The sword's light was as cold as snow, and the blood was splashed like ink.
Like a killing machine that is tireless, ignorant of human kindness, ignorant of the decay and misery of this world, it walks through the crowd. No matter whether they are strong or weak, they cannot avoid being killed by Meng Xinghe.
"Stop! Stop it quickly! Let's admit defeat! Give up!" The river of blood and the ever-splendid sword light took turns torturing people's nerves.
Finally, someone couldn't bear the pressure and started howling in embarrassment.
They originally came with hatred and righteousness. But driven by the instinct of survival, any hatred, no matter how high-sounding righteousness, became a joke.
Meng Xinghe turned a deaf ear to these pleas for mercy. He still wielded his knife freely. Each knife would take away a certain part of a person's body, or a large piece of flesh and blood. His whole body exuded a terrifying edge. He was cruel, cold, ruthless, and cold.
Like a machine.
"Stop! Stop!" Another person who had lost his fighting spirit watched helplessly as his arms left his body. The terrifying sword energy was still eating away at more parts of his body, right under his nose.
, it collapsed inch by inch and turned into pieces. He was completely on the verge of collapse.
Sometimes, killing or being killed is not the scariest or scariest thing.
Facing a powerful enemy, many people have the courage to risk their lives. But when all efforts and all resistance and struggle are in vain, courage will quickly disappear, and then be magnified tenfold into fear.
Meng Xinghe was dressed in snow-white, with not a drop of blood on his body, but the knife in his hand shone with a strange red light.
His pace was not fast, even among the mountains of corpses and the sea of people, it was like taking a leisurely stroll.
And every time he took a step forward, those who originally came to surround and kill him took a step back unconsciously.
It's not that no one wants to escape, but those who choose to turn around and escape will have their body-protecting auras broken faster by the light of the sword, and then strangled to pieces in the light of the sword.
"He is not a human! He is not a human! He is a god, a demon, an immortal, a murderer in the world, a monster blocking the way... He is everything, but he is definitely not a human. Come on! Come on! Kill him...
"Kill him!" Many people roared angrily in the crowd.
The ultimate form of fear is unreasonable anger. Anger of this quality is nothing to the current Lin Xi.
The clouds in Yunzhou are exceptionally numerous and white.
At this time, the entire Yunzhou sky and the floating clouds seemed to have been dyed a dazzling blood color.
Under the thin light, the hazy blood clouds reflected blood-like brilliance, stretching and romantically covering the vast and lonely land.
The smell of blood and stench were intertwined together, and even the wind blowing from the Gullah grassland could not completely blow away these disgusting smells.
"Stop! You have already won, and they have paid the price, so don't continue... You have to be merciful and merciful. Do you really want to kill everyone here?"
The old Taoist priest Bai, riding a white crane, came flying over from a distance. He looked at the devastation all around, and his voice was filled with incomparable pain.
Meng Xinghe did not stop, the wanton sword light whipped the already overwhelmed earth, cutting the ground and tearing everything into pieces.
Although Lin Xi has already calculated a lot.
He wants to become famous all over the world within the rules, overshadow an era, and become the Immortal Emperor.
But there are always people who don't follow the rules.
Such a large number of practitioners gathered together and tried to use ant tactics to surround and kill him.
Therefore, Meng Xinghe, who is controlled by Lin Xi, must be ruthless, vicious and ruthless. Otherwise, it will not be enough to make those who do not obey the rules feel pain and fear.
kill!
This is not Lin Xi’s purpose.
But we must not ignore his determination to kill.
"Okay! Taoist Hantian, are you ready...to take my sword?" Meng Xinghe pointed his knife at the old Taoist. He knew that the person behind this incident was the old Taoist in front of him.
He was speaking nicely at the moment, and he was criticizing harshly from a moral high ground.
But for the recent tragedy, this old Taoist priest may be more responsible than Meng Xinghe.
Meng Xinghe, who was under the control of Lin Xi, did not want to argue. For him, a guy who was destined to perish, and whose name and body were destined to disappear in the flow of time, was not worth his waste of words.
Those meaningless arguments.
The expression on the old Taoist priest's face froze.
He didn't expect that the young man in front of him would directly challenge him without any explanation or quibble.
But looking at the hellish scene in front of him, does he dare to fight?
He doesn't dare!
He was scared to death!
The older people get, the less courageous they become. Taoist Han Tian, who has lived for more than a thousand years, has not lived enough at all. He wants to live longer... longer at all costs.
"Junior! You already have such a great reputation, why are you still pestering me like this?"
"I don't rely on my muscles and bones for strength. If the old Taoist were hundreds of years younger, he would be interested in competing with you. Now... let Shuzi become famous, what's the harm?" His heart softened, but his mouth was still hard. Taoist Han Tian quickly
Then I realized what it means to commit suicide to the extreme.
Still no nonsense, Meng Xinghe's knife followed a magical trajectory and struck at Taoist Han Tian like a miraculous craftsmanship.
No sword skills or moves exist here in Meng Xinghe.
Unlike swords, knives require so many additional values and meanings that are not originally part of the weapon.
The knife exists for only one purpose...and that is...to kill!
The intention of the sword is the intention of killing!
The blade is raised to have the determination and ruthlessness to slaughter the world.
The knife was obviously not so fast that the trajectory could not be seen, but it gave people an irresistible feeling. It was as if one's own body was actively colliding towards the tip of the knife.
Taoist Han Tian was horrified by his own thoughts, but he had to raise his magic weapon and reluctantly face the past.
Cold snowflakes bloomed in layers around him.
This is a very good magic weapon.
When the wind blows, the northern country reaches this point thousands of miles away, and frost flies for thousands of miles in an instant.
But...it's so fancy!
It's of no use.
With one strike of the sword, the northern kingdom collapsed, the ice and snow melted, and all the frost and cold were lost in the light of the sword that overshadowed an era.
No one knows what Taoist Hantian's last thought was.
Because his body and soul were all melted away by this sword, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, leaving no trace.
As for Meng Xinghe, he had a strange feeling again.
At this moment, he felt an indescribable throbbing.
It was as if there was something that would transcend the constraints of time and space, transcend years and destruction, land on him, and become one with him, completely unified.
At this moment, he seemed to see a majestic figure standing under a huge and vast Chaos Divine Tree. Every leaf of the Divine Tree was a dazzling and brilliant world.
And this figure holds the roots of the sacred tree and absorbs its origin.