Some people were pulling her hair, some were squeezing her slim waist, and some were taking off her clothes.
They seemed to be enjoying a feast of capital punishment, and only by cutting their bodies into pieces could the hatred be relieved.
Ruyi's white and tender shoulders have been exposed, and her body was scratched with countless bloody marks by someone's fingernails. She was hit by several hidden weapons on her chest and back.
Her wound burst open and blood gushed out.
But the pain in her body was definitely not as much as the pain in her heart.
She couldn't understand why things turned out like this.
She was still waiting... waiting for her senior brother to take him back to Laoshan.
But now, Kunlun Snow Peak is about to become her burial place.
The eyes of the martial arts people were red, and the blood stimulated them even more excitedly. They laughed and shouted, feeling that they were doing good things for the people of the world, and they had no guilt or guilt.
When all the evil hands were stretched out towards Ruyi, they heard a loud "bang" and the Kunlun Snow Peak seemed to tremble.
A strong gust of wind struck, and everyone was defenseless and thrown to the ground.
Ruyi, who was crying and almost breathless, was hugged by someone and pulled into his arms.
The man was white-clothed and had white hair. He was not angry and intimidated. His eyes were burning with red fire. He glanced at these fallen martial artists and saw them all trembling with fear.
"It's Yan Xuanyi..."
There was finally someone with sharp eyes among the crowd, and his identity could be guessed just from his extraordinary courage.
Elder Yueying of the Emei Sect said arrogantly to Yan Xuanyi: "You have taught such a rebellious disciple, how can you still have the face to show up in a martial arts conference!"
The word "?" was only half spoken. Elder Yueying felt a chill on his face. He subconsciously reached out and touched it, and the skin on his face was torn off.
Yan Xuanyi was seven feet away from him, as if he had never moved.
With anger in his eyes, he held Ruyi in one hand and pinched a piece of bloody dough with the other.
No one could see clearly when he took action.
There was silence among those martial arts people who clamored to "speak out and speak out", and no one dared to be the one who stood out anymore.
"I, Yan Xuanyi, have been benevolent and righteous throughout my life, always looking forward and backward, and cautious all my life. I thought too much and cared too much... I didn't have the courage to go against heaven before, and I didn't have the courage to hurt the common people... But in the end, what did I gain! I
Good thoughts turn into clouds, and good deeds are repaid with evil. It's ridiculous!" Yan Xuanyi always had pure eyes, and no one had ever seen such anger bursting out of his eyes.
"My disciple has never done anything wrong, but you are so aggressive that you killed him alive. You must pay for this blood debt with your own blood!"
He finished these words word for word, then used his strength to throw Ruyi down from the top of Kunlun Snow Peak.
Immediately afterwards, he jumped into the air, roared loudly, and waved his long sleeves. The entire Kunlun Peak trembled, and ice and frost rushed down from the peak like thousands of galloping horses.
These martial arts heroes don't even have the ability to escape or resist.
In a rage, thousands of corpses were laid out, and blood flowed into rivers.
There wasn't a single scratch on their surface, but their internal organs had been shattered into powder.
Yan Xuanyi wants these dirty souls to sleep here together with his disciples.
He stepped on countless corpses and found Wangsheng among them.
He touched his face with his hand, and in an instant the scenes from the past and present life overlapped and merged into one place.