Wang Luo slowly closed his eyes, completely unaware.
Blood spurted out from the hands and feet.
Sima Yuan, who had already turned around and walked out, suddenly stopped.
He slowly turned around and stared behind him. There was a woman wrapped in white gauze, holding Wang Luo in her arms and feeding him a pill.
Sima Yuan frowned, how did she get in? How did she break her golden thread?
Sima Yuan looked more carefully. It was the girl who had just accompanied Wang Luode and had been watching the battle in the corner of the small world.
Guan Buhui gently stroked Wang Luo's eyebrows, which were frowning because of the pain: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, whoever bullied you just now, I will bully you back."
Guan Buhui adjusted Wang Luo into a comfortable sleeping position and slowly stood up.
The white gauze was fluttering in the wind, looking pale and lonely in the blur of night.
Guan Buhui stared at Sima Yuan: "Have you had enough fun?"
Sima Yuan stared at it for a while, then laughed: "Isn't it enough that one of you dies? Do you have to join in to catch him to death?"
Guan Buhui's mind was filled with the scene where Wang Luo was bleeding and the desperate look he had just seen.
Guan Buhui pointed his right hand toward the sky, and a vortex appeared in the air. Slowly, a long sword appeared in Guan Buhui's hand.
Without any accessories, it looks more like a new product just produced by the blacksmith shop. I wonder if it has been opened?
Guan Buhui held the long sword diagonally in his right hand and walked towards Sima Yuan step by step: "I have been waiting for this person for ten years, and I dare not even touch him with a finger. I have been thinking about him for a long time, and I have finally waited for him to come.
Him. Is this how you treat him? Today you are just the beginning, just wait and see, I will not let anyone go in your world."
Sima Yuan's pupils dilated rapidly, and the soil under his feet was sinking rapidly.
Unconscious of the hair on his face, he stood up.
Guan Buhui drew his sword very casually, like a child fighting, waving branches randomly.
Sima Yuan once heard Master Zhang, a blacksmith, say that the higher the level of swordsmanship, the more one can kill with anger.
This posture looks very similar!
The sword energy was in full swing, Sima Yuan listened to his master's words, and in just an instant, ten layers of golden threads were produced.
But the golden thread was completely broken.
For a moment just now, I felt a sense of pleasure in my arm.
Sima Yuan looked to his right and saw his fallen arm on the ground.
Sima Yuan's eyes widened and he panicked. His lips kept trembling: "No,,, it's impossible."
"Destroy your right arm first."
"I'm destroying your left leg." Guan Buhui's whole person changed. There was no trace of the tenderness he had with Wang Luo just now. There was murder in his eyes.
Sima Yuan actually didn't even have the strength to resist. The moment his left leg was cut off, blood dripped. Half of it touched the ground, and it was painful.
"Help,,,help!" In the past forty-five years, Sima Yuan had never been as scared as he is now.
He has never seen someone use the spiritual power of heaven and earth to kill someone, and the spiritual power around him seemed to be controlled by someone.
This is a kind of inborn fear, ignorance, so fear.
Sima Yuan ignored the situation in front of him and fell down, panicking at the soil under him with his left hand, hoping to crawl further away.
"Go to hell!" Guan Buhui threw the sword out.
But as soon as he flew out, he disappeared. Then, Sima Yuan, who was half standing in front of him, seemed to have been pierced by thousands of arrows. His whole body was torn into pieces, and pieces fell off.
Tianli Continent, those who were killed by spiritual power will not be reincarnated!