of the Dragon.
The glance of the man in white made the Lord of the Dragon Domain frown.
Because she hates this breath very much.
This breath is not only filled with a bloody smell, but the most important thing is that there is no emotion in it.
Some are just indifferent, some are just cold-blooded.
It seems that before the eyes of the man in white and before his thoughts, there is no external thing in the world worth cherishing, and no one can be regarded as a pig or a dog.
This made the Lord of the Dragon Domain emerge with sharpness.
"Bang bang bang!"
At this time, the man in white had killed more than 300 people.
His will has controlled everything twenty meters around him.
Iron-blooded, cruel, strong, decisive, and unyielding.
All human kindness, moral codes, and worldly compassion are meaningless before the strong will of a man in white.
"Swoosh!"
A drop of blood fell on the cheek of the man in white. He stretched out a finger and wiped it off gracefully.
The woman in purple felt an opportunity to take advantage of it, so she spread her body and raised her arms.
"Chirp!"
Two lasers crossed and shot towards the man in white.
The man in white had no emotional ups and downs on his face. He calmly took a few steps forward and avoided the laser just right.
Then he flicked his finger.
The blood at the fingertips condensed into beads and flew away.
"flutter!"
With a sharp sound, the woman in purple trembled, her eyebrows splattered with blood, and she fell straight down from the third floor.
The laser in her hand lost control, not only cut seven or eight companions across, but also cut off her legs.
But she didn't have any pain or screams, because she was already dead.
The blood beads on the eyebrows are as bright as gems.
Killing endlessly.
The man in white stepped over the corpses, looked up at the gate of the Ninth Hall.
The door is thick and the owner of Shenlong Manor is hidden.
But no matter how thick the walls are, how can they block the charm of the man in white?
"Bang!"
When the man in white stepped towards Longtou Hall, the door had no wind tunnel.
The vision of Longtou Hall suddenly became clear.
Sixty masters of Shenlong Villa stood on both sides.
Each of them looked sharp and their eyes wide open, like arhats.
Above the hall, there was a golden throne leaning against a middle-aged man dressed like Iron Man.
He pointed at the man in white and smiled grimly: "Dragon and other masters, you are prepared."