Bodies piled up all over the ground, the injured moaned endlessly, and the ground and the lake were all stained red with blood.
Entering the valley, Xia Qingluan and Shen Yuqing were faced with this hell.
People who have never been there will never imagine such a tragic scene. The world is dark, fishy and sweet, and resentments are soaring. The formation of four hundred people can only stand now, with only a hundred people standing.
The man standing proudly in the middle of the corpse where the blood had not dried up had already been soaked in red. It was not known whether the blood belonged to the people on the ground or to him.
"Pavilion Master!" Shen Yuqing's hands and feet became weak, and even the tone of his voice changed.
For three whole days and three nights, the dragon among men actually spent it in the midst of killing. Figures stood in front of him one by one, and then fell down one by one. His body changed from no injuries to one, then to two. , three... until the whole body is covered with scars of varying depths.
His eyes and aura were still cold, like a blood demon.
The human world does not belong to him, the fire burns the sky, and the path of Shura is where he should be. Everyone thinks so.
The two people who suddenly broke in attracted everyone's attention, especially the fiery red, cold and hot coexistence.
The man who was in the grip of murderous desire was immersed in the bloody light. After a long time, he turned his head when he heard someone calling out the name of the woman in red. For a moment, the extreme coldness in his eyes disappeared.
"Qingluan..."
He could guess the deepest conspiracy and predict the most confusing chess game, but he never expected that Xia Qingluan would appear here.
The eye-catching red color turned over and dismounted, neat and tidy, and the indifference and alienation brought about when walking was the same as in the past. Under the plain white veil, many people would spend thousands of dollars to see the face lightly hidden, but their eyes were only on one person. This is an almost reversal. The number one killer of Poyue Pavilion, Hong Xian, fights alongside the men of Heaven.
The woman with a shocking secret and all the ambitions in her arms once again shocked the martial arts world. If she joins forces with Wei Moyan again, everyone will die today.
Only those who are in the Poyue Pavilion know that in her current situation, she cannot guard the pavilion master's back at all.
However, that thin and stubborn figure finally stood side by side with the cold-blooded god of murder, dancing with three thousand strings, and the wind fell into blood.
"Oh, Master Wei wants to go back on his word and the two of them work together to fight?" someone in the crowd quipped. After three days of fighting, no one in Poyue Pavilion made a move. Wei Moyan alone defeated most of the forces of each sect, surpassing all others. He knew and believed that he was as strong as a demon. Even if he didn't have any fatal injuries on his body, it was because the Wei family's arsenal was opened and closed only to attack and not to defend. A terrifying person and a terrifying demon.
Wei Moyan sneered but did not answer. It was a joke to talk about fairness and morality with these hypocritical people. Now as long as he kills all the remaining hundred people, no one can stop him from unifying the martial arts world, and then the world will be controlled by him. She promised Your job can be handed over immediately with both hands.
There was no weapon in his blood-stained hands. The broken sword was so broken at dawn that it could no longer be used and was thrown among the corpses. Suddenly, a trace of coldness fell on his palm.
In fact, his internal strength was almost exhausted, and it would be difficult for him to survive alone with the remaining hundred people. Fortunately, she came.
Even if she couldn't stay behind him, it didn't matter. At least his trembling fingertips no longer trembled. The warm red color was close to his back. Her hand held his hand, and the cold touch spread to the bottom of her heart. The most genial warmth.
"Quick fight, quick decision." As soon as the elegant woman finished speaking, murderous intent arose all over her body, and she transformed into Shura with the person behind her to start the journey again.
This is her fate, which cannot be escaped or solved.
The strong and slender hands grasped back hard, the fingers were intertwined, and there was a red Luan bird and a black phoenix on the staggered wrists. When the Luan and Phoenix sing in harmony, it is the day when many people pass away.
After enduring for three days and three nights, this moment finally broke out. After receiving Hua Yu's signal, Jiuhe could no longer hide his almost crazy excitement. He was the first to block the two figures in black and red and put the sword in Wei Moyan's hand: "
Protect the Pavilion Master!"
There is nothing moral in the world. If you lose one of us in the battle, then it is not despicable for us to give it a go and ignore the invitation to fight. One person kills three hundred, and now even the red string has arrived, and the rest
What is there to fear from the remaining generals? Kill them until the sky is dark and the dead wail.
All the hall masters and hosts silently surrounded Xia Qingluan and Wei Moyan, guarding the two in the center without leaking any water. The masters of the hall had already created a legend, so it was up to them to complete the next killings.
"kill."
The voice was still cold, but majestic like a god.
The sword's edge points to his enemy, and all the sword's light will turn into withered bones.
Kill, and then still kill.
The two exhausted figures were as graceful as a startled giant, but they gained infinite strength from nowhere. One behind the other, one black and one red, one sword and one string, they were as inseparable as ever, life and death.
There is no need to think about what is behind him anymore, as long as she is here, he will definitely protect her with his life. All he has to do is move forward bravely and curl up his sword like a lang. The tacit understanding has never changed.
These children of Poyue Pavilion have never been as excited as they are at this moment. For the sake of their followers who no one can match, and in order to continue to create a legend that can be witnessed with their own eyes, everyone is trying their best to exert their own strength to perfection.
Until - until there are no more survivors ahead.
Didn't he say that everyone must die?
The not-so-large Liyou Valley became a bloody cemetery. Nearly one-third of the elites in the entire martial arts world gathered here to eliminate the evil cult and destroy the evildoers. However, in the end, they were buried here and never saw the light of day again.
The separation between the moon and the human world, a pool of dried blood and a pile of withered bones, is their final ending.
The wind is calm, and white ice flowers are rustling down.
It's snowing, a heavy snowfall that shouldn't have fallen, annihilating all the noise and chaos, covering up the killings that are completely unreal, leaving Liyou Valley as quiet as a paradise.
"It's over." The last drop of blood fell off the sword, and the black color finally settled.
Four people died and all were injured. The situation changed, the country changed hands, and the world was about to be dominated by Poyue Pavilion.
Qingluan, you can fulfill my promise right away.
The two hands that had never been let go were soaked in blood and still refused to separate at all. Wei Moyan put down the strength on his shoulders and leaned back, but did not want the red robe that supported him to the end to slump to the ground.
"Qing Luan!" He turned his wrist and grabbed the woman who fell. However, his body was full of scars. As soon as Fang exerted his strength, he also fell down with no physical strength. Fortunately, everything was over and no one could do it anymore.
Threatening his or her life, there is no need to worry even if it is full of flaws.
His injuries were countless times heavier than Xia Qingluan's. Every time a fierce light struck, he would put himself wherever the sharp edge passed by, using his flesh and blood to protect her from the damage. The promise of who would protect whom had been dissipated in the wind.
Here, for the rest of my life, she will always be the one being protected.
After such an exhausting battle, the undefeated Master of Poyue Pavilion lay on his back on the red earth, with his head resting on the red dress where he was kneeling, and a pair of cold and gentle hands quietly wiped away the peaceful and handsome face.
There were bloodstains, and three thousand black hairs were entangled by the moisture and fell next to the face.
"Let me see you." The cold voice was hoarse.
Slender fingers lifted off the white veil, her face remained the same, indifferent and clear, but she was a little thinner. The hand that was raised with force left a half-blood mark on her face.
He always imagined looking at her quietly like this, gently touching her cheeks, eyebrow corners, and hair that made him linger, feeling so comfortable and contented.
No one came to disturb them, and those subordinates who had been watching the dragon and phoenix of the pair knew that they had waited too long for this moment.