His stern eyes filled with ruthless killing were slightly raised, looking at Lu Yuan with contempt.
"roll!"
The next second, Han Sanqian held it in his hand, gritted his teeth, and revealed a fierce look in his eyes!
His body transformed, and before Lu Yuan could barely react, Han Sanqian had appeared again where Lu Yuan was. However, Lu Yuan, who was supposed to be there, had his feet off the ground at this time, and there was a gap between his neck.
The big hand was stuck tightly, as hard as a vise.
Lu Yuan desperately used his strength on his left and right hands, trying to break free, but every time he hit Han Sanqian's hand, it was like being slapped on steel.
There is absolutely no possibility of escape!
Han Sanqian glanced at the remaining people with cold eyes, and everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Forty-nine people, no one dared to move, let alone try to come to rescue Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan's eyes were already bloodshot, and his face turned from red to purple. He might not have thought until his death that a person with such a high level of cultivation would die like a mortal.
However, Lu Yuan did not struggle and beg for mercy like a dog. Since he could not break free, he chose to condense his last breath in his throat.
"If you kill them, you will massacre the whole city!" Lu Yuan looked at Han Sanqian indifferently. After saying this, he closed his eyes slightly and waited for death to come.
"roar!"
Han Sanqian suddenly exerted force in his hands, throwing Lu Yuan dozens of meters away like a giant bear throwing a rabbit, and then hit the ground hard, sending stone debris flying across the stone street.
The demonic energy suddenly gathered in his hands again, and he rushed forward, killing again.
However, as the killing progressed, Han Sanqian's figure slowed down more and more, and the redness in his eyes quickly dimmed.
"If you kill them, you will massacre the whole city!!"
"If you kill them, you will massacre the whole city!"
Lu Yuan's voice began to echo in his mind, and at the same time, every zombie killed by Han Sanqian kept appearing in Han Sanqian's mind before death.
He may be a knight-errant with a hearty laugh, or a street vendor selling some side dishes, or some women, children, old people...
"ah!"
Suddenly, Han Sanqian suddenly stopped his offensive and half-knelt on the ground holding his head in pain.
Those smiling faces and those hundreds of people with various attitudes appeared more frequently in his mind, like scenes from a movie, constantly flashing and interlacing...
What's more, it's Fu Mang's silly smile when he was alive...
Suddenly, Han Sanqian's hand slightly dropped from his head. At the same time, he suddenly retreated and flew towards Lu Yuan in the distance.
The disciples of Lanshan Pavilion immediately tightened their grip. Even the dying Lu Yuan looked at Han Sanqian who was rushing towards him again and smiled helplessly, closing his eyes and waiting for death.
Anyway, he should have been strangled to death just now, and surviving for a few dozen seconds was enough.
However, after waiting for about three seconds, severe pain or the breath of death did not come. With Han Sanqian's speed, this was absolutely impossible.
Thinking of this, he slowly opened his eyes, and Han Sanqian's figure stood in front of him with a very strong demonic aura. He instinctively shrank in fear, but the next second, he couldn't help but frown.
frowned.
The blood red in Han Sanqian's hair had disappeared at some point, and although his eyes were still cold, the previous arrogant and murderous red light had long since disappeared.
"you……"
Suddenly, Han Sanqian raised his hand slightly, and a ray of white light emitted from his palm, scattering slightly on Lu Yuan's body.
Those disciples thought that Han Sanqian was going to kill Lu Yuan again. At this time, they all struggled to come over to save him, but Lu Yuan waved his hand.
Because Lu Yuandu felt that his body became abnormally warm for a while, and the severe pain in his body began to disappear, and the injured internal organs seemed to begin to slowly heal.
After a while, Han Sanqian retracted his hand, and the white light disappeared. However, Lu Yuan found that he was no longer seriously injured. He curiously touched his body and found that the superficial injuries were almost healed.
"Killing all the people in the city is equivalent to slaughtering the entire city. What does this mean?" Han Sanqian frowned slightly and said softly.
"I don't know. We at the top of Blue Mountain don't know much about these zombies, but..." After Lu Yuan finished speaking, he stood up from the ground, glanced at the other disciples far away, and then said softly: "
However, I accidentally heard someone from Desert City mention it."
"Desert city? You mean Fang Kun's group of people?" Han Sanqian said with a frown.
"Exactly." Lu Yuan nodded: "Although they live far away in the desert, no one knows their specific origins, and they are extremely mysterious. However, I heard that they are the people who know the demon monk best."
Han Sanqian nodded. Lu Ruoxin had mentioned this point many times, which could prove that what Lu Yuan said was not a lie.
Han Sanqian looked at Lu Yuan and said, "Continue talking."
Lu Yuan nodded, glanced at Han Sanqian, hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said: "We have to start talking about this matter yesterday..."
